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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

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“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

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Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

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Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

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“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

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Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

#nandor the relentless #Nandor x reader #nandor x you #nandor x y/n #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows x reader #vampire fun yeah #love my big huggable vampire #:)

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writing-in-april · 4 years

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Russian Roulette

Spencer Reid x Female Unsub Reader

Thanks to my beta readers! @definitelynotkatesblog and @clean-bands-dirty-stories

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT, MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING

Includes: Suicide, Attempted Suicide, Toxic Relationship, Gun kink, Angsty smut -There is no specific dominant person in the smut-

A/N: Please do not read if you are easily triggered or under the age of 18. This was really difficult to write but I am really happy the way it came out! I have a playlist I made for writing this if anyone is wanting it just ask! My requests are open for basically any character you can think of, I want to branch out and write lots of characters!

Word count: 3.2k

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The warehouse that I had found myself masking my location in was in no doubt the most ghastly place I had chosen yet. I wasn’t sure what drew me to the abandoned depository, maybe I had subtly acknowledged to myself that I was at the end of my rope-I knew I couldn’t run forever. The smoke colored walls matched the ashes dropping from the cigarette I had lit to alleviate my anxiety. The cat and mouse game I had been playing with the team that was on my trail was coming to an end. They had an extra vendetta set out against me since I cruelly betrayed the trust built between us. Polluted air swirled around me as I dug my nose in a book, trying to distract myself from my impending doom.

A noise drew my thoughts away from Catcher in the Rye that I had been reading while sat on a shitty mattress, practically the only furniture in this hole in the wall. My manicured nails snuffed out the cigarette into the bed and discarded the paperback, knowing that this was the start of the end. The double doors swung open as the recognizable silhouette Dr. Reid, his shadow was tall and lanky, with noticeable wild curls that looked as if he had rolled out of bed. He finally graced my eyes with the details of his figure, every step he took had lingering hesitation. It had been weeks since I had last seen him, he looked considerably more tired since he had last graced me with his presence, purple dark rings sat under his eyes, his hair even more disheveled then normal, and his clothes lacked the crisp ironing that he usually sported. I hated that I was the one that had caused his disheveled state, I had found a kindred spirit in Dr. Reid. It seemed like we were made for one another, our interests were exactly aligned, the only major thing that separated us was my penchant for murdering people. He was the first person I had felt connected to since my mother and it pained me to see that my betrayal had obviously weighed heavy on his mind.

“I see you finally found me.” I stated nonchalantly as I stood up, he was standing as far away as he could, from my observation it was evident he was disgusted with me but he was still drawn to me like a moth to a flame. He nodded solemnly, the words that he wanted to speak seemed caught in his throat, so instead his eyes bored into my soul. We stood in contemplation just staring at each other, we were only a few feet away from each other but it felt as if we were worlds apart.

“Was it ever real?” He finally spoke up in a shaky voice, his lip quivering in either anger or sadness. “Did you feel what I felt?”

“I hadn’t been real to anyone in a long time until I met you.” I spoke honestly, though I wasn’t sure if he believed me.

I felt the memory of our first meeting flash before my eyes, a murderer had crashed into my hometown, killing important people with checkered pasts. Politicians, lawyers, and police officers- no one was safe. My job as a therapist put me straight into the cesspit of what I viewed as the worst of humanity, slimy high ranking fixtures of the community. I often felt my skin crawling as sick human beings put on a facade of perfection hiding their nefarious deeds behind closed doors, so I began taking care of them by slitting their throats in the dead of night.

When the BAU rolled into our city they immediately put everyone connected with the victims into protective custody. There wasn’t an immediately obvious motive so the team had collected anyone with an important role putting each person with a specific team member. I had been put with the genius of the team Dr. Reid. The stay in the safe house with him made our relationship blossom, we shared interests, hobbies, and even our backstories (I had edited mine a bit so they wouldn’t catch on). Usually I viewed the world as black and white good or evil and until I met Dr. Reid I hadn’t felt grey before just a dark cesspool of no emotion.

I had never even spoken his first name, I had told him that- “Someone who earned 3 PHDs should have their achievements recognized all the time.” I still couldn’t deny these strange feelings that welled up inside of me, no matter how hard I tried to distance myself.

When I had been spotted by the doctor running from the scene of a crime I could practically hear his heart break and to be honest mine did too. I never wanted him to see this side of me that I kept buried, I had wanted to stop for a while even after that first kill but what had first started out as vigilantism turned into a compulsion to kill.

His screams broke me out of my reminiscing my eyes snapped up to see the doctor holding his gun, pointing it straight at my heart.

“WHY?! Why you?” He broke out of his previous calm facade, letting me in on the anger I had stirred underneath.

“You know the profile Doctor you tell me” I asked, though no answer was given.

The gun was shaking in his hands, his fury boiling over, steam was practically coming out of his ears.

“Pull the trigger Dr. Reid. It’s what we’ve both been waiting for, isn’t it? Let’s skip the reminiscing. So go on. Pull the trigger.” His grip faltered, he wasn’t sure where to go from here, should he take you in? Or completely screw regulation and take out his unbridled rage on the woman who had cruelly stolen his heart by shooting her.

The weapon was lowered, his hands still shook in fury as he put it back snugly in its place. I already knew he had called his team, no matter what he felt for me before there was no way he would risk his career to let me go. Even though I had accepted the cards that had been dealt I wasn’t going to let them take me alive. Tentatively I stepped forward, wanting to gain a semblance of closeness between us before I sacrificed myself, his body was rigid in its place as our chests touched.

I pulled the gun from his his side holster, it was an odd gun for an FBI agent to carry, a revolver to be exact. My fingers gripped the curved cedar handle, dragging it across Dr. Reid’s clothed collarbones, his arms were stiff at his sides unmoving. He was unsure of my intentions with the weapon. He knew logically that I was cornered in this abandoned warehouse with no escape, and obviously I couldn’t do much with a single revolver, that’s why he had only put one round in, reserved only for my heart if the trigger was needed to be pulled. Then I softly, with uncharacteristic tenderness, grabbed the good doctor’s hand with my free hand to guide his large palms to envelope my hand over the gun. He seemed flustered, which was odd to me, his resolve of hatred had never weakened around me until now. Our hands were clasping the gun in unison, the clammy palms of Dr. Reid cradled my own as I reached over and spun the chamber to land on a random spot.

I prided myself on the ability to read people but I couldn’t ascertain the reason behind the evident hesitation in his eyes as I encouraged him to carefully set the revolver snug against my jaw. Was it possible he had developed a care for me or did this just boil down to fear of having an unsub handle his gun. His breathe was mixed with mine, I held my pattern evenly while his had become ragged, strong enough to whisp my hair away from my face. With a flick I unlocked the safety and a genuine smile graced my face, if these were my final moment I was glad I got to spend it with Dr. Reid, he brought me a strange sense of comfort that I had never known before. His whole body was shaking as my forefinger moved to the trigger- he almost looked as if he was going to cry. A resounding click echoed off the dull gray walls of my hiding place, I had momentarily escaped my fate.

Dr. Reid suddenly smashed his lips onto mine breaking me out of the brief relief. My body had grown rigid against his movements, I wasn’t used to emotional connections with anyone and they certainly were never romantic. Just the delicate touch of his hand on my hip was more care then I had ever been shone before.

My cold exterior that I had carefully constructed was now in ruins because of Doctor reid. He was the only one who truly saw who I was, past my trauma and the trauma I caused. I melted into his forceful kiss, the unspoken tension that we had created finally was boiling over. It was full of tongue and teeth, our noses bumping as we poured our feelings into the kiss, speaking without ever making a sound. My back collided with the nearest wall, dust flying off to coat our bodies, his knee parted my legs and rested between my thighs. His spare hand left my hip to cradle my cheek practically engulfing my face with his large palm, raking the soft pads of his fingertips across my skin.

The silver barrel still rested under my chin being held precariously by our joined grip, Dr. Reid’s hand left my cheek, snaking its way down to the waistband of my pants. The tips of his fingers danced at the edge building anticipation in my veins.

He suddenly pulled the gun out from under my chin and set it under his own, my eyes widened in confusion my desire vanishing by the second. I tried to pull our unified hold away from his jawline but unfortunately he was stronger then me.

“I don’t know if I can live without you” he choked out, he had used his profiling skills deducing that I was going to sacrifice myself. He spun the wheel setting the bullet in another indiscriminate position, resetting the stakes all over again.

“It’ll be ok.” I begged desperately trying to talk him away from the ledge, just because I had wasted my life didn’t mean he had to as well. I brought my available appendage and covered the outside of his hand continuing my efforts to pull the gun away from his grasp. He shook his head, tears were freely falling from the both of us, mixing together to form a salty pool. His fingers slipping underneath my encased hand finding the trigger with ease, he pulled it quickly a sickening click resounded through the stale atmosphere. Once I was satisfied that he had survived air quickly left my body releasing the breath that I had held tightly in my lungs.

Mimicking his reaction from earlier I submerged us into another kiss, this one was tinged with my anger from his reckless move. I voiced my displeasure surrounding his actions by biting into his lip, bruising the plush tender skin. A groan escaped from him, the salacious kiss was now tainted with blood from his lips mixing together in gory harmony.

Undulating my hips onto the thigh that still sat between my legs, desire snuck itself back inside of me, rebuilding what had been banished. I suddenly had the urge to remove every cloth barrier that remained between us, I needed him now. Dr. Reid clearly shared the sentiment as he started pulling on the clothing covering my body. I did my best to shuck off his plum colored blazer with my available phalanges while he attempted to snap open the front of my pants. Our hands still were glued the wooden hilt of the gun that was rooted in its spot at the edge of the doctor’s jaw. The buttons of his dress shirt popped around us as my painted nails dug into the cotton, tearing the offensive fabric from his body. With frantic inelegant movement our outer clothing was ripped off our forms, the only barrier that lingered was our undergarments. His nimble fingertips wound around to the clasp of my bra tugging forcefully the clasp broke, freeing me from its confinement.

The lace was discarded in hast revealing my breasts to him he surged forward capturing my nipple in his mouth as my hips ground into his thigh. Circling my bud he glanced upwards, taking in the sight of my flushed cheeks, hair slicked with sweat, and the gun that I had swiftly moved to my temple removing it from his mandible. Excitement prickled in my core as he meandered down to where I craved him the most, he fisted the mesh- the last remaining remnant of clothing covering my body. A tearing noise filled the space, reverberating around us as the mesh separating us was torn away from me, revealing my full form.

His deft fingers gathered the building excitement between my folds, then he brought them to make contact with my clit. He rubbed slow harsh figure 8s against my pearl, I could feel myself getting wetter- which I didn’t think was possible. The ministrations continued for a while, but I was antsy to get his fingers inside of me. A beg almost fell from my mouth when all of a sudden with no warning his fingers plunged into my heat making my body convulse around him. He curled them expertly, nudging them perfectly at my g spot making the pit in my stomach grow and spread throughout my entire body.

Our hold had started to loosen on the gun so I clutched around the revolver tighter tugging our entangled fingers to rest the metal shaft perfectly against my temple. Upping the stakes further I rapidly clicked the trigger, the gun still had not administered its bullet into my brain, making the obscene act even better then before. His eyes held fear for a moment but couldn’t help his reaction to the clicks, a deep seated groan from deep in his chest. The sensations flowing through my body almost became too much to bear as he moved his thumb to my clit. My back arched against the wall as he sunk the blunt edges of his teeth into my collarbone while flicking against my clit with his thumb, sending me closer to bliss. He must have discerned that I was close to the edge and pulled his fingers away, his knuckles bumping against my g spot one last time which pulled a pathetic whimper from my throat while screwing my eyes shut.

I heard the tell tale sign of a belt buckle clinking causing my eyes to snap open, his full body was finally on display for me. My eyes drank in the sight before me, the doctor was just as I had imagined in my dreams, not too thick but long enough that I thought it might not fit. I reached forward to pump his length spitting into my palm as I jerked him off.

“Jump.” He whispered desperately into the shell of my ear, with careful precision my legs wrapped around his naked torso as I locked him in. The gun was the only barrier that remained between us as he lined himself up to my entrance and thrusted in one swift motion, breaching my walls for the first time.

“Fuck.” The soft expletive fell from his rose hued lips on the column of my throat making my toes curl.

His hips snapped into mine starting a pace with deliberate deep thrusts, my free arm wrapped around his neck trying to pull him in as close as possible. My fingers then wound through his messy curls yanking back so I could pepper kisses along the nape of his neck earning a sharp grunt from Dr. Reid as he picked up the pace. I bit the inside of my cheek in concern as he moved the gun to be placed under his jaw again. Tears started to fall again from my eyes as I silently pleaded for him not to pull the trigger, he ignored my pleas and reset the bullet to a random position once more. His rhythm faltered as the gun clicked for the fifth time, I knew we were testing fate too much at this point and that our luck was running out.

He kept the gun in its position while he picked up his momentum resuming his previous pace. My blood red nails dug into any part of him that I could grab onto leaving red streaks down his chest, back, and biceps as he reached parts of me that I didn’t even think existed. Our eyes locked together as his cock brushed against my g spot causing me to clench around him, we both moaned at the sensation hurtling us both closer to release.

I reached my hand down to rub harshly on my clit as I felt my climax coming just around the corner, my eyes rolling back in response to the added titillation. I then dragged our encapsulated hands away from Spencer pulling the barrel inside my mouth, his fingers flexed around mine anxiously as he soft whispers into my ear attempting to save me from myself. We both had somehow sensed that it was the end, I thought it was very fitting to end my life in the arms of the only person in the world I could find myself caring about. He didn’t stop his thrusts but they were now at a slow languid pace trying to savor every last moment he had with me.

“Spencer” I moaned in bittersweet symphony as I let myself kiss his bruised lips for the last time, our tears were falling giving our kiss a salty taste. A feeling of bliss suddenly overtook my body as I came in glorious crescendo. I rode out my high before I accepted my fate, my blood pounding in my ears for the final time. The wall was painted with blood as I pulled the trigger, ending my life with a bang.

*****

The shot rang in Spencer’s ears, it took him a minute to realize what had happened and that the object of his desire was gone. He was still holding the gun as the body of his unattainable love slumped onto him in death, his face speckled with scarlet. Finally the offending object slipped through his fingers clattering on the floor as he cradled her body.

His sobs echoed the empty rooms bouncing off the the walls mixing with the police sirens in the distance.

“He loved and he loved and he lost her, and it hurts like hell”-Fleurie

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thekitchensnk · 3 years

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and the spider lilies bloomed in the fall (chapter 23)

Rating: T Warnings: Violence - sadism, murder Pairing: Gin/Ran Part 1: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12 Part 2: Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21 Part 3: Chapter 22, Chapter 23

“They say that lovers doomed never to see each other again still see the higanbana growing along their path, even to this day.”

A girl collapses on a dusty road one day. A boy takes her home.

The girl lives.

—

(The boy doesn’t.)

What kind of beast are you, Ichimaru Gin?

What are you becoming?

(What could drive a man to kill a god?)

Aizen played white. Gin played black.

He held territory on both corners of the board, but it wasn't enough. He could see the tide beginning to turn against him, white beginning to eat away slowly at his lines. Aizen was closing in. There could be no escape.

The board and the pieces were finer than any he had ever played on. The stones were not, in fact, stones at all, but rather perfectly carved pieces of bleached and blackened lacquered wood. They felt smooth in his hands, hands that had once been rough and calloused from the filthy work of keeping himself alive.

It was quite the step up in the world, he thought idly, to be playing on an actual wooden board, and not some scrap of cloth on which he'd had to draw clumsy lines - and quite something to be actually playing someone who as proving a challenge to beat.

He was going to lose, he realised distantly, and on his first time playing on an actual board as well. He hadn't been playing his best, but it still rankled him to be beaten. He frowned in concentration at the board, and seeing no path to victory, chanced a quick glance up at his opponent.

That was a mistake - Aizen caught his eye and held his look, and there was a glint of casual, entertained cruelty there.

He knows, Gin realised, brows furrowing only slightly. He knows he's got me beat. An’ worse, he knows I know he knows. What does he want? Where do I go from here?

There were four games going on; the game of go, with all its exciting swapping of pieces and setting of traps; the game of minds which had always existed above the game of go, the manipulation above the game at which Gin had always excelled, and then -

Aizen's game. Gin's game.

He’s won the first game, and probably the second. But they don’t matter, he thought with a hard stare. This one does. This matters. I’m beat, but -

“I forfeit.”

Something dark lit up in Aizen’s eyes, like an ember suddenly come to life in a breeze.

“You’re very good,” he said appreciatively.

Gin shrugged carelessly. “An idiot could have seen it comin’.”

Aizen gaze was dark and his tone mild. “Could they, though?” he murmured. “You’d be surprised at how much an idiot does or does not see. You played well, for what it’s worth. Up to the point where you didn’t.”

The man paused, and he leaned forward.

His eyes were brown, Gin couldn’t help but notice; a warm brown, like honey, like rich wood. There had been a Rukongai girl with eyes like those, once upon a time, and Aizen had killed her. Her essence had faded into the air like tea in hot water.

“Why did you kill the third seat?” Aizen asked, the look in his eyes searching.

A lie came to him easily. It came easily because had it been any other person he had murdered, it might not have been far from the truth.

“Jus’ felt like it,” Gin said simply.

That seemed to entertain Aizen. “Oh?”

“Ain’t no ‘oh’ about it. That’s it. I killed him because I felt like it. Because I was strong. Because he was weak. Because I was bored.” Gin waved a hand abstractly in the air and stretched out.

“And that’s all?”

“Yep. Sounds about right.”

Aizen considered it a while, and then he smiled patiently.

“Are you a beast then, Ichimaru Gin? Is that all you are? A creature that blindly follows its impulses? Nothing but a creature of nature? An animal that eats when its stomach growls, kills when the impulse befalls it, and defecates when its bowls tell it to?”

Is that so far from the truth? Gin wondered.

He let himself fall backwards towards the tatami mat with a delighted laugh. There was still blood on his eyelashes and under his nails.

“I think that’s exactly what I am, Vice-Captain Aizen.” Gin informed the man, grinning. “I see that the armband of yours ain’t just for show.” He rolled over onto his stomach, and let his chin fall into his hands. “Yes. I’m a beast. Let me be a snake,” he said playfully, and the words rang with truth. “Cold of flesh and devoid of heart. My tongue flicks back and forth, always in search of new prey, and if I like what I find…” He caught Aizen’s eye and grinned for him this time. “…I swallow ‘em whole.”

He sighed theatrically. “Poor old Mr Third Seat.” The words rang with menace, and the grin was like a sickle. “Poor, poor third seat. I did like him. Best be careful, Vice-Captain. I might end up take a likin’ to ya’ too.”

Aizen looked down on him, and smiled strangely.

“A snake...” he considered, weighing up the notion. “A snake. Yes. Slithering through the mud on its belly, rising to strike; vicious, poisonous even...” His voice trailed off. “But a small snake yet. Sit back up.”

There was a command as strong as iron in that voice and so Gin dragged himself from where he had been lying. Aizen took a slow, thoughtful sip of his tea.

“You were messy. I can’t help but wonder at that. You were not so far removed from the fifth division barracks that no one would stumble upon you at work. Like a beast indeed, to kill so openly and without thought. Strong, to have bested a third seat. Skilled, to have graduated in only a year. And clever...” He looked down at the go board. “Without a doubt, clever.”

He looked Gin straight in the eye.

“It will be a shame when I tell Hirako what you’ve done.”

Gin’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, and he bared his teeth.

“Ah,” Aizen said, a dark gleam in his eye. “Were you labouring under the impression that I wouldn’t turn you in? That we’d play a while and I’d let you go on your merry way? I’m afraid not. They’ll send you to the Maggot’s Nest for this.” He paused. “It will be an absurd waste of talent, don’t you think? Verging on criminal itself. But they must have their justice. And it costs me nothing to give it to them.”

The irony was not lost on Gin as he gritted his teeth. It had been a long shot, he knew, playing to Aizen’s hunger for knowledge, his sense of intrigue, in the hope that he would take him on.

But it was not over yet. Black still had pieces on the board.

“Must they? Why? Why bother?” he asked lazily.

“‘Why bother?’” Aizen said in imitation, a small, victorious smile playing about his lips. “Why am I going to turn you in, you mean?” he said casually. “Because you’ve lying to me, and it would offend me to let you think I hadn’t noticed it from the instant we began this conversation. Trying to lie and failing, for what that’s worth, though you surely must realise that now. I’ll ask once more, and only once: why did you kill the third seat? Lie again and I’ll know.”

Gin was silent for a long moment.

“Well?” Aizen said, triumph in his eyes.

“I-“

Let him see something of the truth. Let him see what kind of beast you really are.

All of a sudden, he felt his muscles relax. He let himself fall forward again onto his forearms, slouching comfortably again on the floor.

“I wasn’t lyin’,” he objected. His voice sounded half a whine, but at least it didn’t tremble. “Got caught up in a passin’ fancy when I saw Mr Third Seat out and about walkin’ so late. But ya’ right, Mr Vice-Captain - very forgetful of me, would forget my own head if it wasn’t stuck on my neck. Missed a bit out of my story, didn’t I?” He paused dramatically, grin back on his face.

“I wanted ya’ to see me, Vice-Captain. Wanted ya’ to see me with your own eyes so that ya’d know what kind of beast ya’ve got on ya’ hands, so that when the moment came and I asked, ya’d know.”

He leant in conspiratorially.

Aizen’s brow darkened. “I’d know what?” He asked dangerously, patience running thin.

“Aah. What a helpful boy I can be.”

Aizen paused a moment, his eyes searching Gin’s face intently.

“You know?” he said, realisation immediate, words fraught.

“Bingo,” Gin said, delighted.

Aizen gaze was soft with menace. “Oh,” he murmured. “But of course you know.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Gin confirmed with a grin.

“And I take it you’ll take no pains to divulge to me how you learned of such things?”

“Ya’ a smart man, Vice-Captain.”

“A smart man would not let you live long, Ichimaru-kun,” Aizen said, and the threat was delivered levelly.

“Maybe, maybe. But there’s more than one way to gut a pig if ya’ a creative sort, and I think ya’ know that.”

Aizen leant back and considered him in silence. His chestnut hair hung about his face and his glasses gleamed in the lamp light. He made no move to speak further. It was a dangerous silence flung at him.

Gin shifted impatiently where he sat.

“I want in,” he said bluntly. “Don’t throw away a tool ya’ can use, Vice-Captain. Mr Third Seat wasn’t even third rate. He was trash. His guts were on the floor before he even thought ta’ suspect me. He was shit on someone’s boot. You want me quiet, then keep me quiet – but I think ya’ve got more about ya’ than to resort to somethin’ as borin’ as killin’ me, not when ya’ could try me out.”

Aizen’s silence was heavy and threatening.

Nothing from him. Nothing at all.

Let him see something of the truth. Let him see what kind of beast you are.

“They’re weak,” Gin said suddenly. “All of them. Worse than weak. They prate and they shuffle about to do your biddin’ and they bleat “Aizen-sama, Aizen-sama” like sheep. When they kill, they don’t kill for you. They don’t even kill for themselves. They do it because they’re nothin’ and they want to be somethin’ so badly and they’re so – so small that they can’t even grasp the kind of something they want to be, how pathetic what they desire is, how little they know how to become it. They’re so pathetic that they’re not even worth hatin’. They’re just… Nothin’. I don’t understand that. I’ll never be nothin’.”

It took Aizen long moments to speak. An expression began to pull at his lips. His smile was slow and predatory - and yet something of an alien humour danced in his eyes.

There was nothing gentle about the look. Gin had never seen its like before, and had he no knowledge of the man, he might have called it a kind of respect.

Riding high for a moment, he did not anticipate the question that came next.

“Nothing? Really? If they’re all so small, then why do you kill them, Gin? If they’re nothing at all, then why bother? Why even notice them? If they’re so small... Why do you do what you do?” Aizen asked softly.

He’d said too much and realised it a second too late. Panic began to creep up his gorge and sweat pricked at his skin.

Because that was the heart of it, wasn’t it? The suffering he inflicted – what it revealed – it was interesting. It was fun. They... were fun.

But no one else could know that. They would kill him if they knew.

The question pried at places that were too secret, too intimate to see the light of day– warm, dark places into which light had never shone, places so murky that they would swallow up the light. He had never before let himself be uncovered as blatantly as this, allowed himself to be so exposed - not to someone he then hadn’t gone on to kill.

There had been one time – a time long ago – when he had killed four men in town and had trudged back to Rangiku doused in their blood and smelling of their burnt flesh. It had ruined his yukata and the blood had settled into his shoes, never to be washed out. He had trembled to think of what she might say to him, certain that she would leave. She hadn’t.

But she hadn’t acknowledged the truth either.

Here and now, the question could not be avoided. Not if he wanted to see her again. Not if he wanted to make her whole again.

The price of tangling with the devil had always been to stake your soul. He knew, down in his gut, that he could never have expected to escape unscathed. But for a moment, he let resentment boil up in him.

For a moment, it was aimed at her too.

“What I-“ he stopped, and he drew in a deep measured breath. He found that despite his immense self-control, he could not keep looking Aizen in the eye. When he found the breath to speak again, his voice was low. “When I kill I – I see somethin’ true. In their eye. Ya’ see them dance. Ya’ see the truth they’re always hidin’.”

Aizen’s expression was warm. It was appreciative. The hair on Gin’s arms raised in a shiver of disgust. “That was the most honest thing you’ve told me all evening, Gin,” he murmured. “I appreciate your honesty. Truly.”

He rose slowly from where he sat and moved to look at the moon still hanging overhead in the sky, bloated and corpulent like fruit gone foul.

“Mutual bondage in co-conspiracy, you and I,” Aizen said slowly. His voice was low and rich. “No detail that you could divulge for fear that it would stick to you too. For every finger I drag through the dirt, a corresponding trace on your fingers; a stain for every stain of my own. An elegant, symmetrical solution. You know that your age will stand as no defence were you to betray me, and you know that I know where the bodies are buried.”

Aizen turned to him, and Gin knew suddenly that the wage had been deemed paid.

(Everything that happens now happens because you made it that way.)

Black was still on the board.

“The position is yours. We start again tomorrow.” Aizen smiled. “I look forward to working with you, Gin.”

---

And just like so, he became a shinigami and apprentice to Aizen Sosuke.

And for a time – the first time, in fact – Matsumoto Rangiku began to fall slowly from his mind.

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#Bleach #GinRan #gin ichimaru #sosuke aizen #Rangiku Matsumoto #kitchen snk are you seriously busting out chess metaphors in 2021?#it's an iconic cliche alright???#Aizen u fancy bastard #Spider Lilies

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rreeaahh · 3 years

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“I like you in blue.” | Blaise Zabini

pairing: blaise x ravenclaw! fem! reader

words count: 5,786

summary: despite of any difference between them, blaise found himself falling for the ravenclaw girl who likes to shuffle the tarot cards.

warnings: swearing; underage drinking; sexualizing; smoking; fluff, angst, happy end

tagging a person who showed minimum interest for this idea (sorry if im bothering you, love!!!) @freddieweasleyswife

a/n: this is the longest thing i’ve ever create. please be kind dear lord.

Your smile was growing with every joke Michael Corner was telling you and the other Ravenclaw girls while sitting in the courtyards of Hogwarts, the sun giving your hair a fairy sparkle. Your robe was besides you, the sunny day of April giving you a warm feeling to your spine and if it wasn’t the blue tie around your neck, tied carefully, Blaise Zabini wouldn’t assume your house.

“Blaise, fuck off,’ spoke Pansy, already annoyed by his lack of concentration to her speech, ‘I’m trying to help you with your birthday party.”

The Slytherin boy looked at her and gave her a bored look, after rolling his eyes. “I already told you, Pans, my birthday is next week, Monday.”

“Yes, I know,’ she responded with a sigh, ‘but we can throw the party Saturday.”

“Why not Sunday?’ asked Goyle, his best mate nodding his head.

“Yeah, Sunday’s closer to Monday,” Crabbe added, making Draco roll his eyes.

“Because you two are the dumbest people alive and you’ll be sick the next morning, and that’s going to get us in trouble if we’re caught.”

“Yes,’ continued Pansy, ‘so keep it a secret, only Slytherins.”

The rest of them agreed with the dark haired witch, but Blaise was looking to you again. He was somehow jealous of the way other guys could talk to you so easily and make you enjoy the conversation, while he failed every time he tried to approach you. He could feel you tense up as soon as he’d be next to you, talking, and how you were trying to avoid any contact with him.

“Do you hear me, loverboy?” Pansy snapped her finger in front of him, gaining his attention. “Only Slytherins, so stop looking at her.”

Despite of his friends believes, Blaise was interested in you. They told him multiple time about your subtle rejection, but you never actually told him to stop – he’d observed you since your fourth year and he figured out your talkative attitude, and he was pretty sure that if you’d want him to disappear, you’d simply tell him.

“Oi, Blaise,’ spoke Goyle, also looking at you, ‘didn’t you get bored?”

“Yeah,’ Crabbe continued his speech, like an annoying parrot, ‘she’s annoying, playing hard to get.”

“Besides,’ said Malfoy before Blaise could tell something, ‘I really am surprised you pay that much attention to a mongrel.”

He only rolled his eyes again, questioning himself about the kind of friends he chose – it was true that he also had that purity concept in his mind, but when it came to you it seemed to be invisible; besides, you were half as pure as he was, so it wasn’t such a big deal.

“She doesn’t play hard to get, Crabbe,’ he said and got up, the bell announcing the end of the last break of that day, ‘She is hard to get, and that’s a really fun game to play,” he smirked to himself as he saw you leaving the group of Ravenclaws and going to your last class for that day. “My birthday, my guests, Parkinson,” he simply said to the girl and left them behind, following your steps to the Divination class, a class he chose to attend in his third year just because of boredom. That’s were he saw you for the first time, and the next year he found himself looking for you in the big room.

Usually you were going to Divination with your housmate and friend Padma Patil, a girl who was somehow strange in Blaise’s opinion just for the fact that she was in a different house than her twin – looking at the Weasley boys he always thought hat identical twins are identical in everything. When Blaise entered the class, the tea smell hit him immediately, along with the scent of old books from where Trelawney could teach them something important, but she only spoke nonsense.

His eyes found you quickly, seeing you at a table, looking at the crystal globe with boredom. He walked to you and set his books down, gaining your attention, You looked like you saw a ghost, but that didn’t make him step back.

“Hello, dove,” he spoke gently as he sat down next to you.

He could already feel you tense up because of the nickname he gave you after a dove sat on your head in the fourth year, as you were in the train station, waiting to go back home. Nobody seemed to notice besides Padma and Cho, who were right next to you, but Blaise saw and smiled when you two made eye contact.

“Blaise,” you simply greeted him, trying as hard as you could to give him as little attention as you could.

Deep down you knew that all the attention Blaise gave you made something to grow in your soul, but you were also aware of all the comments running around Hogwarts about his reputation and behavior, so you tried to keep you for yourself. He wasn’t a bad person to you, even if you often heard him being a jerk to his friends, but that wasn’t enough to fall into his trap.

“How it comes you’re here, all alone?” he asked in a calm voice.

His voice was something you started to hate about him – it was so dual; when he’d spoke to anyone, he’d have a flat tonality, bored and cold, but when he’d spoke to you, he’d become the nicest person in the entire school, and that duality made you doubt his true intentions.

“Padma’s sick,” you said and looked at him in a rush, your eyes leaving his as soon as you realized he was already watching you.

“You don’t mind if I take her place today, right?” he asked and you dared to look at him, his dark eyes softening suddenly.

He thought that that question was actually asking if his presence was bothering you or not. By the way you’d respond him – sincere or just polite – he’d know how to treat you in the future. You, on the other hand, tried to make the best decision; a full hour next to him would be dangerous for your lucidity, but before you’d think twice you gave him an unexpected smile and nodded your head slightly.

“It’s fine,’ you said and Blaise returned your smile, ‘you can’t work alone in this subject.”

“So I’m just didactical material?” Blaise asked, pretending to be offended, but Trelawney entered the class, shuffling a deck of cards.

You didn’t respond Blaise, paying attention to the introduction the Professor made about that lesson, talking about Cartomancy and they way the cards could tell you the hole future of a person. Your tablemate wasn’t so concerned about her speech, his eyes and full concentration being on you. Even after two years of being aware of his interest in you, the boy still wasn’t sure about the nature of his feelings – it was a crush, an obsession, a target or a true love? He wanted so hard to find out and to reach that goal, but he couldn’t do that if you gave him no opportunity.

“Blaise?” you tried to wake him up from his open-eyed sleep he fallen into. He saw you looking at him with big doe eyes and he was amazed by the bright color and tried to play it cool, even if he was caught off guard. “We’ll read each other future,” you told him and continued to shuffle the deck of tarot cards.

“You really involve yourself here, don’t you?”

“I didn’t take this class just to pass time,” and by his shamed expression, you figured out that it was exactly what he did. You laughed at his reaction and continued to shuffle the deck. “D’you know how to do it?” you asked and looked at him – his eyes were scanning your hands, their fast moves.

“Ladies first,” he winked in your direction and you rolled your eyes. “Could you also tell me what’re you doing, exactly?”

“I need to shuffle the deck so the energies will become one – after that, you need to pick some cards. Think about your future and chose one,” you encouraged him as you showed him the cards.

Blaise got one out of the deck at showed it to you – The Lovers, upright.

“Another one,” you said and he did as you asked; The Fool, upright. You just gave him a look and he understood that you wanted him to choose more cards.

The next three cards made you open your eyes wider – Chariot, Hermit and Sun, all of them in reverse. Blaise looked at you, confused, and asked if everything’s fine.

“Well, we should take it step by step,” you began and took The Lovers. “It’s kind of obvious what that card means, but in connection with the rest of them it’s not so bright,” you admitted and he only looked at you, waiting to continue.

“The Fool means innocence and vulnerability, but it’s also a card that shows already misplaced steps, so maybe you have a romantic situation with someone but you made the wrong moves on them.”

Blaise raised his brows – did he make something wrong to you? Would that be the reason that you were so distant?

“The next three are more complicated,’ you continued, ‘because The Chariot means that a part of you knows what’s best but you don’t do it, and it may be because of The Hermit brings a fear of loneliness with it, but also a state of isolation. The Sun is a card that usually doesn’t bring bad things with it, so you don’t need to stress too much over it – it means that everything will end up fine, but you need to take care and to be gratefull.”

If Blaise would be honest with himself, he understood nearly nothing – the only cards that seemed important were The Lovers and The Fool – if that nonsense was true he needed to approach you different.

“Your turn,” you smiled and gave him the deck, which he started to shuffle, thinking about your future. He hoped for you to have more good cards than he did.

When Blaise gave you the possibility to extract five cards, you ran your hand all over them and picked the first ones that you felt connection with – The Devil and The Star upright, while The Moon, The Lovers and The World were reversed.

“Holy shit,” you said out loud, all the students looking at you as Blaise tried to figure out if it was good or not.

“What happened, Y/N?” asked Professor Trelawney and scared you with her sudden presence. “Merlin bread,” she also muttered and picked up the cards.

“It’s good?” Blaise asked. “I mean, we both got The Lovers and The Sun and The Moon,” he said confused.

The panic took control over him as he saw you being concerned with your cards. “That means your approaching future is connected,” the teacher said, suddenly excited of the odds the cards predicted.

“But not in a necessary good way,” you said somehow annoyed. “The Devil means seduction and The Star is hope, The Moon in reverse is full of insecurities and fears, while The Lovers in my case will bring suffering and conflict.”

Blaise felt embarrassed. He thought that you two will match each other in a good way. “And The World?”

“The World in reverse means that she’ll feel incomplete for a while,” Trelawney explained and clapped her hands. “You two are bonded, you need to keep in touch with me for the next days, kids, that’s exciting.”

The teacher left and gave you a feeling of anxiety, being alone with Blaise. The cards meant that you two will have a dark future together so all you needed to do to avoid that is to avoid him – but why did that idea give you a bigger feeling of sadness that the cards did?

You let the rest of the deck back on the table and started to write down what Professor Trelawney was telling about Cartomancy and its way to predict the future. “Y/N,” Blaise whispered, trying to get your attention, but you asked him to let you focus. And he did. He even wrote down some things too, despite it was clear that he was bored to death.

“That’s all for today, kids, and remember! The future can’t change you, but you can change the future!” the teacher shouted. “Or it was inverse?”

***

“Michael, shut up,” you laughed and cover your mouth, trying to make less noise. “We’ll be kicked out of the library.”

It was already Saturday and a lot of students were in Hogsmeade, leaving the castle emptier. Michael offered himself to help you study to Potions, an object you were struggling with. It was even more complicated now, when Horace Slughorn was the teacher.

“Fine, fine,” he said and grabbed your hand, uncovering your mouth. His action was seen by the Slytherin boy from across the room, who was pretending to study with his friends. “I think we’re done here,” the boy told you and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re not helping me if you get bored after twenty minutes,” you told Michael as he got up and grabbed his things, smiling to you as he left you there, books all over the table along with parchments.

Blaise saw it as the perfect opportunity to approach you again – since the weird Divination lesson he got no chance to talk to you. You were always running to your classes, eating with the rest of the Ravenclaws, hiding Merlin knows where – all he got to do these few days was to watch you whenever your ways would came together. He left Crabbe and Goyle alone, not caring if they would say something in protest.

“Alone again, little dove?” he asked you and sat down right next to you, making you jump in your chair, scared of his sudden apparition.

“Not anymore,” you chuckled and damned yourself for the feeling of joy that erupted inside you.

“Glad to keep you company,” he smiled gentle, resting his elbows on the wooden table. Blaise Zabini was a gorgeous boy – his dark eyes seemed to be lighter when the sun would hit them and his skin seemed to be warm and soft, especially his lips, which would always lift up in a smile near you. He wasn’t the same bored, annoyed and frowned boy you’d see when he’d be around other Slytherins.

“Why so happy?” you asked and put your elbows on the table too, resting your head on your palms.

“Can’t a boy be happy when he’s near a pretty girl?”

“I’m flattered,” you smiled and looked at your notes, only to avoid his gaze.

The sweet gesture of blushing and avoiding his eyes made Blaise’s heart jump in his chest – it was a strange sensation, which made him even more confident on his decision.

“What’re you doing tonight, dove?”

You tried to think about your plans, but they were nonexistent. It was a Saturday night, so you’d probably end up staying up late with Padma and Cho while talking about Rowena Ravenclaw knows what.

“Nothing much, I think,” you shrugged. “Staying in my dorm.”

Blaise felt luckier than ever. “Come to a party with me,” he asked with joy in his voice. The smile on your lips only grew bigger in amusement but you realized that he was dead serious.

“A party?” you asked and laughed with sarcasm.

“Yeah,’ he responded, ‘don’t tell me that Miss Y/L/N doesn’t break rules sometimes.”

“Oh, she does,” you said and started to draw in the corner of one of your parchments. “What party?” you asked and this time Blaise was the amused one.

“A Slytherin one, of course,’ he said proudly, ‘and you’re my guest.”

Not knowing how to react, you gathered your things slowly as Blaise watched you and got up, squeezing the papers to your chest. “I don’t know,’ you answered and you were ready to leave, ‘I’ll think about it and I’ll let you know.”

You wanted to leave so you stepped away from him, but before you knew he got his hand around your wrist, pushing you behind a book shelf. Instinctively, you pressed your back against the old wooden shelf and looked him in the eyes, confused.

“Why are you always running away from me?” he asked directly, leaving you breathless. He was close to you, his body nearly pressed against yours, and his nose was blowing air on your lips.

“I’m not,” you lied and he just scoffed, like he was tired of this stupid behavior of yours.

“Y/N, it’s confusing, dove,’ he started, ‘you’re not saying no to my flirt but you don’t play along either. Am I bothering you with all my insistence?”

It was the first time when Blaise was playing his cards as he got them – open to the public eye; in that case, you. All you could do was to shake your head as you’d continue to watch his facial expression, now relaxing.

“Then why are you always so scared to be around me?”

His question was so simple and yet so complicated. If he’d know the true answer everything would change, and your future could be the same as the cards predicted.

“We don’t belong together, Blaise,” you sighed.

He laughed, shaking his head as he disapproved you. “And why’s that?”

“I’m a Ravenclaw and you’re a Slytherin,” you tried to say, but he interrupted you.

“You think we don’t belong together because of our houses?” he said like it was some kind of joke.

“Don’t you?”

Blaise Zabini didn’t know if he should be upset or amused by your question, Yes, of course he was raised with the idea of Slytherins being superior to the others, but he was also a very curious boy, who always got what he wanted – and now he wanted to know why you were running away from him.

“I don’t when it comes about you,” he confessed. “I don’t care if you’re a half-blood, a Ravenclaw or anything else, dove. You’re pretty, and I like you in blue.”

His other hand was now on your cheek, caressing your skin gently.

“I’m not so pretty,” you said and looked him in the eyes, like you were trying to convince him that he could do so much better.

“Shouldn’t Ravenclaws be smarter than that?” he joked, making you also let out a chuckle. “Come with me tonight,” he asked you again, this time witching you with his soft touch.

You were sure that Blaise put a spell on you, or else you couldn’t explain yourself why you were getting closer to him. “Ok,” you whispered.

“Good girl,” Blaise smirked and placed a fast peck on your lips, like he just showed you that his intentions are way bigger. “Sorry,” he said smiling, “I wanted to do that for two years.”

You blushed – hard, and he found it cute. Everything about you seemed to be so innocent and vulnerable that he wanted to keep you for himself.

“What should I wear tonight?”

Blaise shrugged. “I don’t know, dove. Anything you feel comfortable with.”

But his answer wasn’t satisfying. “I’ll find something good enough to not embarrass myself in front of all those pretty SLytherin girls.”

“They’ll be basic, darling,’ he laughed, ‘green or black.”

“Then I’ll search for something like that, too.”

“But I told you, I like you in blue.”

After another blushing cheeks, Blaise freed you and let you go to you dormitory. He went back to his table, were now were also Draco and Pansy, talking with the two idiots.

“I knew you’d come out of nowhere after your little bird left the library red like a tomato,” Pansy laughed but he knew it was just a way of hiding her true emotions – she wasn’t mean in reality, but she wanted to keep up with her boyfriend’s reputation.

“Funny, Pans,” he simply said and sat back down on his chair. “Got what we need?” he asked Draco.

“Yes, your mother made sure we could bring all the bottles back to the castle without being caught.”

“That’s the least she could do for her only child,” he joked. “Y/N’s coming tonight, so you better be nice – or, better, don’t even speak to her.”

“Why?” asked Goyle.

“She’s hot,” continued Crabbe.

“Watch your mouth, idiot,” muttered in annoyance Blaise, looking at him.

“Oh, c’mon,” continued Pansy with a smirk. “Don’t tell me that she didn’t caught your eye after she grew a pair of boobs.”

“She’s right, mate,” Draco said and laughed.

“Her body’s a bonus,” he admitted without any shame. You were gorgeous and he couldn’t deny that your body was a bonus to your personality.

“A big one, if we keep in mind that you know the bare minimum about her,” Pansy said in the same mean tone, making Blaise roll his eyes as the rest of them laughed at him for being so in love.

***

In six years at Hogwarts you took part to many parties – parties thrown by your house, by the Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs, but you never got the chance to enter the Slytherins’ Common Room and to party along with them. They didn’t bully you personally, but you had eyes and ears so you could be aware of all the mean comments those kids could say. Just because they were rich and pure they thought they were some kind of royalty, and you felt strange, being half of what they were.

The cyan dress was hugging your curves and the make-up Cho putted on for you was elegant and yet simple.

“Take care, ok?” Padma asked as she hugged you, being afraid of the idea – you meeting Blaise after the cards literally said that you two together would destroy each other.

“It’s a party, Padma,” you laughed as you stepped away from your friends, sneaking out of the Ravenclaw Tower. The cloak you were wearing helped you walk in the dark without being too obvious. It was around ten when you entered the Dungeons and when you were surrounded by the sound of water hitting against the stone walls.

In the letter Blaise sent you was written the hour he was expecting you and the password of the Slytherin House, along with an advice about how to trick the skull.

“Password?” the skull asked when it saw you standing there, arms crossed to your chest.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Pureblood,” you said between your teeth, and the big door opened immediately after.

You stepped in and you were amazed by the green lights coming from the ceiling, the loud muggle music you could recognize and the dancing ring in the middle of the room. All the Slytherins were dressed elegant, the boys wearing shirts unbuttoned to the first two or three buttons, and the girls being dressed in fancy dresses while holding a champagne glass or dancing sensually with each other. It was new for you, all that club atmosphere.

“You’re Y/N, right?”

You looked behind you, were two young boys were holding firewhiskey glasses. You nodded, still confused.

“Blaise’s waiting for you,” the taller one told you while the shorter one held out his hand.

“Give me your cloak,” he asked nicely and you did as he said, thanking him. You felt kind of revealed, the dress reaching your knees while the other girls’ were half to their thigh or long to the ground, but cut on the side. Some of them were watching you and the anxiety took control over your body. Did Blaise really deserved you to go through all of these, only to see if you could be good together?

You followed the boy to the other side of the big room, walking past dancing teenagers. Blaise sat down on a leather couch, surrounded by boys and girls, all of them smoking or having a glass of alcohol. You really felt strange watching them, because you knew how forbidden was to do such things in Hogwarts – in the muggle word, when you’d visit your grandparents, you’d frequently see teenagers smoking in parks or having a can of beer.

“Y/N!’, Blaise greeted you with a big smile on his face, ‘you made it!”

He got up from the couch, abandoning his cigarette in an ashtray to hug you and kiss your cheek. “You look amazing, dove,” he whispered in your ear as you melted slowly in his arms. Now that Blaise was present, you didn’t felt in danger anymore. You were completely lost, no chance to leave that party without admitting to yourself that you’ve fallen in love with the boy who, for two years, was nice to you everyday.

“Guys, she’s Y/N,” Blaise told the others as he sat back on the couch, dragging you along with him. The other Slytherins greeted you and a girl named Tracey said how much she loved your dress, asking you where did you get it.

“It was a present from my mother, from the muggle world,” you said, realizing the words you said only after saying them.

“How cool!” she shouted, a little dizzy from the firewhiskey. “You two have that in common,’ she said while leaning to Theodor Nott, ‘Blaise spends a lot of time in the muggle world too, even if he hates them!” she laughed.

You only nodded your head and smiled to Theodore, who apologized for her behavior.

“Want something to drink?” Blaise asked you, a hand appearing over your shoulders.

“Do you guys have anything else besides firewhiskey?” you whispered in his ear, giving him goosebumps.

“I’ll bring you some champagne,” he said back, making you laugh.

“Fancy,” was all you could respond before he got up, leaving you alone with the others.

They were chatting and laughing, only Tracey smiling to you and asking you some questions from time to time, while she was now in Theodore’s lap. Blaise came back with a sparkling glass, the bubbles tickling you when you drank.

***

It was the third or the ninth glass of champagne and you were laughing to yourself as Blaise was talking nonsense in your ear, kissing your lobe from time to time while holding your hand. He’d kissed you now and then, only shortly when he considered to be fine with you – you didn’t mind his soft lips against yours.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” you said and tried to get up.

“I’ll show you the way,” he told you as you were on your feet, but a sound of heels stopped him.

“It’s fine, partyboy,’ Pansy laughed and grabbed your hand, smiling friendly, ‘I was going to the bathroom too,’ she said, ‘and also, Draco’s waiting for you in your dorm, for your birthday surprise,” she winked in his direction and started to walk away with your hand in her, her steps taking you to a large common bathroom with mirrors and sinks and toilets. You entered a toilet in the same time as Pansy and let out all the liquids in your body, breathing in release. When you exited the toilet, Pansy was washing her hands and watching you through the mirror.

“I’m really glad you could come to Blaise’s party, he really wished to have you here near his birthday.”

“It’s his birthday?” you asked terrified. He never told you why there was a party.

“Yeah, but it’s Monday, you still have time to bring him a gift if those kisses don’t count,” she joked and winked to you, while your hands froze under the water. “It’s fine,’ she said when she observed the blush on your cheeks, ‘we already know about your friendly relationship.”

“Our…,” you muttered confused.

“Yes, Blaise told us how long he ran after you until you gave up and accepted.”

You didn’t understand her words. “Could you be more explicit?’ you laughed, ‘I think I had too much champagne.”

Pansy leaned on the sink and took out of her purse a cigarette, lighting it with her wand. “I heard Blaise telling the boys how good you were looking and how curious he was to see what’s under those blue robes, and I see he didn’t give up until he brought you here, to his party.”

“What?” was all you could ask, starting to feel the emptiness in your body.

“Yeah, I guess you know his mother,’ Pansy chuckled, ‘I think it’s a family tradition to want something that you can’t have and after you have it, to use it and be bored of it soon after.”

Her words were hurting your ears, your heart.

“But don’t worry,’ she continued in a friendly tone, ‘Tracey was in your place too, and she told me it was worthy – Blaise knows what to do with a girl.”

But he didn’t know what to do with you. That was his intention? To seduce you, to give you hope that you could be together, after all, and then to use you as a toy? Madness started to grow inside you along with sadness.

“Thanks for taking me to the bathroom, Pansy,” you smiled to the young witch, who only smiled back and watched you leave.

You wanted to leave. You wanted to leave and never get back there or near one of those Slytherins. They knew – they were aware of Blaise’s little game of playing with you and they did nothing. Of course they did nothing – you weren’t one of them.

“Dove!” shouted a voice behind you but you continued to walk until you left the Common Room, standing in front of the skull and ignoring its questions. All your dizziness disappeared once you heard Pansy’s words.

“Y/N!” called Blaise again, now grabbing your hand and making you stop. “What happened, dove?” he asked confused, his eyes red and his breath smelling like menthol and smoke.

“I don’t want to be here anymore, let me go,” you asked him calmly but he didn’t.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he requested worried. And that made you angrier.

“It’s wrong how stupid I am!” you laughed and freed yourself from his grip. “I really believed we could end up together for real!”

Blaise raised his brows. “We could?” he asked confused, and then he realized. “Of course, we still can,” he said immediately and made you laugh harder, angrier.

“Fuck off, Blaise Zabini. I’m not one of your toys so fuck off and never talk to me again,” you told him and left, he still shouting after you when he heard a pair of steps and paws coming from behind him.

Even if he knew what was the best thing to do for you two, he swore and got back into his Common Room, ready to question Pansy about what the fuck was wrong with her.

***

Monday was already a tiring day, but after a whole weekend full of tears, you were practically a zombie. The bags under your eyes were dark, no matter how hard Cho tried to help you to cover them, and the lack of sleep and food was obvious simply by looking at your face. The reason, anyway, was known only by you, your friends, and probably all the Slytherins.

Care of Magical Creatures was a fun class for you – that’s why you chose to take it. Hagrid was a nice teacher, always making everyone feel good during his lessons. The worst part was that Blaise and other Slytherins were taking that class too, and you didn’t feel like dealing with him. You practically had no idea what Hagrid was talking about because you were trying too hard to avoid Blaise’s gaze in the crowd of students. You’d look at the cloudy sky, the trees moving because of the wind and you tried to predict when the rain would come.

“Thank you very much for today, kids,” Hagrid said in his accent, happy that no one got hurt that day.

Everybody started to go back to the castle, following the path, but when you wanted to leave the forest the way was blocked by a solid body.

“Move away,” you asked without looking at him.

“You can’t ignore me forever, dove,” he sighed and looked over his shoulder, seeing that you two were now alone.

“I could try, at least,” you shrugged and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Could you just listen to me?”

“So you could lie?”

But Blaise did something you never expected – he got a little bottle out of his robes – Veritaserum.

“What the…”

“Stole it, long story,” he simply said and took a sip before giving you the bottle. You did what he did and gave back the now empty bottle.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Pansy told me you’re only playing.”

“I’m not,” he answered and you were somehow shocked.

“I don’t think we are good for each other.”

“I do.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to keep your mouth shut, but the potion made its effects. “I’m not good enough for you. I’m not like them.”

“Like who?” Blaise asked worried and approach you, grabbing your hands gently.

“I’m not elegant like the girls in your house. I don’t smoke and I don’t drink firewhiskey, I don’t party like that and I don’t wear that kind of dresses. I’ve never had sex and I don’t think I want to have just now.”

You covered your mouth and looked down to your shoes.

“I don’t care about those things,” he said sad. “I care about you, ok? I care about your smile and your passion for Divination, I care about your cute cyan dress and about your big eyes. We are good for each other, Y/N.”

His voice was strong and sure about its words, and that made your eyes form tears again. “I’m scared,” you admitted. “I’m not a Slytherin and I’m not like who you’d like me to be.”

Blaise smiled to you and cupped your face, wiping away your tears. “You’re pretty,’ he said, putting a little smile on your face, ‘and I like you no matter what.”

Knowing it was the pure truth, you smiled bigger and crushed your lips against his, the rain starting to pour on your bodies.

“I told you, my dove,’ he said with his forehead leaned to yours, ‘I like you in blue.”

You started to laugh with happiness as the rain started to be more violent, hitting the ground with big drops. Blaise grabbed your hand and started to run with you to the castle, hand in hand, his green robes fluttering along with your blue ones.

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Incantation of Incineration

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This had to work.

No, who was she kidding, this wouldn’t work.

It never did, no matter how hard Mikasa tried, how deeply she dug in the library, how much she searched on the internet. Magic was a myth, and it would never work, which saddened the goth girl to no end.

She was fascinated by the supernatural ever since she could remember, devouring magazines, tv-shows or books dedicated to the topic with unhealthy speed. Maybe she was a tiny bit obsessed, but that was okay. Her parents didn’t mind, as long as she kept her grades up, and because Mikasa was very bright that was not hard to achieve. In her free time she kept experimenting, she kept trying, she kept searching for a way to make it work.

To no avail.

No ritual worked. No spell changed anything. No incantation had any effect. Still, she wouldn’t give up. It carried her through high school and it stuck with her in college too. To Mikasa it didn’t matter that goth went out of style, that magic was a forgotten thing for all of her classmates. It was an ethereal thing, bigger than life, something that enhanced the mundane and boring existence.

And today, her faith was rewarded.

Mikasa was studying in a library by herself, having an exam coming up, when her session was interrupted. A small girl appeared, hair shadowing her eyes and an enigmatic smile on the youthful face.

“Hello,”, she said, “Do you like black magic?”

“I.. Uh…”, nervous, the goth pushed an unruly bang that escaped her pigtails behind one pierced ear, “Why do you ask?”

A frown entered her features when Mikasa realized that this was a college library, no place for a small girl.

“Wait, who are you? Where are your parents?”

The girl ignored all this, rudely.

“If you do like magic…”, she leaned closer, “Check the “Worlds Religions” section, the third row.”

“What are you talking about? H-hey!”

Not answering, the girl turned and walked away, disappearing between the bookshelves. Completely dumbfounded, Mikasa sat for a while, wondering what kind of strange experience this was. Honestly, she should ignore that. It was a child, probably making fun of her because of the way Mikasa dressed. It meant nothing.

Maybe.

Most likely.

But what if…

“Screw it.”, two words that fell from between the goth’s lips and she was putting her stuff back in the bag, throwing it over her shoulder, and walking towards the religion section.

Deftly, her fingers ran along the covers as she searched, taking care that none of her rings scratched the books. Third row, was it? Eyes sliding over one book and then the next, Mikasa felt an uneasiness in her stomach upon finding nothing. It was a joke then. The girl….

Here.

This book didn’t belong here. Sure, it had a cross on the front, but that was the only marking. No title, no text, no explanation, only black leather and silver cross imprinted into it. Looking left and right, Mikasa made sure that she’s alone before grabbing the book and opening it, eyes widening immediately.

There were spells scribbled on the pages, strange words that made sense to her only because of the life-long obsession with the occult. Not that Mikasa didn’t see books like these before, but none of the spells in those worked. Yet this one – it appeared so suddenly, and the girl was so mysterious…..

Biting her bottom lip, Mikasa quickly stuffed the book in her bag, leaving the library right after. Studying could wait, her pursuit of magic could not. Nobody noticed her little thievery, nobody called out for her, and when she was walking home, a new hope was blooming in Mikasa’s chest.

Turning the key in its lock, she wasn’t surprised to see that her parents weren’t home. They worked long hours, days sometimes, and Mikasa was used to being alone. Kicking off her heavy leather boots she beelined towards the bedroom, shutting the door after herself. Bag dumped at the foot of the bed, Mikasa pulled out the book and sat cross-legged on the floor, truly studying it.

There were so many spells in the book, so many rituals, it made her head swim. Some were amazing, some terrible, some made her shiver, and other gasp in excitement.

“No point in getting worked up over nothing.”, she calmed herself, “If none of these work….”

A test then, a trial run of one of these, to see if this was real or yet another hoax. Randomly opening the book, her grey eyes slid over the text, taking in the chosen pages.

“A demon summoning ritual.”, she read out loud.

Okay, fine.

It was a fairly basic spell, and Mikasa had everything required. Chalk to draw a pentagram on the floor. Candles in each corner of the star. In the middle, a small bowl waited for her offering. Mikasa kneeled above it, as described in the book, a knife in one hand. Going by the instructions, she was supposed to cut herself, deep enough to bleed. That was fine, but the placement of the required cut was strange. Not a hand, as she usually did, this one had to be on her face beneath the right eye.

Well, Mikasa was determined.

Reading from the book, she began the ritual. The strange words made no sense to her, but it wasn’t the first time that she chanted something without understanding what. The spell was long and tedious to pronounce, luckily she had plenty of experience with speaking tongue-twisting words. Higher and higher her voice climbed until it was the time for the climax of the ritual. Gritting her teeth, Mikasa dragged the knife over her face, catching a few drops of blood into the bowl. Planting it back in the middle of the pentagram, she waited with bated breath, waited and….

Nothing happened.

Satan damn it.

A wave of sadness washed over her as Mikasa sat back on her heels, clutching the book to her chest. This was her best shot by far, and it didn’t do anything. Maybe it was finally time to accept that black magic simply didn’t ex…

A sudden explosion followed by black and red smoke threw her and Mikasa landed on her back, knocking her head against the floor. Her vision was swimming, but she could see that someone was standing in the middle of the pentagram now, a tall figure that angled its head back, a breathy chuckle coming.

“Damn, it's good to breathe air again.”

That voice. That damn voice. So deep, it rumbled through her entire being, tingled some parts that Mikasa didn’t even know existed. Pushing herself up on the elbows, Mikasa was about to ask what is going on when the being looked straight at her.

And she was lost.

Those green eyes pierced her, went right through any sort of mental strength, and dug into the deepest parts of her being. Not even giving her time to think the being moved, fast as a shadow, and suddenly her body was covered by someone. Falling back from the sudden assault with a yelp, Mikasa turned on her hip, still clutching that stupid book to her chest. Fearfully, she raised her eyes and finally saw what the hell did she just summon.

It was a demon all right. A man no doubt, naked from the waist up but (luckily) wearing black pants with multiple leather belts. Nothing strange on his body, at least from what Mikasa saw, but his head was quite a different story. There were horns on the top of his head, black and curved. Strange markings ran down from his emerald eyes, a bit like cuts, heading down the cheeks. Studying it, studying him, Mikasa realized one thing.

Their faces were damn close.

“So you are the one who summoned me?”, the demon asked, a smug smile crossing his admittedly very handsome features, “A girl?”

Mikasa’s throat was dry, so dry that she couldn’t even answer, but the demon didn’t seem to mind. He was looking at her too, eyes roaming all over her face and a certain satisfaction appearing. A strange ringing sound to her left, and suddenly there was a hand touching her, sweeping away hair that fell into her eyes.

He had claws, she realized, claws and torn shackles at his wrists. And while the claws did look sharp his touch was gentle, not hurting her in the slightest.

“A pretty girl at that.”, the demon continued his monologue, “Very pretty…. Beautiful …”

There was hunger in his words now, a primal one that made Mikasa shiver. She had to do something, otherwise this demon would devour her. Gathering all her mental strength, she clutched the book tighter and spoke.

More like squeaked.

“I-I am y-your master now! You c-came because of my c-calling, that ma-makes you mine!”

“Is that so?”, the demon wasn’t bothered by these words in the slightest, more like pleased if she read his face correctly, “Tell me, beautiful…”

Closer, closer he moved and now their faces were practically touching.

“Do you feel in power?”

Unable to speak, Mikasa shook her head as her lips trembled in fear. A single tear rolled from her eye, realizing that while she may have conducted the ritual, she had no idea how to control the demon. Yet before the tear could splash against the floor the demon caught it, a gentle claw swiping across her slightly bleeding cheek.

“There is no need to cry, pretty girl, I have no intention of hurting you.”

“Y-You don’t?”

“No, you are way too beautiful for that, I wouldn’t dream of tainting that. And…”, his nostrils flared as he took a lungful, “you smell wonderful.”

His head dipped low and suddenly it was on Mikasa’s neck. Lips parted and sharp teeth grazed the skin, making her think that despite the earlier words he might still hurt her. Instead of pain a soft kiss was planted on her neck, forcing a gasp from her throat. That sound pleased the demon.

“W-What are you doing?”, Mikasa choked out.

“I’m not going to hurt you, but you can’t expect me to come all this way from hell and want nothing in return….”, claws appeared again, this time on her upper thighs, dancing around the lace of her stockings, “There is an ocean of pleasure I could drown you in, my beauty, and I’m feeling generous tonight…”

Retreating from her neck the demon faced her again, the green eyes scorching with intensity.

“What do you say, mortal, want a taste?”

No! – her rational half screamed.

But…

He was so beautiful, so unreal, he was everything Mikasa dreamed about. Dark magic was real, it summoned a demon for her, one that was offering her pleasure. Those damn claws on her sensitive skin, the aftertaste of his lips on her neck, the delicious heat his body produced, pressed so close to her….

“Y-Yes.”, Mikasa found herself saying, unable to stop it, “I do.”

The smile that appeared on the demon’s lips, that was the epitome of smugness.

“Good.”

Without further ado, he crashed his lips into hers, finally kissing her. Mikasa was taken aback by this, head lolling back and jaw wrenched helplessly open. The demon’s tongue slipped into her mouth, abnormally long and dexterous, wrapping around her own in one slick motion. At the same time the claws moved, repositioning from her thighs to between them, pressing against her heat. Overcome at several places, Mikasa moaned out loud.

Black panties nudged aside, now the tip of the claw was teasing her wetness directly, building her frustration up. She couldn’t do anything, hands uselessly hanging on the side, the book cluttering on the floor. His tongue was everywhere in her mouth, taking it as its own home, even brushing against Mikasa’s throat. How long was that damn thing?

By the time he finally allowed her to breathe Mikasa was panting, eyes wide and cheeks boiling red. Observing the fruits of his labor, the demon noticed the blood still trickling down, his tongue sweeping out to lick at it.

“Delicious…”, he purred, gently caressing the tiny cut that was already healing, thanks to his tongue, “You taste wonderfully too.”

“P-Please…”, was all Mikasa could say, begging with her eyes more than with her words.

“Oh? Is there something you want?”, the rubbing grew even faster, forcing her to arch her hips and moan again.

“Please!”, she practically screamed, tilting her hips for a better angle.

Deciding that he had tortured her enough, the demon slipped a single finger inside her, exploring the fluttering walls. The penetration made her gasp wonderfully, eyes sliding shut from the intensity. She was tight, tighter than he expected, making him frown.

“I don’t think that I can go all the way with you tonight, my beauty.”, he sighed, “It would hurt you too much.”

Summoning a single braincell to work, Mikasa cracked an eye open.

“W-What?”

The demon’s answer was a grin.

“Not to worry, I have many more weapons at my disposal.”

A second claw joined the first one, scissoring her open, and Mikasa lost control of her voice. With her mouth occupied by frantic breathing, the demon attacked the neck again, biting into the skin. She was so pale and colored beautifully beneath his teeth, and he chuckled inwardly imagining all the bruises that were sure to bloom on her.

There were wet sounds in the room, squelching as he fingered her, her body being such an amazingly reacting toy. Pulling his fingers out, the demon admired the trail of wetness that connected them to her twitching womanhood. Mikasa’s blood tasted wonderful, so how about….

The long tongue was back in action, she realized, watching as the demon licked his fingers clean from her essence, an expression of pure joy appearing on his features.

“Now this… This is something else.”, his eyes found hers, a wicked grin on the demon’s face, “I need to taste you properly.”

Faster than a snake he was gone, head appearing between her stockinged legs. With a quick swipe of his claw the demon snapped the waistband of her panties open, throwing the ruined underwear away. Grabbing Mikasa’s asscheeks he spread her open for him, planting his face exactly where she wanted it to be. Right against her throbbing sex.

If the abnormal demon tongue felt amazing in her mouth, having it down there was indescribable. Licking at her glistening outer lips first, he glided everywhere on the wet skin, cleaning it. And then he was inside. The long muscle slid into her, writhing around and Mikasa clasped her hands over her mouth just in time before a loud scream ripped its way from her throat. This was incredible.

Nothing ever came close to how the demon’s tongue made her feel. Never in her life did Mikasa experience this much pleasure because the tongue reached everywhere stimulating the entirety of her sex in long strokes and vibrations that she had no idea how he produced. Her eyes rolled back, her chest contracted, her legs clenched around his head. Relentless in his pursuit of Mikasa’s sweetness, the demon kept tongue-fucking her with a clear purpose in mind. To speed it up, to reach his feast faster, a single claw dragged over her swollen clit, pressing and rubbing and….

Mikasa lost it.

Complete whiteness washed over her vision as she came, her inner walls contracting wildly around the demonic tongue. She pulsed and pulsed and produced more of that delicious nectar that he eagerly drank in, not letting even a drop go to waste. Mikasa’s blood was delicious but this was beyond delicious, it was the best thing that he ever tasted and the demon couldn’t get enough.

When her body began to calm, a frown entered his handsome features.

“Oh no, this won’t do, I need more.”

Mikasa didn’t even get a chance to talk before the tongue slid inside her again and she screamed, eyes shutting and features contorting. Apparently once was not enough, and the demon was intent on making her come on his face again.

This was going to be a long night.

In the end, Mikasa lost count on how many times the demon made her cum. Not tiring, not needing a break, he kept pleasuring her, toying with her clit and abusing her sex. She was lost in an unending stream of happy hormones, drowning in that ocean of pleasure the demon promised her. His grip on her was firm and Mikasa’s hips were grounded, the demon didn’t allow her to move away from him, holding his prize close. Only when she was truly done and couldn’t do it anymore, when she whined in discomfort instead of pleasure did he pull back, sated.

For now.

Completely done and spent Mikasa was practically passed out, body unresponsive and eyes closed. Hands circled her, easily picking her up and carrying her a short distance. She was gently deposited in the bed and someone pulled the covers over her before a kiss was planted on her forehead. And then a heated whisper entered her ears, pushing its way into the brain even through the curtain of absolute exhaustion.

“If you want more, my beauty, you know where to find me.”, another kiss, this time on her lips, “I’ll be waiting.”

Finally, the darkness overcame her completely.

When Mikasa woke up, hours later, she thought that it all must have been a dream. That delusion lasted for only about a second before the rest of her body woke up, the ache in her lower regions demanding that she accepts the reality. Lifting the covers, Mikasa’s eyes shot open.

Her body was still fully clothed, as the demon didn’t bother with disrobing her, only her panties were gone. There were bruises, so many bruises on her upper thighs, the small part left uncovered by the stockings littered with bites. Her neck received a similar treatment, judging from the ache.

The pentagram was there, albeit the candles were snuffed out, the book lying innocently in the middle. Mikasa tried standing up to get it, only to realize that her legs refused to carry her and she fell back into the bed. Despite all this ache, despite all the unknown, Mikasa’s lips spread into a smile as she eyed the book.

The goth girl and her green-eyed demon are going to have so much fun together.

#fanart inspired #snk #eremika #fanfic

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After all, why not? Why can’t I hook up twice in one night?

DATED: Prom leave us alone SUMMARY: Mitte convinces Kristoff to let his hair down at prom NOTES/WARNINGS: None just good clean kinda steamy fun @mighty-mitte

MITTE

Town wide prom was… A strange phenomenon. Not the sort of thing Mitte had ever encountered before Swynlake. Of course, this was a place that had brought a lot of new experiences. Magic, alternate o

realities, vampirism. She wasn’t complaining, but it was discomforting how quickly these events had started to feel normal. Mitte was getting eager to shake things up, be a little bit of a troublemaker just for the hell of it. She’d had to be so careful lately with the dangers of killing someone so easily. But tonight she was well fed and looking fine as fuck, if she did say so herself- and she did- so she wanted to have some fun.

You could easily argue she’d had plenty already, what with sneaking off to her favourite town hall storage room with her date already for some messing around, but, well, if Kristoff was going to turn up to a second town hall event- without even having been dragged along by her this time- what was Mitte to do but push her luck?

Of course Marisa was her date, but they were two independent and easily distracted women. She’d wandered off to talk with some work friends and Mitte, who did not know them and wasn’t at all interested in the awkward this-is-my-date-no-not-my-girlfriend-just-my-date dance, wandered off to go see her old pal in espionage instead.

“As I live and breathe.” Mitte said as she sauntered over, voice breathy and one hand placed on her chest, “Kristoff Bjorgman, am I seeing you at another town event, or am I just losing my pretty little mind?”

KRISTOFF

Kristoff had no idea why he was even here.

He had been aware of Swynlake’s various events since he had started coming back into town of his own free will. They had made the shop workers a little ditzier than usual, a road would be closed here or there, and come sunset, the place would be like a ghost town. Kristoff had stood and watched from the sidelines, head tilted, brow furrowed. Why were there so many parties? What were they celebrating?

Turns out, they were never really celebrating anything. Kristoff had never understood that.

And he had never really had any desire to go to any of those events, something which definitely hadn’t changed -- what had changed, though, was that now people kept bugging him about going. His flatmate, his work friends. And then there was the inevitable talk about everything the next morning, a blow by blow account of everything that had gone on. At least if he was there he wouldn’t have to have those conversations…

Which is why Kristoff was stood in the corner, in a rented suit that definitely wasn’t to theme, wondering if it was too early to go home. When Mitte arrived, it was as silent as always, and in a dress that-- that-- what was his point again?

“Who says it can’t be both?” He returned, eyebrows arching.

MITTE

His heart stuttered. It was, obviously, not the first time someone's heart had gone funny at the sight of her, but hearing it always made her feel powerful. If she pointed it out Kristoff might make the argument that she had simply scared him by dancing over all quiet like, but even if his glance down at what she was wearing had been brief it wasn’t brief enough for her not to notice the way his eyes lingered on the slit at her thigh and the low neckline of her dress.

That was rather the point of wearing the thing, she’d be offended if it didn’t get to him at least a little. Marisa was a big fan of the look.

Apparently he was used enough to her antics now to be able to return fire. There was one version of reality where Mitte curled her lip and said ‘bite me’ and cackled and then the two of them were just old buds for the evening. But that would be boring, even if it did come with significantly less risk of giving Kristoff an aneurysm.

So instead Mitte pouted, eyes all wide. “Oooh, that was mean.” She simpered as she reached his side, shaking her head. “At least now I know you’re the real Kristoff and not some super social imposter.” She tipped her head back and smiled up at him, shifting her weight to rest over one hip so the slit on the side of her dress rode up her thigh.“I’m glad you decided to come along.” Mitte said, one hand resting softly on his arm, grin turning a little devilish, “you cut a real handsome shape in a suit, y’know.”

KRISTOFF

Kristoff rolled his eyes, looking away— but it was mostly an excuse to not have to look at Mitte anymore. Not that he didn’t want to (he definitely did want to, actually, way more than he probably should, which was probably her intention in the first place, wasn’t it?), just that he kinda didn’t trust himself to. Making a fool of himself? Nothing new. But pissing off a vampire? Even one who was his friend? He didn’t want to stray into that territory.

Plus, the eye rolling and the teasing were what he was used to. That was what they did. Not as easily or as readily as they had in that dream, mind, but still. It was pretty typical for the two of them. And focusing on that was better than focusing on the way her dress shifted as she did, exposing even more skin—

And now she was complimenting him, and smirking, and he was definitely blushing. Right? “It’s not mine,” he admitted, blurting the words out because he apparently didn’t have anything else to say. “It’s rented.” He clarified, his face screwing up like he regretted every word out of his mouth. “We can’t all have—“ he waved a hand at her dress, immediately regretting acknowledging it. “Fancy event wardrobes.”

MITTE

Flustering Kristoff was just so easy. She doubted anyone would blame her for having fun with it. At the end of the day no one could say he was really suffering right now, could they? Poor Kristoff with the undivided and flirtatious attention of a girl in a revealing red dress. Even a short month or two ago his blushing might’ve been enough to spook her into cutting the whole game short, because there were some things you just didn’t play with- peoples’ lives, for example- but now though it caught her attention her thirst was sated enough that it didn’t entirely distract her and she only thought of the blood pooling under his skin for a moment.

Mitte’s smile turned bemused as he bumbled his way through the story behind his suit, her laugh light and airy. “Oh, you like my dress?” She looked down like she was only just noticing it for the first time herself, fingers delicately tracing along the neckline. “I guess it is kind of fancy. Want to know a secret?” She popped up onto her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, voice low, “it’s not mine either. I’m borrowing it from a friend.” Mitte stepped back, head tipping slightly to the side so her hair spilled down one shoulder, “so you see, neither of us actually have fancy event wardrobes.”

KRISTOFF

It took all the little Kristoff’s inside of big Kristoff’s brain a second to pull themselves together after Mitte stepped in close to him. She was definitely saying something (and hopefully he’d catch up to that later), but he was distracted by the warmth of her breath on his ear, and the scent of her perfume, growing stronger as she leaned in towards him before fading away again. He watched her hair tumble down over her shoulder and then, like two ends of a cut wire joining together again, he sparked back to life.

Kristoff searched his back catalogue of self-deprecating jokes for one that might suit, because usually when he wasn’t sure what else to say, but he came up kinda blank. His mouth was open, definitely like he was about to say something, so he probably should—

“Guess not,” he managed eventually, which definitely wasn’t worth the wait. Kristoff cringed a little, turning an even deeper shade of red (he would match her dress in a moment though, wait, maybe don’t think about the dress—) and awkwardly cleared his throat. “What about your date?” He asked, because that was normal, right? He was being normal. “Do they have a fancy wardrobe?” Wait, was she even here with anyone? He had just assumed— “I’m guessing you’re not here alone. Right?”

MITTE

Oh, it was going so well. Mitte might have almost felt bad for how quickly she could turn his brain to goo if it wasn’t so satisfying. It felt good to be flirting for the sake of flirting again, and not just for the purpose of luring some stupid sod into an alley for a bite to eat. She waited for Kristoff to pull himself back together, wondering how long it would take him to twig that amusing as it all was, she was also seriously interested in the idea of dragging him off to that little supply closet for some fun.

He would probably turn down the offer, at least at first, but you’d have to be blind to miss the way he was staring at her with his mouth hanging open.

She swallowed a laugh when in all his fumbling for something to say all he could think to ask about was her date. “No, I’m not here alone.” Mitte answered with a wry smile, “I came with my friend Marisa. She’s…” She actually knew exactly where Marisa was- could’ve probably found her with her eyes closed on smell alone- but she pretended to scan the crowd anyway, tapping a finger against her lower lip. “Oh, she’s over there.” Mitte made a gesture towards a group of girls, and one particular brunette in a pale blue dress, “she does have a fancy wardrobe. Case in point, I borrowed my dress from her.” She smoothed her hands down her sides, turning back to Kristoff, “what about you? Anyone lucky on your arm tonight?”

KRISTOFF

Kristoff looked across the room, following Mitte’s eyes as they scanned over everyone. Admittedly when she pointed, all Kristoff registered was a group of pretty girls in very expensive, but very nice looking dresses. Whichever one of them was Mitte’s date didn’t really matter, because they all looked pretty much like they were up to snuff. Up to Mitte’s standards, he meant — or the standards of that dress. Whichever were higher.

(And Yknow, for his own sake, Kristoff kinda hoped that Mitte’s standards were low, ‘cause he was the opposite end of whatever spectrum that girl was on, and he didn’t think that was a good thing. Not that he was necessarily thinking about being Mitte’s date, or anything, he was just thinking— how had he got onto this again?)

He was a little startled to find Mitte looking at him again, and it took him a moment to register what she’d said. “Me? No.” Ha. Funny, Mitte, very funny. Kristoff had a grand total of two friends, and she was one of them, and he didn’t really know if Olaf thought of him as a friend, ‘cause he had hit him with a car, so he probably shouldn’t— “No, I got dragged here by the guys from work, but— I doubt I’ll be staying long. Just this drink, and then,” he jerked a thumb in the general direction of the door. He wasn’t one for parties, even when his friends hadn’t ditched him.

MITTE

He was here all alone. Perfect. Mitte wasn’t sure why exactly she was so determined to extend their physical relationship beyond the realm of an alternate reality. Well, primarily it was just because he was hot, but also if she could bag him in one universe but not the other that was basically implying Other Mitte was somehow better than her and Real Mitte would just not stand for that. It was as thorough a reason as she ever had for doing anything. That reason being: to see if she could.

“You wanna duck out so soon?” Mitte stepped a little closer and stared up at him, all sultry pout and innocent wide eyes, her hand resting on his arm again. “We haven’t even danced yet.” Her voice was soft, almost a purr, meant only for him to hear even though she wasn’t quite close enough to whisper. “You can’t come to a party looking all handsome and not stay long enough for at least one dance.”

KRISTOFF

There she went again, calling him handsome. He wasn’t sure if she was joking with him or not; it would be kind of a cruel joke, if she was, and he didn’t think Mitte was necessarily a cruel person, but Kristoff also wasn’t a very good judge of character. Whether it was a joke or not, it still made him blush, ducking his head and turning his face away as his lips twitched into a small, almost amused smile. His reaction wasn’t helped by the far too familiar weight of the hand on his arm, or the way she was so close that all he could smell was her perfume, or the low, coy lilt to her voice that reminded him once again of that dream…

“I don’t dance,” Kristoff told her, his eyes glancing from hers, to her lips, to the hand on his arm; there was a lot going on right now. He was having a little trouble processing it all. “Unless you’re not very fond of those shoes.”

MITTE

Hook, line, sinker.

It was almost too easy, and she’d be bothered by that if the outcome wasn’t certain to be satisfying. Yes she caught him staring at her mouth, didn’t need super senses for that one. Didn’t say anything about it but she did soften the sultry edge of the pout by smiling just a little bit, like he had been.

It grew into a smug grin at his quip, and Mitte trailed her hand down his arm until she could twine her fingers through his, “I borrowed the shoes too.” She gloated, glancing over at the dancefloor then back at him, though her voice was softer when she spoke again, “and it’s not like my reactions aren’t sharp enough to avoid your feet.” Though really, if he didn’t want to dance it wouldn’t be the worst thing… Mitte leaned in to whisper again, letting her eyes drop to his lips for a second before looking back up, “unless you’d rather skip straight to sneaking off to the storage closet to make out. I do like dancing but I wouldn’t be against that.” She didn’t lean back right away this time, one brow quirked as she waited to see how he would react.

KRISTOFF

Had Kristoff fallen asleep? Was this another dream? Mitte’s hand was in his and she was like super close, and then she was talking about closets? And making out?

Listen, Kristoff had not done a lot of dating. In fact, he had done no dating. There had been that boy out in the farmlands, when he’d been just a boy himself and still not quite used to human company but that was… different. And he’d been kinda glad when he’d moved away, ‘cause he’d never really known what to say to him after that summer.

So yeah, forgive him if he was blushing. A lot. And if he kind of gawped like a fish for a second whilst he fully registered just exactly what she was suggesting. “Is that what you do?” He asked, clearing his throat and ducking his head. He made no move to put some distance between them, or to take his hand from hers. “Go to closets and... make out with people? Sounds like a movie, or something.”

MITTE

OK, that had been pretty strong, she knew that. Mitte just figured it was better to get the offer out there, oblivious Kristoff would never pick up on it otherwise. So she lapsed into silence after making it and just watched his reaction play out on his face, not even being distracting by rubbing her thumb across his knuckles even though it would be funny to interrupt his thought process.

From anyone else his comment might sound like judgement, but Mitte knew he was just trying to work it out, work her out. "It has become a bit of a habit actually, now that I think about it." She said after a soft laugh, amusement colouring her tone. It really had become her go to prom activity. Now she was just trying to one up herself by getting two in one night.

He looked so good when he blushed. Some monster rattled its cage in the back of her head but Mitte pushed it back down by spending a moment counting the threads on Kristoff's jacket. He hadn't let go of her hand, or moved away. Now Mitte did sweep her thumb across his knuckles, just to get his attention. "Its fun." She promised, voice silky. "The dancing and the making out. Seriously, we could just dance if that's all you want." Her eyes darkened and she used her free hand to trace slowly and delicately down the buttons of his shirt, stopping just shy of his belt and pulling her hand away, "I'll even stop flirting." Mitte said on a breath, looking up at him through her lashes, "if you ask."

KRISTOFF

Kristoff was not going to ask.

He had a lot of things he wanted to ask Mitte. Mostly, why him? Don’t get him wrong, that dream had been good (very good), but it wasn’t like Kristoff was the same person as that dorky-but-in-a-cool-way super spy. He wasn’t dorky in any way except that; awkward, occasionally unpleasant to be around, usually clueless as to what was happening right in front of him.

He inhaled sharply as he fingers ran down the front of his shirt, and he tried to look at them, to watch the path they took down his chest, over his stomach, but she was too close; it just made him go cross-eyed. Definitely not dorky-but-in-a-cool-way. He looked up instead, meeting her eyes. Should he be afraid of her? Well. He was kind of afraid of her, in that moment, but had nothing to do with her being a vampire.

She could probably see the cogs turning in his head. The instinct to run vs the desire to stay, how to put that into words, how to put anything into words, because it had been a while since anyone had said anything— “And what’s my other option?” He asked her, sounding vaguely strangled. “If— if I don’t just want to dance? And… if I don’t want to stop the flirting…?”

MITTE

Let it be known; Mitte was a danger to people like Kristoff long before she’d become a vampire. Because she knew how to present herself, how to charm her way in or out of a situation. It was an advantage of life on the road, she’d met people of all different temperaments, and once you’d dealt with a personality type before it was a simple matter of small adjustments to cater a technique to the individual.

Kristoff was your classic awkward guy. Cute, unassuming, not great with social cues. Not always fantastic bed partners at first but usually willing to learn and easy to teach. (She had enough evidence that Kristoff was very capable in that department not to be too worried if he wasn’t perfect from the get go.)

She really would be fine with just dancing, if he drew that line, but she was pretty sure he wasn’t going to. He proved her assumption correct just a few seconds later, sounding for all the world like he’d just run a marathon or something. Mitte giggled and tipped her head to the side, in the direction of the hallway, then leaned back towards him to whisper. “Making out in the storage closet.” She reminded him, letting her lips brush the shell of his ear before she shifted away.

Mitte lightly circled a few of the shirt buttons in the middle of his chest, looking up at him. “Don’t worry, nobody’s gonna catch us. Unless you’ve got an overprotective father on the town board I don’t know about, that’s the only time that happened. And I still managed to get away with a tupperware full of fancy crab cakes so not a total loss as far as a prom goes.” She grinned, letting the mood lighten a little before Kristoff went into cardiac arrest.

She cast her gaze back to the hallway again then quirked a brow at him, voice low and sultry, “you wanna get out of the dance hall?”

KRISTOFF

Yeah, yep. Kristoff thought that was his other option.

He had no idea what he was doing here. Well, no, not true, he knew exactly what he was doing here, he just wasn’t sure what was making him do it. He was hardly the adventurous type, had never been one to sneak out of parties to make out in places you shouldn’t (or places you should, for that matter).

And there was always that little voice in the back of his head, the one that nagged, that whispered his doubts to him. But what about Mitte’s date? What about their friendship? What if this ruined everything? Worse, what if he was super bad at it, or at least worse than he had been in that dream, and Mitte decided she wanted nothing more to do with him--

The little voice was silenced for a second, though, as Mitte joked again. He was kind of glad for the momentary change in tone, for the opportunity to roll his eyes and give her a ha ha very funny expression. He definitely didn’t have an overprotective father, though he was probably going to have to ask Mitte for that story…

And then she was looking at him again, doing that thing she did where she looked all coy and mysterious, and Kristoff decided that that little anxious voice could go right to hell. “Lead the way.”

MITTE

This had all been surprisingly smooth sailing. Mitte had expected a little more protest, some more shock, maybe Kristoff telling her she was just acting weird. She wasn’t sure how much that old dream played into his desire now, or if she’d just managed to bambozole him so much with all her flirting he couldn’t use the sensible part of his brain, but either way she was pretty proud of herself.

He was cognizant enough to roll his eyes at her story, so as far as she was concerned she still had enough control of his faculties to be making the choices he wanted to make. And that choice was to sneak off and make out with her. Mitte grinned up at him and stepped back, taking his hand more securely in her own and striding out of the main hall, into a hallway that’d become very familiar.

As before when she’d been here with Marisa, it was empty, and the closet door still unlocked. She ushered Kristoff in first and slipped in after, closing the door by pressing herself up against it. He still looked a little lost, but less panicked than before. Mitte slid her hands up into his hair, using it to pull his face down to hers. She kissed him slow but firm, not wanting to freak him out with too much at first.

KRISTOFF

Kristoff knew that if he allowed himself to think for even a second, he was going to psych himself out. He would panic about getting in trouble, or upsetting Mitte’s date, or her using this as some kind of an excuse to get back to draining his blood (which wasn’t fair, and he was really trying very hard to put that behind himself), and then he would say y’know what, never mind, and he would probably leave his personal belongings back at the work table and just walk directly out of the town hall and back into the forest, never to be seen again.

So, no thinking, which turned out not to be a problem pretty much as soon as Mitte closed the closet door behind them both. There was no pause, no fumbling; she pulled him towards her and he didn’t put up any argument, deciding that letting her take the lead was probably for the best. Case in point: he didn’t know what to do with his hands. They hovered for a second, whilst he was admittedly a little distracted with her lips on his and her hands in his hair, before they managed to find her hips, shifting over her waist, settling just below her ribs. He was glad she had started slowly; he kissed her back almost carefully, like he was frightened he’d do it wrong -- and to be honest, he sort of was.

MITTE

While there were cons to what she had become, heightened senses were absolutely a plus in these scenarios; she carded her hands through his hair and marvelled at how soft it was, the warmth of his hands at her waist, the gentle curve of his lips against hers. He was almost shy with the way he did it, but Mitte was sure he’d warm up soon enough. She let her hands roam along his shoulders and down his chest, and considered wriggling them under his jacket to push it off, but did not want to freak him out. So she pushed them back up into his hair, nails scratching ever so lightly against his scalp.

When it started to seem like he was going to need a minute to breathe she trailed soft little kisses across his cheek and jawline, resisting the urge to dip her face down and trace her lips across his neck- again, she did not want to freak him out- eventually reaching his ear. “You’re doing fine.” Mitte murmured, “would you relax and kiss me like you mean it? Messing this up is more difficult than you’re assuming.” She shifted her mouth back to his, keeping to that same steady pace.

KRISTOFF

Kristoff wished he could say something smart. Something like, I didn’t know this was a performance review, or… well, that was the only thing he could think of, to be honest. And he couldn’t even really think of that, because there was some kind of disconnect happening between his brain and his mouth - the speaking part, at the very least.

So: he was going to have to use his actions, if he couldn’t use his words. He raised one hand to her face, palm pressing to her cheek so that he could tip her head back a little more as he pressed closer to her. At least they couldn’t fall backwards through the door, so he didn’t have that to worry about. Though, to be honest, the leaning down probably wasn’t the best angle for his neck… so. Kiss her like he meant it.

There was a shelf behind them, or a cupboard, or… something. To be honest, Kristoff had no idea what it was, but he didn’t think it mattered. He pulled away just long enough to make sure that there was some space before he reached down, lifting Mitte with his hands behind her thighs, pulling her legs around his waist. It was a complicated motion for someone as clumsy as him, but he managed to get them turned around and Mitte set down on the bench/shelf/whatever without taking his lips from hers, and without major injury, which he thought was quite impressive.

“How’s that?” He asked her, nipping at her lower lip before leaning in again.

MITTE

He smelled good, which was not new information at all, but it was amplified and impossible to ignore in this small space. Mitte wasn’t worried about going crazy sexy vampire killer on him though- thanks to her time right here with Marisa earlier, all those urges were sated- so it just served to get her more excited, the din of the world outside the door forgotten.

All she really had to worry about was making sure she didn’t grab at him too hard, but she could manage that. Most of the time. And if she did get a little carried away she’d know real quick, so it would be fine.

Speaking of getting carried away. Mitte made a noise of surprise in the back of her throat when Kristoff picked her up, grinning for a moment as he set her down on some surface that had been behind him. Smart. With her legs wrapped around him and the split going up one side her dress had risen up the top of her thighs almost enough to expose the lacy red underwear she had on, but she didn’t think either of them were upset about that.

“Perfect.” Mitte said all sultry. Her hands roamed his chest while they kissed, dancing about lightly, occasionally swooping down low to flirt with the line of his trousers where the shirt was tucked in. Eventually she slid them around under his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms.

KRISTOFF

Kristoff definitely wasn’t upset about it, mostly because he hasn’t noticed it yet, because his attention was conveniently caught by Mitte’s lips, and her hands as they slipped across his chest. It was enough to make him shiver, but he slipped out of his jacket without any protest. It wasn’t like it was his, anyways; she could do what she liked with it.

It was a lot easier that way, he found. Let Mitte take the lead and follow suit, though to be fair, lifting her up and spinning her round had been his idea, and they had both definitely enjoyed that. Maybe he wasn’t so bad at this after all? He was still trying not to get too far ahead of himself.

He pulled back from her only for a second, taking his lips from hers to trail kisses across her jaw, down the curve of her neck, breathing in the smell of her hair and her perfume as he went.

MITTE

He was hot. Literally, Mitte wanted to soak up his warmth like a sponge, make her cheeks go red again. She was used to being cold but not to her core, not like this. She wasn't used to not being sure if someone shuddered at her touch because it was good or because she was cold enough for them to feel it through their clothes.

Kristoff wasn't against taking more clothes off anyway, so she couldn't be cold enough to stop him. She tipped her head back when he turned attention to her jaw and down, making a soft sound of pleasure as her legs tightened around him. (Vocal cues were good, and so was praise, so Kristoff earned some for his bold moves for sure.)

Her hands slipped under his arms and around his back, scratching down his spine gently. "Would it be okay if I did the same?" Mitte murmured in the general direction of his ear, "no funny business, honest. Just regular sexy neck kissing."

KRISTOFF

The old Kristoff (of about twenty minutes ago), would have said yknow what? Let’s wrap this up actually. The last time he’d had Mitte’s lips at his neck he’d lost an unknown amount of blood and had felt pretty nauseous for a while, and he wasn’t in any particular rush to repeat that experience.

But the Kristoff that was now stood in a supply closet with Mitte’s legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on her hips was not the old Kristoff. He was potentially, just maybe, someone who was kind of fun, and apparently someone who gave in to certain urges, and he was definitely someone who responded well to both praise and vocal cues…

Mostly, though, he was someone who trusted Mitte.

“Yeah,” He nodded. Eloquence wasn’t his strong suit. “Yeah, that’s - that’d be okay.”

MITTE

It was weird to ask, but the last thing Mitte wanted to do right now was freak him out. Things were going so smoothly.

Too smoothly of course, and she should've known better than to trust that. Or herself.

Maybe it was because she'd never been alone in such a small space with him. It was all filled up with his smell; earthy and warm and dangerously familiar.

Her head tipped down and she pressed a trail of hot kisses along Kristoff's jaw, leading down his neck. The deep breath she took was what started the trouble. Oh god, it would be so easy. Her mouth lingered at his pulse point, she felt sharp and unwelcome teeth prickling her lower lip.

"Fuck-" Her voice was shaky, just a breath.

This was it. She was a monster now, wasn't she? Normal things like making out with a hot guy in a storage closet were suddenly out of reach.

Mitte braced her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, trying to be gentle.

Still too close. His cheeks were red. His blood thrummed hypnotically. She wanted it. She wasn't even hungry. It'd be so good. Her fingers flexed on his shoulders, aching to drag him back in.

No. Not again. "I gotta go." This wasn't fair.

She slipped off the table he'd sat her down on, trying to keep it together. Casual, calm, collected. Not yearning for his blood and cursing herself. "I-" Mitte swallowed thickly, and wondered how visible fangs were when you talked. "This… Somewhere with better air circulation next time, maybe." As she backed towards the door and yanked on the handle she managed a wink, her hand curling a little too strongly around the metal as she got it open.

It was easier to breathe immediately, and Mitte spared him a final glance as she headed back out to the hallway.

KRISTOFF

There was a moment of fear, of minor panic, that made his pulse jump in his neck when Mitte’s lips finally met the curve of his neck. He’d thought the trail she’d begun might’ve distracted him, but his subconscious wasn’t fooled. The longer she lingered, though, the less he cared--

And then she put her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back, and Kristoff took a step away, giving her space. She hadn’t said anything, but he had a feeling he knew what the issue was, and even if it wasn’t that she wanted to sink her teeth into his neck (again) and drain him of his lifeforce, he supposed it didn’t matter.

He wasn’t exactly sure what to say. If he was honest, his brain was running the 400 metre sprint to try to catch up to what had just happened, and by the time he had thought to ask Mitte if she was alright, she was already gone, throwing a wink over her shoulder as she went. The door swung shut behind her, and Kristoff huffed softly, running a hand over his face. For some reason, he didn’t feel any better for having just escaped death. After a moment, he tidied himself up, and slipped back out into the hallway - this time, though, he headed for the door, out into the cool night air, putting prom behind him.

#mistoff #( t; after all why not )#we finally finished it

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Anniversaries, they’re important as hell. You would think after the first one that it would be less important or you don’t have to be as extravagant. That’s really stupid logic, and luckily Oscar wasn’t stupid. However, he was sad. Today marked the three year anniversary with Penny as his girlfriend but she had work tonight. Now he was in his shared apartment watching movies on the couch upside down with Jaune. It wasn’t terrible, but Oscar would much rather be doing his best to show Penny a good time at the beach picnic he’d plan. The moon was full tonight and everything!

The movie soon reached its credits and Jaune looked over at his clearly lovesick roommate. “Wanna watch another movie?”

“I didn’t really want to watch this one, and why am I the only one watching these upside down?”

Jaune tilted his head to see the boy's expression. “Because I was tired of seeing that sad pouty face. Buck up! You rescheduled your date for this weekend. That’s two days away!”

“But it feels less special…” Oscar groaned.

Jaune looked at him in disbelief. “I swear you’re just a male Ruby. She thinks like that.”

“I don’t know how I feel about that coming from you. Are you coming on to me Jaune?” Oscar smirked to make him uncomfortable. “Did you pick me as a roommate because I remind you of your girlfriend? How scandalous.”

Jaune chucked a pillow at Oscar and caused him to fall over on the floor and laugh. Jaune would be mortified but at least Oscar was smiling.

“Do not make those jokes young man! I fully believe Ruby would be down to clown with both of us now that you’re eighteen.”

“Uhh, I’m taken, remember?”

“Do you honestly believe Penny wouldn’t okay it? Ruby set you two up and your girlfriend is nice enough to let Ruby pull a crazy idea like that.”

Oscar’s face turned a little red. Jaune was not wrong. Penny would totally say “sounds neat” then give him a thumbs up. That was the thing about dating her, she was curious about everything the world had to offer. Especially with relationships. Not that he wasn’t, but such an idea was….

“Keep your mind out of the gutter Oscar.” Ozpin chimed in, internally. “Typical, haven’t slept with anyone and yet you fantasize the more advanced things. Oh virgins.”

Oscar’s face got redder.“Shut up! Just because you know I thought about it doesn’t mean you gotta bring it up.”

“Someone has to call you out on it.”

“Then let it be the person who actually pays rent.”

“Oh I’m sorry, who got you your job? Who works the night shifts when you’re sleepy? Maybe I should lock myself away whenever it’s time to pull a double?”

Oscar sucked on his teeth for a minute. “Oz…” he said kindly, “Let’s not fight, or do anything drastic.”

“Look at the tv.” Oz said bluntly.

Oscar looked at it to see his reflection. It crossed its arms and rolled its eyes before returning to normal. Oscar knew he was the only one seeing that but it never stopped being weird. Especially after the marathon of horror movies he did with Penny one time. Oz made sure to use every scare tactic imaginable that night. He just can’t help himself sometimes.

Jaune finally found another to watch but didn’t get the chance to play it. The doorbell rang, causing him to spring up and answer it.

“Expecting someone?” Oscar asked.

Jaune looked through the peephole and smiled. “Kinda sorta” he opened the door and Penny jumped inside the room wearing Oscar’s green flannel and ripped blue jean shorts: along with brown snow boots. A picnic basket was on her left shoulder and Ruby around her right.

“Happy Anniversary!!!”

“PENNY!!?” Oscar screamed. He immediately stood up to look less lame and opened his arms to his rapidly approaching girlfriend. He wasn’t expecting her to jump into his arms though. Oscar braced his body for impact but was surprised when she landed in his arms no heavier than a regular girl. 130 pounds at best, which was nothing to him. He could swing her.

“Hey you’re in you’re in your polymer shell. I thought you had work?”

Ruby raised her hand. “I stole her.”

Jaune and Oscar looked at each other highly concerned. They didn’t need Atlas military busting down their door and dragging them to jail. Ruby broke out into a laugh from their expressions.

“Relax, I’m just joking. We begged James. He’s such a softie.”

“I’ve also put in more hours than usual in preparation for this day!” Penny kissed Oscar’s cheek and couldn’t hide her excitement. Not like she ever did. In a way, she was like Ruby but more outgoing. Oscar couldn’t help but think about what Jaune said earlier. Maybe Jaune saw all of us like Ruby. That’s a weird thought.

As happy as he was, Oscar couldn’t help notice the picnic basket.

“Penny, is that for the food?”

“Of course! What else would I use it for?”

Oscar let out a defeated sigh. “I don’t know but we should figure that out because I didn’t cook anything because we rescheduled.”

Penny opened her mouth but nothing came out. She turned to Ruby who was face palming. Jaune clapped his hands together and mimicked Oscar’s sigh.

“Welp! At least you two are together!” Jaune smiled, saving the positive energy in the room.

“Yeah!” Penny tossed the basket on the couch. “Home cooking isn’t the most important thing. Who needs it?”

Ruby went to their fridge and opened it. She couldn’t believe just how food was stuffed in it. Oscar was going all out this time. Ruby closed the fridge and pulled out their pots. “New plan, the two of you cook the food and have dinner here. It would suck for the food to spoil.”

Oscar thought about it. “What about you two?”

“It’s an anniversary, not a double date. We’ll just go to my place.” Ruby answered.

“Why does this sound like an elaborate plan for you to sleep with Jaune?”

“Hahaha! I don’t need a plan for that.” Ruby smiled at Jaune but he squinted at her.

“Just because it’s true doesn’t me you have to say it.” He grabbed his shoes and took his girlfriend by the hand to leave.

Ruby waved her friends goodbye and winked before closing the door. Oscar thought Ruby was a little more gitty than usual. It had been a couple of weeks since her and Jaune were together so something was bound to go down between them. Penny took off her shoes and put her hands on Oscar’s shoulders. She positioned him over the couch and made him sit.

“Ummmm Penny?”

“Since I made the plans derail, I’ll cook and you find something nice to put on for the both of us okay?”

“But that’s kinda unf-”

Penny leaned down and pressed her lips gently against Oscar’s. The kiss felt like it was minutes long but must’ve only been several seconds. Strange, it felt a little warmer than usual. Penny pulled back and smiled her usual beautiful smile, then walked to the kitchen. That kiss scattered Oscar’s thoughts, so he stared at the tv for a minute before remembering to find a movie. If he objected then Penny would simply stun him with another kiss. A nice way to say “shut up”but she’d probably end up burning food if he constantly distracted her.

Oscar grabbed the remote and began scrolling, his reflection in the tv moving on its own again. It paced from side to side while rubbing his chin.

“Don’t you find this a bit odd?” Oz asked.

“Yeah, please stop walking in front of the synopsis.”

“That’s not what I- sorry.” He stepped to the side. “I was referring to your anniversary.”

“What’s so odd about it?”

“You had plans, had to reschedule, then the plans went back to normal unexpectedly, but it’s fine because Ruby already had a solution that works well for everyone. Even Mr. Arc didn’t seem too surprised.”

Oscar shrugged, “You think too much.”

“Gah! So you’re not even going to entertain the idea of something going on? Though I suppose since Penny can’t lie, this could really be coincidence.”

The clicking and presses slowly came to a halt. Now he was rubbing his chin. What Oz said was true. Penny can’t lie because she’ll hiccup however, she didn’t tell him in person. Penny texted him and Ruby can plan tricks as easy as killing grimm. Oz sensed Oscar’s doubt.

“You know I’m right. No way they would just forget that you were in charge of food and had to cook it. I’m sure there’s a harmless explanation but you know, keep your wits about.”

“I could just ask her.”

“Boring but effective. Whatever floats your boat.” Oz finally left the young man alone to his devices. Oscar didn’t appreciate the jab he just took.

“Pfft, you’re boring.” Oscar directed his attention to Penny. She was so focused on preparing the meal that she hadn’t noticed he was looking right at her. He really was lucky to have her. She would probably say Oscar was exaggerating but he genuinely believed that she gave him all the happiest he could ever ask for. Days simply couldn’t be terrible as long as Penny stood by him, even when things got rough. Scheme or no scheme, Oscar didn’t worry. He knew Penny. Good intentions ran through her more than anybody else on Remnant.

xxxx

“Food’s ready!” Penny chanted as she carried two plates with steak, sliced potatoes, and fresh greens over to the small coffee table in front of the tv so they can watch movies while they eat. Oscar never got enough of her smile. It might’ve been because he was a little hungry and he knew her cooking was better than his but right now, Oscar wanted to marry this girl. One day hopefully, on another anniversary.

“Have I ever told you how happy I am to be with you?”

Penny’s face grew a little red. “All the time, and yet it still feels unreal admittedly.” She rubbed the back of her head and laughed sheepishly. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.”

Oscar gave her a quick kiss and smiled. “Happy anniversary. Wait here while I get your gift.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement as she watched him walk off to his room and come out with a small rectangular box. “Aww, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Penny, you built me a car last year. I can’t reach that level of awesome but I’m at least going to spoil you every chance I get. It would be a crime if I got you nothing.”

“You make it sound like building a car would be hard. It’s way easier than most of the things Atlas military creates on a daily basis.”

“No matter what you say, you’re not gonna downplay that gift. Anyways…” he handed her the box.

Penny wasted no time unwrapping the paper and opening it.The girl’s eyes got bigger and let out a gasp. “Oscar, is this…” she pulled out a golden chain that had a heart shaped locket on it that had intricate carvings of what looked like branches. Her finger lifted the top up and inside was two gears that spun. One green, and the other orange.

“No matter the inside, you’re as natural as nature itself.” Oscar said. “I’m not the greatest at making things like this but-”

“I love you.”

Her words caught him off guard and made his heart skip a beat. He looked at his girlfriend who had gotten a little teary eyed. She put the locket on and gave a heartfelt smile. “Well, how does it look?”

“Perfect…” that was all Oscar could manage to say. He didn’t know why but he felt so embarrassed. She never failed to make him feel so flustered. That’s love for you, it always made every minute feel extraordinary and uncharted territory.

“So...I guess it’s my turn to explain my present to you.” Penny said, anxiously rubbing her finger across the couch cushion.

“Man, I thought the highlight was the surprise appearance and you cooking dinner. There’s more?”

“Oh yeah.” Penny laughed nervously. “Oscar, you know you always say that you’re perfectly happy with the way things are between us, despite us not necessarily being a normal couple?”

“Yeah, why?” Penny could hear a bit of concern in his voice and started getting frazzled.

“Don’t worry! I feel the same way!” A hiccup came out right as she finished that statement, making her cover her mouth instinctively. Now Oscar looked really concerned.

“Umm, you sure about that?” He asked, pensively.

This conversation was going nowhere fast. Penny tried to do collateral damage as fast as she could.

“No no no, it’s not what you think! Honestly I’m super happy. It’s just….”

Oscar raised his eyebrow and tilted his head. “Just…?”

This was harder to say than Penny thought. The words were there but she couldn’t put them together right. All that information at her disposal and here she was, struggling with simple sentences. Penny took a deep breath and started over.

“Oscar, you love me the way that I am. You’ve had since the beginning. I didn’t have to change a single thing about me but I did anyway so we could enjoy each other’s company better. Like this polymer model so we could do things like go swimming.”

“Yeah, sinking to the bottom of a lake wasn’t the best first date experience.”

They both chuckled at that memory. Time sure did fly.

“Precisely. Then there were other upgrades over time to help me feel more human. Receptors for, taste, eating in general, heat, touch…” her trailed off.

Oscar’s focus was broken for a moment when the sound of Oz’s voice started speaking to him.

“Oscar I’m going to lock myself in your head for awhile so don’t expect any help with anything. Good luck.”

He wasn’t sure what Oz meant by that but he didn’t get the chance to ask before he felt the man’s presence leave. Oscar focused on Penny again who had gotten closer to him on the couch. There was practically no space between them as they sat side by side.

Oscar felt Penny take his hand. Had she always been this warm? Felt this...soft? It was more natural than usual. Maybe she got another upgrade? That was common.

“Oscar, I...I feel so normal around you. Things that usually make me feel out of place, well I don’t get that feeling with you.”

“I feel the same way. As far as I’m concerned, we are a normal couple Penny.”

“Then shouldn’t we be doing normal couple things? The things Ruby and Jaune do?”

That question lingering in the air momentarily for Oscar as his girlfriend stared at him, red blush spread across her face. His own face started to get red the more he acknowledged what Penny had just said. He watched the girl lean closer to him until he had no choice but to prop himself up with his forearm as Penny took the bold move to straddle him. She gently took his hand and placed it on her right boob, squeezing it slightly. Oscar felt like he was about to pass out.

“P-Penny?”

“I didn’t have work today.” She admitted. “With the help of Ceil, Ruby and I managed to get me some upgrades I’ve wanted for a while. Like better touch sensitivity, the way my skin feels, and other...components.”

Both of them were a blushing mess at that last part. Oscar was smart enough to know what she meant. The reason however, that escaped him a little.

“Why go through all this? I mean, I never went into this expecting you to do something like this for me.”

“Because even if you’re happy with me emotionally, I don’t want to rob you of the physical experience a real girl could provide. I know you try and I hide it but you’re still a boy with needs.”

He couldn’t deny that. There were many times he looked at Penny or thought of her in a physical way that made his imagination go a little rampant. He was young after all, and she was so beautiful. Oscar felt a little guilty for not being upfront about it with her and avoided her gaze. Penny reached for his face though and turned it back towards her. She wanted to see those beautiful eyes of his when she confessed.

“ I did it for myself as well. Oscar I want to be close to you, feel connected to you. Doing this, is a thing I put a lot of thought into. I wanna try at least once. So please, will you have sex with me?”

She was nervous, down right terrified of what Oscar might say. Was this too much as once? Would he deny her request? Oscar was just looking up into her eyes silently with no indication on what was going through his mind. Penny was beginning to think this was a terrible mistake and removed his hand. She started to move off of him when Oscar suddenly sat up. His hand wrapped around her waist and Penny yelped as he placed her on his lap. Now they’re face to face, inches away from each other with red tint darker than Ruby’s hair.

“Oscar?” Penny whispered, anxiously waiting for him to speak. The way he leaned in compelled her to do the same.

“Penny, stop saying you’re not a real girl.” Oscar pressed his lips against hers. He could feel them tremble slightly before returning the embrace with more than equal force, rubbing Oscar’s chin at slightly pulling down on it to slide her tongue in. The sudden act gave Oscar shivers and made him pull her in closer. This wasn’t their first kiss like this, but it was definitely the first time it made Oscar this anxious. The tension he felt right now to stop himself from going too far or fast felt like he was playing tug o'war against a Goliath. That feeling went away the moment a small and fleeting warmth hit his face. Oscar broke off the kiss to see Penny teary eyed. The girl let out a giggle and started wiping them away.

“Penny are you okay? Did I-”

“Don’t worry, it’s not you. Well it is you technically.” She lightly giggled again. “I’m just really happy right now, that’s all. Let’s keep going okay?”

Her arms went on either side of his shoulders and wrapped around. Oscar gave the girl what she wanted and went right back to kissing her. She felt warm, very warm. Oscar couldn’t explain it but made him want to touch her more. Before he knew it, Oscar had leaned forward until Penny had no choice but to lay down on the couch and let him hover over him, not that it bothered her one bit. To see him be this into it was exciting to say the least.

The feel of his lips ended again when Oscar had no choice but to catch his breath Penny was ready for him to come back for more but was surprised when his face went past her own. Suddenly her body flinched the moment she felt him kiss and nip at her neck. Now she really didn’t know what to feel! This was something he hadn’t done before but it made her hard to lay still. His teeth gently grazed her until one nip sunk in more than the others.

“Aaa~” a moan finally slipped out from her and Penny quickly covered her mouth while Oscar stopped to look at her, also surprised. He honestly wasn’t sure if that was going to do anything for her. Apparently it did.

“You good?” He smirked.

Penny nodded and uncovered her mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever made that sound before.”

“Well...today is going to be full of it hopefully.” Oscar grabbed the bottom of his orange shirt and pulled it over his head, freeing him from the stuffy fabric.

Penny only watched from underneath him. It was hard to believe when they first met that he was shorter than her and tiny. Now he was 5’10 and had a physique of an expert huntsman. His shoulders had gotten broad and there was practically no fat on him. His chest widened out and he was cut! Ruby had compared him to a pro swimmer before. His skin had gathered a handful of scars over the years. A couple along his torso and a few more faded ones on his arms. She was pretty sure there was more on his back too. Him and Jaune were almost the same bulk. It made her wonder if Jaune had looked like Oscar at fourteen. That thought was interrupted when the feeling of his fingertips went across her collarbone and down to the first bottom of her shirt. He had kept his gloves on for some reason but honestly, Penny thought it was pretty attractive. Ruby has clearly influenced her taste.

It only took a few seconds for Oscar to unbutton her shirt completely.

“Woah...” Oscar said without thinking.

He hadn’t noticed earlier but she wasn’t wearing a bra like usual, probably so he wouldn’t fumble with it. Today really was planned. That didn’t make seeing Penny’s bare chest any less of a hurdle. They were somewhere in the middle of Weiss and Ruby’s, but perkier. Not to mention her nipples were real pink and a little puffy.

Penny could feel his stare on her and it made her turn her head to the side. Something about it made it really hard to think and breathe a little heavier, which only made Oscar more turned on. It didn’t help that she was technically still in his shirt and the necklace he just gave her dangled around her neck.

“You’re breathtaking…”

His words made her face feel hot and ears red. “Can you not stare too much? It’s embarra-ahhh!”

Oscar’s hands gently grabbed the orbs and massaged them as he bent down and started kissing her stomach, scattered with freckles.

His kisses were slow and deliberate. Causing Penny to moan or gasp anytime his tongue pressed against her before his lips sucked on that spot as he made his way down her now arching body.

“Oscar…” was all she could manage to moan. How was he so good at this? Was he good, or was she a lightweight like Ruby had described to her? She just knew she liked this feeling. It was easy to understand why people talked up sex, why Oscar was so clearly eager despite not telling her directly. Her eyes shut tightly every time his thumbs methodically traced around her nipples, causing her to suck air in through her teeth. The fact this was foreplay only made Penny more excited for the main part.

Finally she was given a moment to relax. Penny propped herself up with one forearm to see Oscar unbuckle her shorts. Penny raised her hips up again for him to pull the fabric off, flinging it on the ground. Despite the flannel, she only had frilly pink panties on now that had become more than a little damp. Oscar thought now would be a good time to remove his own pants. He sat up to undo them but Penny unexpectedly grabbed his wrist. Her face at waist level to him as she was on her hands and knees, while Oscar rested on his knees.

“Let me.” She said in a voice that Oscar couldn’t begin to describe, but it made him gulp. Penny’s nimble fingers made quick work of the button and purposely slow work of the zipper. Oscar lifted one leg up at a time for her to pull his pants off. Now they were more or less in the same boat in terms of nudity. Penny couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in her boyfriend’s dark blue boxers. She reached out to touch it and wasn’t expecting to hear Oscar let out a light groan as it throbbed in her hand. Penny looked up to see Oscar red in the face and avoided eye contact with her.

“Did that...feel good?” She asked, genuinely wondering.

“More than it probably should’ve.” He admitted. “It feels different when...it isn’t me touching it, better.” He added.

“I see, do you...touch yourself often? Penny didn’t know why but asking such questions felt so overwhelming. Her hand gave the clothed shaft a few more gent strokes, earning another groan. Penny didn’t know Oscar’s voice could sound so husky and deep.

“Every so often.” Oscar couldn’t stop his hips from pressing more into Penny’s hand until she hooked his waistband and pulled his boxers down. She let out a little “eep” the moment his manhood sprung out. It was different from textbooks, bigger. Half a foot maybe? It was about as wide though. Penny put her hand around it as much as she could. She wasn’t expecting it to feel so hot, so alive. Her hand started stroking it without even thinking. Again she was rewarded with the sound of Oscar’s voice. Penny really liked that voice. Another personal question came to mind that she couldn’t help but know.

“When you touched yourself, did you think of me?” Her breathing got a little heavy asking that. It was enough to make Oscar twitch and throb even more in her hand.

“Yes!”

Penny had no more questions, nothing else going through her head. Just the reaction to close her eyes and wrap her lips against Oscar’s searing length, gradually sinking her head down it before coming back up to the top, then down again.

“F-Penny!!!” Oscar shouted. He tried his best not to buck his hips but he couldn’t help himself. Penny used her free hand to grab his and rest it on her head. Her tongue slid around his manhood while she picked up the pace. His attempts to stay gentle made her really happy but it was clear to her that Oscar had forgotten something he didn’t have to worry about with her. Penny had a lot of things that made her more human in terms of design, a gag reflex wasn’t one of them.

Every second, Penny could feel him move more and more. All she could taste and smell right now was Oscar and the arousal that leaked out of him. Penny hummed lightly which only Oscar thrust a little harder, turning the hum into more of a moan. It didn’t take long before the sound of Oscar moaning joined the mix of scandalous sounds in the living room.

“Wait Penny, Penny I’m…!!!”

She was too lost in the moment to really register his plea. A couple of moments later and she felt Oscar grip her head especially tight, his body tensing up as he came. The taste from earlier had suddenly gotten a lot more potent. Penny’s eyes widened as ropes of seed were shot into her mouth. Still, she kept sucking just a little longer just to make sure nothing spilled out when she finally removed herself from him. Unsurprisingly, he was still hard. Ruby had told her that it was pretty common for young men to recover in no time at all, especially if they’re pent up.

Penny sat on her knees and looked up at Oscar, who had gotten a little sweaty and was breathing heavy. She was feeling pretty proud of herself right now.

Oscar had a million feelings right now and didn’t know exactly where to start. “That was… really good.” He huffed. “Let me get you a napkin so you can spit-” Oscar saw Penny gulp down his cum right before he could finish his sentence. If he wasn’t hard and blushing before, that would’ve done it.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” Penny said, still chipper about what just happened.

“Nothing, just…that won’t mess anything up internally will it?”

“Oscar if I can eat food then I can swallow.” She said, grabbing her drink on the small table next to them to wash down whatever might’ve remained in her mouth.

It was hard to argue with that logic. Penny wouldn’t do anything that would compromise herself anyways, he hoped. She did like magnets after all.

Penny put the cup back down next to their untouched food and wrapped her arms around Oscar again. She pulled herself back onto his lap to get a kiss that had somehow gotten more feverish than last time. Oscar’s hands went immediately to her soft and plump rear, grasping it firmly before pinning Penny underneath him again. This was good, she really wanted him to take the lead on this one. The way his erection poked at her inner thighs told Penny she didn’t have much of an option to begin with.

Oscar slid his right hand up her leg and under the then layer of fabric she had left to touch her soaked lips directly. The hold she had on him tightened while she gasped into their kiss. He kept trailing up and down his slit until his middle finger barely pierced her entrance. The heat and grip surrounding the digit was enough on its own to make Oscar shiver.

“I wanted to return the favor of going down on you, but I don’t think I can wait.” He groaned, centimeters from her ear.

“I’m perfectly fine with that. I want you inside of me.�� Penny lifted her hips again. Her panties came off faster even than her shorts did, Oscar practically tossed them across the room, making her giggle. She liked this side of him. He was still caring but also very assertive in a way that was new to her.

Penny let out another moan as she felt his length rub against her. Oscar locked eyes with her and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“This way you don’t have to worry about me staring too much.” He joked. “I love you Penny Polendina.”

Her hand gently reached to grab her new necklace, her other and rubbing the side of his face. “I love you too, Oscar Pine.” She returned the chaste kiss, which quickly turned into a passionate one. Penny bent her knees more and spread her legs wider as Oscar began sliding into her hot entrance. She shut her eyes and moaned deeply, his manhood only a few inches in.

“Go slow please!” Penny gasped. Her body felt weird, but also really good. There was also a slight mixture of pressure that gave her a little discomfort as she was slowly being spread open. Penny could still feel pain after all. If you wanted to experience something good then you had to accept the possible flip side. That was good though. Pleasure, pain, good taste, bad taste, having the full range was ideal; it was normal.

Oscar did his best to go slowly. The way she coiled around him with such heat made him want to lose composure so badly, but he fought the urge. It took a minute before he was finally completely inside of her. Oscar took her left hand then interlocked their fingers. He had never seen Penny look winded before. It was...kinda cute.

“Are you okay?”

“Sen...sational” she giggled, out of breath. It had been awhile since she said that. “You can move when you're ready.”

“You sure?”

“Positive”

Oscar kissed her forehead. “I’ll start off slow.”

“Thank you…” Penny felt so weak right now and she didn’t know how to explain it. All she knew was it felt great. Not only that, being with Oscar like this made her happier than she could’ve imagined.

Oscar carefully started to pull out to the very tip before sinking back into Penny’s depth, making both groan all over again, again, and again. It didn’t take too long for Oscar to get to a rhythm of rocking his hips into Penny. Any pain started to subside and leave pleasure in Penny’s wake as she held onto Oscar by having her arms around his body. Oscar could feel Penny dig in a little into his back the more she moaned and got lost in the moment.

“Faster…” She finally moaned. Oscar didn’t delay in giving her what she wanted, what they wanted. His hips picked up the tempo until the couch started to creak from their love making. Any thought about controlling her moans were thrown out the window. Penny couldn’t resist moaning his name with every thrust that struck her deep inside. The only time noise went down was when the two kissed deeply.

Oscar brought her left leg up and around his lower back, while the right one dangled off the couch. This change in position brought Oscar even deeper than before; to the point Penny’s body arched again, rubbing against his.

“Gods Oscar!” She moaned, “You’re so deep” Penny found herself trying to sync up with Oscar’s rhythm, finding it the moment he grazed a new spot within her wall that made the spasm and Oscar bite down on her neck again.

“You’re so tight. So...ahhh! Penny!” Oscar couldn’t think straight. He could only keep rutting into her like a beast in heat. The apartment echoed the sounds of him slamming into her. It was a good thing he had aura, Oscar might’ve gotten a bruise otherwise. They found themselves staying like this for several minutes. Touching, tasting, hearing the intoxicating pleasure the other was making. As if it was the only thing that would sustain them. If it were up to them, this moment would’ve lasted forever, but neither of them could resist the intense urge building inside of them.

Oscar sat up and grabbed Penny’s hips, stabilizing the both of them as he continued to pump into her. He couldn’t help but stare at the womanhood that enveloped his length. The sight of her arousal covering and dripping off of his length only shortened his fuse. Oscar wanted to cum so badly but not alone. His thumb slid closer inward and started grazing her clit every time he thrusted into her. It gave him the results he was looking for. Penny started gripping the couch cushions and her voice started to get even more pleading.

“Oscar~!!! It’s too much!” She whimpered.

His own limits were finally reaching their end. “Cum Penny! Cum whenever you feel like it.” A thin layer of sweat started to coat Oscar as he tried prolonging the inevitable. “Fuck I’m so close!”

The pressure inside Penny just kept building and building like a knot that kept going pulled tighter. Until finally…

“OSCAR!” Penny felt that knot snap. Her walls mercilessly gripped Oscar with a grip that made him cave in at last, erupting rope after rope inside of her. She felt each one and made her shiver. Penny’s face went completely red. She couldn’t imagine the amount Oscar came. It was more than earlier! Oscar’s body finally came down from the adrenaline and he fell right next to her, thoroughly exhausted. Another thing Penny didn’t have to worry much about. Granted she was a little tired, but could easily be active for days on end still.

The girl looked at her tired boyfriend and rubbed his face. “You okay?”

“Happy Anniversary” he chuckled. Penny did the same and kissed his lips quickly.

“I’m gonna get dressed, put the food up for later, and then we can cuddle here?”

“I don’t deserve you. You’re so wonderful.”

“Not as wonderful as you are. Seriously, thanks for accepting me for me, but also still be willing to accept more of me. Letting me grow, change, and try to feel more...you know.”

“I will always support any version of you that you want to become. Forever and always. My other half.”

“My soulmate.” She rubbed her fingers through his hair as he started to doze off a little. Penny happily hummed and got up to clean.

Oscar laid comfortably on the couch. The presence of Ozpin slowly returning before he fell too deep into sleep.

“Good job. Personally I would’ve used the bed conveniently in the other room but hey, things happen fast.”

“Please tell me you weren’t watching all that?” Oscar groaned.

“Of course not, I believe in privacy. It’s not my fault you’re replaying what just happened. It’s kinda unavoidable, sorry.”

“I don’t care, I just can’t believe it went so well”

“I can, muscle memory remember? This might’ve been your first time but you have a massive pool of prior knowledge. Completely blowing it wasn’t gonna happen. I told you good luck for confidence.”

“How’d you know this would happen? Prior knowledge?”

“Oscar, it could be a faunus, human, android, or Salem, certain cues from women just do not change. I saw it coming a mile away.”

Oscar yawned and sunk deeper into the couch. “I guess it pays to be immortal. You know a lot.”

“A blessing and a curse. Like I know for a fact there’s no way Pietro approved or even knows about this scheme, or whatever upgrades she got for this occasion.”

Oscar’s eyes opened back up. There was no way Oz was wrong was wrong about that. If Oscar wasn’t tired, he’d be freaking out. Instead he simply closed his eyes again.

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.”

xxxx

Ruby laid on Jaune’s bare chest in bed as she went through her scroll during the movie they were supposed to be watching. Their clothes were scattered everywhere and they couldn’t be happier.

“Hey, I got a text from Penny. Looks like the plan worked.”

“Good for them.” Jaune said, playing with her hair. “Pietro is gonna murder him for sure.”

“Good thing you boost aura and healing.”

“Oh, so that’s your grand scheme. Hey, I’m happy to serve.”

“Yeah you are.” She puts down her scroll and straddles Jaune. “Think you can serve me at least one more time?” She took the remote away and smiled.

Jaune couldn’t help but smile too and flip her over to be on top. “I’m always up for your schemes” the two kissed and enjoyed their time together.

#rwby #rwby ships #penny polendina #oscar pine #rwby ozpin #ruby rose #jaune arc #rwby lancaster #rwby data farms

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star-whores-a-new-hoe · 4 years

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Fast Friend//Obi Wan X Reader

Forever series:Part Two

Summary: As you get to know Obi Wan better the situation takes a twist.(Jesus Christ! Thanks for all the support on the last fic! I plan for this to be at least ten parts btw)

word count:1600

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Like three cuss words, Typos.

You laid on the soft sheets, eyes still closed. You could feel the early morning light shining through the window and warming your skin. You kept replaying the events of yesterday in your mind, still unable to believe them. I’m not really on another planet. You thought. When I open my eyes I’ll be in my room at home. You took a deep breath and opened your eyes. You were still in the strange blue bedroom. You groaned and rolled over, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. This is fucking insane. There was a quick knock on the door. Hugging your pillow tighter, you wondered if you should just pretend that you're asleep so you wouldn’t have to deal with crazy space stuff. It’s probably Obi Wan you thought. you got to your feet and shuffled over to the door. When You opened you immediately jumped back in shock at the creature that stood before you. “Jesus Christ!” You shouted.

“Please do not be alarmed.” The robotic creature said in a monotone voice. “I am medical droid 2-1B, I have come to complete your medical examination.” You calmed down slightly when you remembered that the Window guy had mentioned a medical droid. You nodded and moved out of the doorway for the droid to come through. “Um, yeah come on in.” *** Obi wan watched the city grow smaller through the glass elevator doors as he rode up to the apartment. Early that morning, when he had deemed it safe to leave you, he had left to go consult the only person he felt like he could about this matter. Anakin. “This is quite an unusual situation master but I doubt it’s anything that you and the other Jedi masters can’t handle.” Anakin said. “Yes, I agree yet...” he paused and stroked his beard, as if in deep thought. “There is something very different about y/n.” He recalled locking eyes with you last night. The sense of calm and connection that had washed over him was like nothing he had ever experienced. The elevator reached its destination and Obi Wan walked briskly to the apartment doors. he knocked but there was no answer. He tried again. Nothing. His thoughts immediately turned to danger. He had only left the apartment briefly and had been checking surveillance very diligently. Obi Wan was aware that Windu had sent a medical droid for the examination but besides that, The chances that someone had gotten in the apartment without his knowledge were very slim. His shoulders tense, He unsheathed his lightsaber and slowly opened the door so as to not be heard. When he entered the grand blue living area of the apartment. He could hear the faint sound of your voice coming from the bedroom along with the soft strumming of an instrument. Hearing no panic in your voice or any sound of violence, he put away his lightsaber and walked towards the bedroom. When he reached the doorway, He stood there in utter confusion at the sight before him. You sat on the bed next to the medical droid who was holding your ukulele while you directed it. You looked up when you heard Obi Wan’s footsteps and grinned at him. “Hi!” Obi Wan leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms in front of him. “Di- did you try to teach a droid to play an instrument?” You sat up proudly. “I didn’t try to teach a droid ukulele, I did.” You turned your attention to the droid. “Show him what I taught ya.”both you and Obi Wan watched as the droid strummed a few chords. You took the ukulele back from the droid. “Not bad for a robot with three fingers and a siringe.” Obi Wan looked at you with pure astonishment “Well, that’s a first.” Gently, you laid the instrument down on the bed and stood up. “Did the droid complete the medical examination?” You walked over to where Obi Wan stood and leaned against the opposite door frame, mimicking Obi Wan’s pose. “Yeah like thirty minutes ago, I got bored so I showed him some stuff on the uke.” Obi Wan noticed that your eyes were red and puffy. From lack of sleep or crying he did not know which and frankly, he was too afraid to ask. He nodded. “How long have you been playing that?” “For a good while, I teach kids to play at my local music store on the weekends. Thats where I was walking home from when... this all happened.”

You felt your chest tighten as you talked about home.The thought that you might never get back home had been haunting you, and it was truly terrifing. You leaned your head against the door frame. “You play any kind of space instrument?”

Obi Wan let out a short laugh. “I’m afraid I don’t have time for such hobbies, I have however worked with young ones.”

“Really?”

Obi Wan explained to you what a padawan was, He told you about Anakin and his experience training him.

“Man that Anakin sounds like he was quite the handful.” You laughed

“Ohh believe me, he still is.” He smiled fondly, remembering Anakin as a youngling. “I am lucky enough to help out with the younglings in the jedi temple from time to time. It's very rewarding to see them grow into such fine jedi.”

“Yeah, I have a few kids that i’ve taught since they were like five. It’s really awesome to see how they’ve grown up, how their music taste and skill has changed and stuff.” You stopped for a moment, not sure how to phrase your question. “You know, I was thinking last night, how can I understand you? Like, you’re not speaking English right, it’s some kind of space language so why can I understand you?”

Obi Wan sighed. “There is a lot to this situation that we don’t yet understand young one.”

You turned and walked out into the sitting room. “Any news on the book?” You said plopping down on the couch.

Obi Wan followed and sat down across from you. “We have several dedicated jedi working on it, but we can not decipher the language, I don’t suppose you can?”

You shook your head. “I glanced at it but didn't recognize it.” There was an award pause.

“Might I ask,” Obi Wan said tentatively. “What is Earth like?”

You opened your mouth to say something and then shut it again. “Hold up.” You jumped off the couch and ran into the bedroom. A moment later you came back out holding a small silver rectangle in your hand.

“This is an iPhone.” You sat down next to Obi Wan. “Your entire social status on Earth revolves around whether you have the newest one or not.” Obi Wan could not tell if you were being sarcastic or not.

Turning on the phone, You scrolled through some of your photos. When you finally found what you were looking for, You handed the phone to Obi Wan. “This is my house.” You said referring to the picture that you had pulled up.

soon enough, the sound of conversation filled the beautiful apartment. The two of you talked into the late afternoon, sharing experiences and stories. Obi Wan listened intently as you told him of your life back home, your hobbies, and the stuff you did with friends.

He told you about his training as a padawan and the dumb shit Anakin would do. He even told you about Qui Got Jin but it was clear to you from the sad look in his eyes that his late master was a touchy subject.

You watched the jedi smile at some stupid joke you made. Maybe being stuck in this space place won’t be so bad if I'm with this guy. You thought to yourself.

Obi Wan sighed and stood up. “I’m afraid that I must be going. I have business in the jedi temple that I must attend to.”

You stood up as well. “Of corse.”

“If you need anything you know how to contact me or the droids.” He paused and looked at you thoughtfully for a moment. “Y/n, I understand that this is probably very difficult for you, and if it makes you feel better, I feel that you are handling this remarkably well.”

You beamed at him. “Thanks, that means a lot.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow young one.” He said turning to leave.

“Oh one more question!” Obi Wan turned to you, cocking and eyebrow waiting for you to continue. “Why do you keep calling me young one?”

“He shifted his weight, trying to think of how to answer. “Well, I suppose it’s a term of endearment. And well, You are a tad bit younger.”

“Giving him a sly smirk you said, “Hmm, kinky.” You turned and walked into the bedroom. “See ya!” You called over your shoulder.

Obi Wan could feel a slight blush creeping up the back of his neck. “Umm, yes.” He quickly spun around on his heel and left.

On his way to the temple, Obi Wan thought to himself, If I’m not careful, I could end up getting very close to her.

***

Obi Wan strode into the jedi council chambers where Masters Windu and Yoda stood waiting for him, the expression on their faces grim.

He came to a halt in front of them. “Is there something the matter Masters?” Without a word, Windu took a data pad out and passed it to Obi Wan.

“The medical results from Y/N’s examination have arrived.”

Obi Wan examined it thoroughly. Everything seemed to be in order, that was until his eyes fell on your midichlorian count.

#obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi #obi wan fic #star wars #star wars fic #star wars x reader

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rogue-jester365 · 3 years

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His Tears, Her Demons(Castlevania Fanfiction)

Author: Rogue-Jester365 (on my Wattpad account with the same and on my account on Deviantart called DecemberOwl)

Disclaimer: As all of you know, I do not own Adrien "Alucard" Tepes. He belongs to the creators of the Castlevania games and show.

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Chapter 9: Restrained Confessions

Narration

It was currently dark outside, but no one was asleep. Cristine became paranoid after what happened; which didn't help with her sickness, Alucard had canceled that day's training for Taka and Sumi after what had happened, and Taka and Sumi were discussing an alternative way to handle the two hosts.

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Cristine remained in her room, wide awake when she was told to sleep. But how could she after today? She was almost raped by the two people she began to enjoy knowing. Her mind was racing with many thoughts: "Why didn't she trust her instincts when they tried to warn her? Why did she trust Sumi and Taka's words for anything?... Why didn't she tell Alucard what had happened when she had the chance?"

Who knows what would have happened if she did. Would he deny? Would he not? It was no doubt that the two guests would deny it.

She wished that she told him at that moment he held her close, so safe and secure. She felt so powerless the moment Taka and Sumi were above her. Vulnerable. Frightened. Speechless. Every emotion anyone would feel if they were in her position at that moment.

Tears rolled from her eyes as she turned to lay on her side. She whimpered from the memory of what had almost happened to her. She tightly gripped the sheets that were currently over her body and curled into a ball, holding her legs against her chest with her free arm.

Cristine shut her eyes again and shivered when she heard the door open, fearing that it would be Taka or Sumi. Slow but somehow light footsteps approached her, causing her to shiver harder. She stopped when she felt a gentle and familiar hand placed on her shoulder. She slightly opened her eyelids and looked up. She was relieved for it to be only Alucard.

He looked down with a soft expression and held a bowl of what appears to be soup." I brought you dinner.", he told her.

" Did-... Did they take part in making it?", she stuttered to ask, referring to the only other two people in the castle.

" Neither of them did, I made this myself.", he answered her. Although he was curious to ask why she would be concerned if the two apprentices were involved, he didn't push it since she was under a lot of stress and sick.

She nods her head slightly in approval then attempts to sit up, she winced in pain as she did. Alucard set the soup aside and assisted her into a sitting position." Thank you, Adrien.", she told him.

He gives her a nod in response.

After seeing she still lacked the strength to move, Alucard had begun to feed her. He had fed her slowly so she wouldn't choke on her food or made a mess of herself. But after only a few bites, she end throwing it up into the bowl. His eyes widened with surprise from what had just happened. She then began coughing up a bit. Alucard set the now tarnished soup aside to lay her down to be more comfortable.

Cristine looked up at him with tired eyes when she stopped finally coughing." I'm sorry... My stomach is just hasn't been feeling right since I became sick.", she explained to him.

" It's alright, it's not your fault.", he told her with his sweetest smile then gently stroking her cheek. Cristine smiled back up at him while weakly lifting her arm to grip the hand that was placed on her cheek.

He removed his hand and sat beside her. His eyes left her direction for a moment as his smile then disappeared. He was looking at the spot he saw Taka earlier when Cristine had her seizure, thinking of what Sumi had told her. When his eyes returned to Cristine, she looked at that same spot too but was visibly more troubled and conflicted.

" What's wrong?", he asked her.

" I... I can't.", she said in a small tone of voice. She wanted to say it to him, she wanted to admit to what happened. She just didn't know how to say it or how he would respond. She didn't even look at him as she said it.

" Why?", he continued to ask, only wanting to know what was wrong with her.

She shook her head then responded in the same tone of voice as before," I don't want to talk about it... I'm afraid..."

" Afraid of what, Cristine?", he asked further," Tell me, what is wrong?". But she shook her head again.

" I can't...", she refused again.

" Yes, you can. Just tell me, please.", he begged in a voice that gave out his deepest sincerity. She looked up at him and saw it in his eyes. He immediately picked her up and held her close the moment her tears began to show. He had her head against his shoulder to cry on, his arms wrapped around her body to support her from falling to the side with the sickness keeping her maintaining balance. " Shh...shh... Cristine, it's alright. Take the time you need. I'll wait for when you are ready.", he whispered to her. One of his hands was now holding the back of her head and stroking it with his thumb.

After a short while, her cries mellowed down enough for her to speak. " Taka...", she began in a whisper," And Sumi tried to...". She stopped again when her tears start returning.

Alucard pulled away for a moment and held both sides of her face. Only a few tears were currently streaming from her face. Her eyes were looking down from him. He stroked one tear from her left cheek with his thumb." Cristine...", he whispered to get her attention," It's alright, I promise you that whatever happened to you, I will fix or at least make it easier for you. You have nothing to be afraid of, not while I'm around.".

She tilted her head to the side a little, leaning into one of his hands. " Would you like to tell me later?", he asked her. She shut her eyes for a small moment then nodded.

" Alright, I will wait for when you are ready.", he told her softly. He then kissed her head again and they just embraced each other.

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An hour and a half later...

Alucard was in the library trying to figure out what the white powder from earlier was. He'd ask Taka or Sumi, but a small part of him thought that there was something strange about them and this powder had something to do with it and it wasn't for any good intentions. He searched through the books and so far he didn't find anything.

He was leaning over the table with his hands as support while reading the pages of the books below him. He focused on every word that was written down.

He was so focused on the pages, he didn't even bother noticing the two people walking through the door. Not until he felt one of their hands on his left shoulder. He turns his head towards the person who owns that hand and saw Taka with a calm expression with his eyelids half-closed but not in the sense that meant he was tired. He looked towards his other shoulder to see if Sumi was there, and she was with the same unreadable facial expression.

" What are you two doing up this late?", he asked with his eyebrow slightly raised since it was almost midnight.

" You've been so busy lately.", Taka explained as he pushes the books aside," We thought you could use a break.".

Just when Alucard was about to grab the books, Sumi grabbed his hand by the wrist. When he looked at her, she was smiling up at him." Come now, Alucard you should relax.", Sumi tells him with a honeyed tone of voice as they both push him down the table," You deserve some quality time."

Just when Sumi leaned in to kiss him, Alucard stopped her by having one of his hands in front of his face. He then gently pushed her face away and gave them a serious look as he stood up. He said," I would prefer it if neither of you attempted that."

Taka then held Alucard's chin with his thumb and index finger, turning the dhampir's head in his direction. He contained the same smile as Sumi's was before." Come now, you've done so much for us. You should be rewarded.", he said before Alucard tugged his face away from Taka's hand.

" You can do that without being physical with me.", Alucard sternly stated as he walked to the other side of the table, picking up the books that Taka pushed away with no care.

" Besides, you two have each other. You can be physical all you want. Just leave me out of it.", he then added as he stood up and was about to walk to the door.

The two looked at each other with confusion then back to Alucard." Where are you going?", Taka asked Alucard, who was just about to exit the room.

" To room where I can research in peace.", he responded, not referring to his bedroom. He figured that they would possibly try again there.

" Why? What's your problem?", Sumi added to the questions. Sighing in annoyance, Alucard turned his head towards them with a half angry and half bored look on his face.

" My friend is sick and has become paranoid for almost a week now, for reasons she refused to tell. She hasn't gotten any better. I am trying to figure it out before she likely dies. So what the Hell do think my problem is?!", he ranted at them. His nails became sharper, his golden eyes began to dimly glow, he was getting angry. Which was something he normally wouldn't do. It would have almost been strange for anyone who knew him well.

" Why help her if she refuses to let you?", Sumi questioned. Alucard rolled his eyes and tapped the book with his fingers, visibly showing that he was getting impatient.

" Why waste time for someone like that?", Taka then added; resulting in Alucard becoming more impatient with them," It's not like you love her--"

" Yes, I do!", he thundered, silencing Taka before he could say more. Both Taka and Sumi looked at him with wide eyes and in silence.

" You both heard me: I love her.", he continued his eyes still narrowing at them," More than either of you could ever imagine. More than I ever thought I could dream."

" How-- How can you?", Sumi asked him, confused by this harsher and uncalm side of him then stated," You have only known each other for about a month now."

Alucard looked away, feeling much calmer than before. His angered facial expression changed into a soft one, something he rarely showed to people.

" From what I learned from all this time", he began in a softer tone before turning back to the two with a more stern look on his face," is that days in isolation will feel like years to anybody. That's how Taka.". He then left them both in silence, not even telling them a good night, not like they deserved one after what they tried to do......and what they could have done.

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Alucard paced to Cristine's bedroom, wanting to be close by her and to research quietly.

Christine wakes up from her deep slumber once she heard the door open. She squinted her eyes from how tired she was and how the moonlight coming from the window was bright enough to light the room. Even though her vision was blurry, she still recognized the person at her door.

" Adrien?", she groaned as she used her arm for support to lift herself," What is wrong?"

" Nothing", he answered as he entered the room and shut the door. He then walked over to the other side of her bed and placed the books on the side table. Cristine's head followed his direction to see what he was doing.

" I just wanted to avoid our two guests.", he then finished as he walked towards the chair and sat down. He looked out the window with the same annoyance he had before, not directed at her. He had his arms crossed as he leaned back on the chair and deeply sighed.

" What happened?", she asked him, tilting her head a little.

He didn't answer her, at least not at that minute. Remained silent for the time being. After shutting his eye along with a much calmer sigh, he turned to her and opened his eyes as he responded with," Best not to worry about it, Cristine. I promise you that it is nothing. Just rest your head, you need your rest."

Although she doubted his response, she still nodded and laid back down to sleep, trusting his words as she often did. She laid her head on her pillow then closed her eyes, falling back to her dreamless sleep almost instantly.

Alucard then turned away from her, staring back out the window. But as he did, couldn't help but think about turning back her direction, to look at her sleeping form at least once. He tried to think of something else since would have been wrong to look at her while she slept.

His eyes then led his direction back to her, feeling that there was no harm doing it once. His usually emotionless facial expression practically vanished and turned into one with awe. He couldn't help but stare at the small yet peacefully sleeping woman in the bed.

The small moonlight shined on her snowy pale skin making it practically glow, her long lashes touched her rosy cheeks, her soft; long dark auburn hair draped over half her body. She looked as innocent as a child while she slept. He couldn't help but think of this," So beautiful, so pure". With the desire to touch her, he carefully got off the chair and quietly walked over towards her. He knelt in front of her. He lifted his right hand while the left one rested on the knee that touched the ground. He then allowed the back of his fingers to gently stroke her cheek while also pressing a strand of hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear.

A small smile formed from the sleeping woman's pink lips and made his heart flutter. He couldn't help but smile at the results. He felt like could see this for hours if not days.

Shaking his head back to reality, his smile then leaves him and he turned from her again. He took one of the books he brought to the room and sat down back on the chair to look for more information on the white powder he found as a distraction.

He kept on looking for a long amount of time and found nothing so far. That was until one page caught his attention.

" Cyanide,", it was written," a very toxic white powder that has a bitter almond-like odor, but not always. It can be exposed by breathing it, drinking it, touching it, or eating it. Can be extremely deadly depending on how much is exposed. Symptoms may include dizziness, fatigue, body sores, headaches, nausea, loss of consciousness...". He stopped before even finishing the list of symptoms.

He looked towards Cristine with worry, noticing that these symptoms match hers. Remembering how strange everyone's behaviors were, he added the pieces together and realized what was going on.

" Taka and Sumi...", he muttered to himself to not wake Cristine," They are behind this... But why?". He closed the book then sets it aside. He got off his chair then walked towards the bed, looking down at Cristine with gentle sorrow. He lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek with his knuckles, with the feeling of guilt for not seeing this sooner.

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ruensroad · 4 years

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Lovely Water (it’s in his kiss)

So, does anyone remember this headcanon meme fill with swamp monster!Jiang Cheng? Yeah, so here’s a proper ficlet for it. Featuring Xicheng and lots of thrown fish.

Shoutout to @shakespearean-ginger who came up with the au idea in the first place!

He hadn’t meant for the wadded up paper to fall out of the boat, for once. Much like the first time they’d met. It’d bounced out, then been flung back, because his favorite grumpy pile of lake-weed was particular about littering, especially in his waters.

And like every time he did so, both accidentally or not, it came sailing back into the boat around a soft growl from the water. Lan Huan immediately chuckled and sent an apologetic look over the side.

“I didn’t mean it that time,” he said, moving the paper to the small bag he used as a waste basket. “Sorry, Wanyin. This song is being particularly stubborn.”

The boat tilted to the side as two webbed hands curled over the edge, then a black mess of hair and leathery skin was peeking over.

“Sounded nice to me,” Wanyin told him, head tilted as though in thought, brow furrowed. “But I am not one made for music.”

Lan Huan smiled at that and gently tugged on the end of a clump of hair. Those black eyes tracked his every move, but there was trust there, instead of suspicion, and he kept it brief in gratitude. “I’d have to disagree. I’ve heard you and your brother singing in the water.”

“That’s different,” Wanyin blew on the errand strands in front of his mouth with a frown. “That’s just another way to communicate. Yours is not.”

“Am I not communicating, though?” Lan Huan asked him and pulled up his xiao. As always, the movement made Wanyin’s eyes dilate, much like an excited cat’s, and Lan Huan smiled as he gently blew into the flute. The melody he chose was soft, sweet, but melancholy. Heartsick. And as he watched Wanyin sway to the music, he could see the water creature thinking through his words.

“That is sadness,” Wanyin said when he was finished. ‘But also happiness. I do not understand how you can make both with a single instrument what it takes two vocal chords for my kind.”

“That is the power of music,” Lan Huan mused, staring at him now. “And what do you mean, two vocal chords?”

In answer, Wanyin hummed the melody he’d just played. His rich, normal register maintained the sweet song, while a much lower echo underlined it with dark sadness. Just looking at him he could see Wanyin’s neck vibrate with it.

“You have two voices?” Lan Huan asked, awed, and gently pushed some of that hair away to watch his throat bob better. “That’s amazing.”

‘That is my kind,” Wanyin shrugged that off, as he usually did, before his gaze was on his xiao again. “Yours is magic. Play it again?”

Lan Huan smiled, unable to deny him, and did so. Again, Wanyin started to sway, and perked up when he immediately eased into another song, this one far more bright and happy. Love returned.

“You look happy when you make that music,” Wanyin told him, chin on his arms.

“I like that song,” Lan Huan agreed, heart growing soft and fond around the memory of melody. “It was my mother’s.”

“Your mother made the magic too?” Wanyin asked and his gaze flickered to the lake house, where no doubt A-Zhan was making tea, or perhaps a late lunch. “Like your brother.”

“Yes,” Lan Huan smiled. “Music runs in my family, the way it does yours.”

Wanyin huffed at that, but relented. “I suppose it is the same, after all,” he gave him that, then ducked down under the water. He came up quickly, head back and pushing his hair from his face in a cascade of water. It wouldn’t last long, given the thick mess of it, but the sight was enough to make Lan Huan’s mouth go utterly dry.

He still wasn’t sure just what Wanyin was. He had the face and torso of a human, but claws and webbed fingers Of the few times he’d come out of the water waist up, he knew there were gills over his ribs and lungs, but that he also had no trouble breathing regular air. What was under his waist was still a total mystery. Was it a fin? Was it legs? Lan Huan could only guess.

Wanyin’s lake-weed hair was silken, his skin thick but not slimy. He was beautiful the way men were beautiful, with a sharp jaw and slightly crooked nose. Were he human, Lan Huan would not have thought twice in asking him on a date, or for his number at the very least. It was rather alarming that, although Wanyin wasn’t human, he still wished to know the shape of his lips against his own. He wondered if that were wrong of him, or strange.

But Wanyin was also charming, grumpily funny and curt, who loved his music and hated littering, who always returned whatever he threw into the lake, usually with an added fish tossed at his face, and made him laugh. He was handsome and wonderfully scary, and Lan Huan had no idea what to do or how to do it.

All he knew was that he didn’t want it to stop. Not yet.

A clammy palm smacked his cheek lightly, drawing him back to earth and to Wanyin saying his name. He shook his head to clear it and smiled, but the curiosity would not abate.

What was the real danger, he reasoned, just asking a harmless question? Wanyin had answered questions about his kind before. Perhaps he could get away with this too.

“Wanyin, what is your courtship like?” he asked before he could stop himself and bit down a laugh at the dumbfounded blinking that got him. “For your kind?”

“Courtship?” Wanyin tried the word, sounding puzzled. “Which kind?”

It was Lan Huan’s turn to blink owlishly, the implication making his mind stutter. “You have more than one courtship?”

A nod. “For mates,” Wanyin counted off on a claw. “For pups. Courtship differs depending on the intention.”

Lan Huan soaked that in quietly, thinking it over. “So you don’t stay with your breeding partners?”

“Some do. Some don’t,” Wanyin snorted and gave him a pointed look. “Do humans stay with their breeding partners?”

Touche. Lan Huan chuckled and carefully put his xiao in its box and his composition paper in the waterproof folder he’d bought. “Fair enough. Alright then, how do you court a proper mate, not just for breeding?”

Wanyin bared his sharp teeth at him, which Lan Huan had learned was his way of smiling. The very few times he’d met Wei Wuxian, Wanyin’s brother in the lake, he’d seen them both sneering their fangs at each other before starting some sort of mischief. “Fish,” he said, preening. “I am a great fisherman.”

“I’d have to agree, considering how often you throw fish at me,” Lan Huan huffed a laugh.

“Bring you many fish,” Wanyin agreed, though looked a tad grumpy now, or perhaps that was exasperation. Hard to tell as his hair flopped over the side of his face, obscuring one half from view. “But you gave them all back, so I will bring you a better fish tomorrow.”

It was the resolve on his face that had Lan Huan pausing, his heart stuttering to a stop. “Wait, what do you mean?”

Wanyin rolled his eyes. “You give them back,” he said again, slow, as though to a troublesome child. “So you are displeased. You want bigger fish, so I will get you bigger fish to eat.”

Lan Huan felt heat bite into his cheeks and ears at what that implied. “You’re… courting me?” he asked, oddly breathless around the question. “That’s why you throw fish at me?”

More blinking, then a sudden, purplish flush over his own face. “Oh,” Wanyin said, ducking behind the boat, until only his eyes and the top of his head was visible. “You did not know.”

“I thought you were just getting me back for the shoe,” Lan Huan said, quickly covering his hands with his own so he wouldn’t retreat.

‘The shoe for the shoe,” Wanyin huffed, but stayed, and pushed back up with a fang poking between his lips, making his mouth go crooked. “The fish were for you.”

“I wouldn’t have given them back if I’d known,” Lan Huan promised, because apparently it was that easy to say yes to this, even if it made no sense in his head. His heart wanted Wanyin and that was all that mattered. The rest he’d figure out when it came. He could only hope it could work out. Somehow.

For his part, Wanyin looked shocked, then bared his fanged smile. “You accept my intentions?” he asked, hesitant but hopeful.

“Yes,” Lan Huan breathed, and laughed as the boat practically toppled with how fast Wanyin leaned up on the edge. With his arms locked perfectly straight, again Lan Huan was teased with torso and the impression of hips under the water, but little else. One day, he hoped to see Wanyin fully, but for now all that mattered was not falling out.

He shifted his body back, even as he leaned his face in. Wanyin looked pleased, utterly so, his eyes squinted half moons. “How do you court then, if not with fish?”

“We just ask with words,” Lan Huan chuckled as Wanyin pulled a face at that. “Nothing so poetic as yours, I fear.”

“How boring,” Wanyin said, disappointed, and Lan Huan reached out to him before he relaxed back into the water, gently touching his face.

“We also kiss,” he admitted, blushing. “But not like yours, I don’t think.”

“Devil’s kisses,” Wanyin huffed at the title, which Lan Huan had learned his kind had been called, long ago. It had been prominent enough that the lake was now known by the very same name. “Do you think I will drown you?”

He could, Lan Huan knew. It would be so very easy. But he felt no fear, no hesitance as he closed the distance between them.

“You will not drown me,” he agreed and watched those dark eyes soften. This close, he could see they were not fully black, the way they appeared usually. There was a dark brown iris embedded in, and the hint of a pupil at the center. “But you may bite me.”

A huff, but then his lips were claimed and instantly wet, the smell of lake and green pulling him in like intoxicating incense. He made a soft noise and leaned in closer, seeking more, and ended up nearly tipping the boat entirely.

Wanyin laughed, a full, wonderful sound in two voices, and disappeared under the water in a fountain of bubbles while he sat there, blushing and sprawled frantically in the rocking boat. When those gleaming eyes peeked again, he tossed a wad of paper at him. Wanyin smacked it easily back into the basket.

“Finally, something both our kind understand,” Lan Huan mused, gently touching his damp lips.

“Kisses,” Wanyin agreed, chin on his hands again. He looked almost sweet, as much as anything meant to be scary could be sweet, and bared his fangs. “And music.”

Lan Huan smiled, hearing that, and carefully kissed him again. A low hum answered him for it, as though to further prove that sentiment.

Kisses and music. If their hearts were in it, what else did they need?

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navek15 · 3 years

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Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga Ch. 1

Author's Note 1: Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga is a non-profit fanfiction series.

Fairy Tail and Fairy Tail Series II are all owned by A-1 Pictures, Satelight, Bridge Madman Entertainment, Funimation TXN, Kodansha, and Hiro Mashima.

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In a land far, far, away lies the Kingdom of Fiore. A small and peaceful nation of about 17,000,000 and a place filled with magic. Found in every home, bought and sold in every marketplace. For most, magic is merely a tool, a mundane part of everyday life.

For some, however, magic is an art, and they've devoted their lives to its practice. These are the Wizards. Banded together into magical guilds, they ply their skills in search of fame and fortune. Many such guilds dot the landscape of Fiore.

But there is a certain guild in a certain town that sores high above the rest. One from which countless legends have been born. A guild that will no doubt continue to create legends well into the future.

Its name is Fairy Tail. And this is the story of one such legend.

Navek and xpegasus present

A Fairy Tail Story

Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga

Chapter 1: A New Legend Begins!

Hargeon…

The sound of seagulls cawing and the waves crashing against the beach sang through the air as early morning rolled over the port town of Hargeon. The daily 9 AM train had arrived in town, and the sounds of feet reverberated through the station as passengers got off and boarded the train. Among the passengers getting off was an interesting group of young adults consisting of two men, a woman, and a cat.

The cat had blue & white fur, a green backpack, and black eyes. But the most interesting thing about this cat was its very long tail and the fact that it stood upright on two legs.

The scrawnier of the two men had scruffy brown hair, green eyes, and lightly tanned skin. He wore a black t-shirt, a pair of brown goggles with green lenses around his neck, blue jeans, a silver bracelet with two green gems on his left wrist, green and white sneakers, and a pair of black gloves. However, the right glove left his thumb and pinky exposed, while the left glove only covered his thumb and pointer finger.

The lone woman outdid her male companions in both height and muscle mass. She had long orange hair tied in a ponytail, purple eyes, tan skin, a sleeveless red shirt, red fingerless gloves, white bandages covering her forearms, purple leggings, and black boots.

Rounding off the group was the second male who was wearing a long-sleeve red jacket, a white scale patterned scarf, an orange-trimmed black kilt over his baggy white pants, black sandals, and a green backpack. He had black eyes, spiky pink hair, and was currently writhing in pain on the station floor.

"Oh, thank the founders! It's over!" the pink-haired man said.

The woman sighed and helped the queasy man onto his feet. He leaned on her shoulders.

"Thanks, Alyssa."

"No problema," she said with a smile. "But now…"

"Oh, crap," the pink-haired man said as he saw the blue cat handing the brunette a bottle of nasty-looking green liquid.

"Come on, Natsu," the brunette said. "You gotta drink it."

"But it's so gross!" Natsu cried as he tried to walk away, only for Alyssa to put him into a shoulder hold. "Hey, wait!"

"Sorry, hun. But Zeke's right," she replied with an apologetic smile. The brunette uncorked the bottle, only to sigh as Natsu shut his mouth tight.

"Happy."

"Aye, sir!" the cat replied with a salute before pulling a feather out of his backpack. Happy approached Natsu's feet and began to tickle his toes. Natsu tried his best not to laugh, but it was a fight he quickly lost. The instant Natsu opened his mouth, Zeke shoved the bottle down his throat.

"Just drink already," Zeke shouted in annoyance, the crowd taking in the strange sight as mothers told their children not to look at them. After Natsu finally swallowed the green liquid…

"Oh, man! I feel like a new man!" Natsu excitedly exclaimed with his arms raised, Alyssa giggling while Zeke rolled his eyes.

"Honestly, man. You don't need to be such a baby about taking your medicine," Zeke said as he tossed Happy the empty bottle.

"Well, that's Natsu for ya," Happy replied as he put the bottle back in his backpack.

"Easy for you guys to say! You don't have to drink that crap!" Natsu shouted back before turning around to face the city. "Alright, enough stalling. Time to go look for Igneel!"

"Got it!" Alyssa said as she ran after him.

"Aye, sir!" Happy said.

"Hey, wait for me!" Zeke exclaimed as he and Happy chased after their friends.

In another part of town, a blonde girl grumbled as she stomped through the streets. She had an hourglass figure, blonde hair tied in a side ponytail with a blue bow, brown eyes, pink heart-shaped earrings, a blue & white shirt, a black wristband on her right wrist, a blue skirt, and black boots. On her right hip was a key ring that held gold and silver keys, and on the other side was a black whip with a brown handle.

'I can't believe that old geezer only dropped the price down by a couple of thousand Jewels,' the blonde thought to herself. 'Nice to know what my sex appeal is really worth.' However, her attention was drawn in when she saw a large crowd gathering in the town square. 'Huh. I wonder what that's about.'

Back with the strange quartet, they had begun their search.

"IGNEEL!" Natsu shouted at the top of his lungs, scaring away some birds as he looked around. Near him, Happy came back up from a sewer entrance.

"Well, he's not down there," the blue cat reported. Nearby, Alyssa lifted a dumpster over her head like a feather, spooking the raccoon that was sleeping under it.

"Nope," she replied before looking up. "You see anything, Zeke?!"

The brunette was on top of a roof and hanging on to a weather vane, his goggles over his eyes. "Nope. Everything looks fine!" Zeke leaped off the roof before ricocheting off the alleyway walls and onto the street. "You'd think it'd be easy to spot someone like Igneel."

"I hate to say it, but maybe that clue we got was a dud," Alyssa said. Natsu frowned as he began to think the same. But suddenly, the quartet heard some women screaming excitedly.

"It's Salamander!"

"He's so hot!"

"I hear his fire magic is insane!"

"You guys think that might be him?" Zeke asked.

"Let's go find out!" Natsu shouted as the four ran towards the commotion.

In the middle of Hargeon's town square, a large group of women had gathered together and were swooning over the man in the center of the crowd. He was a slim man in his early thirties with sharp and angular features, a blue undercut, and a heavily stylized "X" tattoo above this right eyebrow. His outfit consisted of a white button-up shirt, a dark purple cape with high collar and sun symbols on either side, dark red pants, and several rings on his hands.

Among the crowd of swooning women was the blonde girl from earlier, looking at the man with astonished eyes and a blush on her cheeks.

'What the hell's going on?' she thought as her heart began to race, and her cheeks warmed with a blush. The feeling only intensified when the man winked at her. 'Could…this be…'

"Scusi! Coming through!" Alyssa said as she and others cut through the crowd. Natsu began to shout as they reached the center.

"Igneel! Igneel! It's me, Natsu!"

Everyone's attention was turned to the sudden arrival of the odd-looking strangers. When the blonde saw the four, all of the strange feelings in her chest suddenly vanished, and she realized what had happened.

"Who the hell are you?" Natsu asked.

"Who am I? Why, I am the great and mighty fire Wizard known as Salamander," the man smugly stated. "Surely, you must've heard of me."

"Can't say that we have," Zeke said, only to notice all the girls were now glaring at the four with murderous intent, which was then followed by them shouting some very colorful words at them.

"Now, now, my lovelies. No need to be rude," Salamander said. He pulled out four pieces of paper with his name on them. "Would you four care for my autograph? That way, you get something to brag about to your friends."

"Why the hell would we-" Natsu began to say.

"Thank you! We'll just take those and be on our way," Zeke said with a nervous grin, feeling the glares of the angry women boring into him. He quickly grabbed the autographed papers and pushed his friends away from the crowd. "Toodle-loo."

As the four left, Salamander told the ladies they were all invited to a party on his yacht later that night before taking off on a stream of fire.

"Guess that wasn't him," Happy commented.

"So is it me, or did that guy seem like a real creep?" Alyssa asked.

"That's because he is a creep." The four turned and saw a blonde girl approaching them with a thankful smile.

"Hi, my name's Lucy."

A little while later, the group was eating at a local restaurant. Lucy offered to treat the four to a meal…and was immediately regretting that decision. While Zeke and Happy's meal only consisted of a grilled chicken salad and a fish respectively, Natsu and Alyssa wasted no time ordering everything on the menu.

"It's nice that you offered to cover lunch…" Zeke began to say as his friends dug into their meals with gusto. "…but I probably should've warned you how much these two can pack it in."

"No, it's fine. I owe you guys one anyway." Lucy sighed out as pieces of food began to fly everywhere. 'There goes all the extra money I saved.'

"Anyway, we should probably introduce ourselves," the brunette said. "I'm Ezekiel, but my friends call me Zeke. The big lady is Alyssa, the spike head is Natsu, and the cat's name is Happy."

"Okay…but why can he talk?" Lucy asked.

"Because I'm a cat," Happy replied before going back to munching on his fish. Lucy looked at Zeke for a better answer, but the brunette just shrugged.

"Not that I'm complaining, but how exactly do you owe us one?" Natsu asked through a full mouth.

"Well, that Salamander guy was using some sort of Charm Magic. That's why all those women were falling over him," Lucy explained. "I got caught up in it too, but when you guys came barreling through, I was able to snap back to reality."

"Really. I thought Charm Magic was illegal," Zeke said as he began to contemplate something. As he did, Lucy realized something.

"That reminds me. Alyssa, you were right next to that creep. Why weren't you affected by his charm spell?" Lucy asked the orange-haired woman. The taller woman swallowed her food before answering.

"Well, it's quite simple, Lucy," Alyssa said before wrapped her arm around Natsu's shoulder, bringing his head to her shoulder and smiling. "It's because I've already been charmed by the sweetest man in all of Fiore."

"Aw, shucks," Natsu said with a blush and a smile. "No need to go that far, babe."

'Oh.' Lucy thought to herself, realizing that the pinkette and amazonian woman were an item. And Alyssa placing a hand under his chin and making him look in her eyes confirmed it.

"But, you deserve every bit of praise, amore mio."

"Ooh, I love it when you talk all fancy," Natsu said as he wrapped his arms around Alyssa's waist. Lucy could swear that the air around them began to sparkle as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Oh, Natsu," Alyssa said dreamily.

"Oh, Alyssa," he replied.

"Oh, Natsu."

"Oh, Alyssa."

Zeke and Happy sweatdropped as the couple repeated each other's names like a mantra. "They're at it again," the cat stated.

"Nice going, Lucy."

The blonde girl laughed in embarrassment. "By the way, you guys said you were looking for someone named Igneel, right?"

The question broke Natsu and Alyssa out of their couple's trance, as Alyssa answered. "That's right. Igneel is Natsu's dad. We heard a rumor that a Salamander was in Hargeon, so we decided to stop by and look around."

"Too bad that guy was a total dud," Happy said with a sigh.

"No kidding. He looked nothing like a dragon." Natsu stated. "I bet he can't even breathe fire."

"So, your dad looks like a dragon?" Lucy asked, trying to imagine how someone could resemble a dragon.

"No, he doesn't look like a dragon. He is a dragon," Natsu answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Lucy was stunned when she heard this. As fantastical as their world was, dragons were considered to be creatures of myth and legends. But there was also something else that she freaked her out.

"Why the hell would a dragon show up in the middle of a fishing town?!" Lucy exclaimed in shock. Natsu and Happy suddenly got a widened eyed look as the realization hit them like a sack of bricks.

"Ya, I didn't want to say anything…" Zeke spoke up with an awkward look. "...but I was thinking that Hargeon looked way too intact for supposedly being visited by a dragon."

"I was actually thinking the same thing," Alyssa said sheepishly. "Sorry, sweetie."

After paying the check, Lucy got up and left. However, as she turned back, she saw Natsu and Happy prostrating themselves on the floor while Zeke and Alyssa bowed.

"Thank you for the meal!" The four said.

"Stop it! You're embarrassing me!"

"Well, we need some way to repay you," Alyssa said. Natsu's face lit up as he got an idea.

"Here ya go!" Natsu said as he handed Lucy one of the autographs Salamander gave them.

"No, thanks," Lucy replied with a flat look.

And then…

"Wow, looks like Fairy Tail's at it again," Lucy said with a chuckle as read the newest issue of Sorcerer Weekly. After parting with the four weirdos, the blonde girl decided to relax at the local park and read one of her favorite magazines. "This time, they wrecked a bell tower."

Indeed, a news article detailed a team of Fairy Tail mages called Bravestar and their fight against a group of bandits in a small countryside town. However, the battle resulted in massive collateral damage, including the town's iconic bell tower.

"I wonder why I can't find a picture of those guys," Lucy said to herself. "Then again, if I caused that much damage, I'd probably high-tail it before anyone took a photo."

She flipped the page, showing the weekly centerfold featuring the Fairy Tail mage Mirajane. "And Mirajane's as gorgeous as ever." The blonde commented as she began to think out loud. "I wonder what I'd need to get into a magic guild like that. Is there a trial? Or I do gotta submit a job application or something?"

The blonde then rolled up and magazine and stood with a determined look on her face. "Oh well, it doesn't matter. 'Cause I'm gonna join Fairy Tail no matter what!"

"Ah, so you're looking to get into my guild, eh?" Lucy turned and, to her shock, saw Salamander walking out of the bushes.

"Salamander?!" Lucy exclaimed as she sprung from the bench. "What are you doing here? Don't you know it's rude to eavesdrop on a lady?!"

'You were the one talking to yourself,' the blue-haired man thought with a sweatdrop.

"And don't think you can charm me again! That kind of magic doesn't work when the target knows about it," Lucy proclaimed. Salamander's eyes widened with surprise.

"You figured out I was using Charm Magic? Very impressive," he said with a sly smile. "We could use those kinds of deduction skills at Fairy Tail."

"Fairy Tail?" Lucy parroted, suddenly remembering what Salamander said before. "No way! You're that Salamander?"

"The one and only," he said. Lucy's eyes sparkled with awe before she collected herself.

"Oh, yeah. So what?" Lucy crossed her arms and tried to act nonchalant.

"So don't want to join my guild?" Salamander asked with a cocky smirk.

"Well, I wouldn't say that," Lucy answered with a pout.

"Then how about a proposition?" Salamander said with a charming smile. "You come to my yacht party tonight and mingle a bit, and I'll put in a good word for you with the guild master. What do ya say?" He extended his hand.

And any amount of disgust or mistrust Lucy had vanished and instantly shook Salamander's hand with such force he nearly toppled over. "I'd love to come to your party tonight!" Lucy squealed in delight

Salamander chuckled at her enthusiasm. 'Well, that was easy.'

"You really think you can get me into Fairy Tail?" Lucy asked, finally releasing Salamander's hand.

"You have my word," Salamander said. With a snap of his fingers, a stream of magenta fire appeared beneath him and lifted him off the ground. "Just don't say anything about the charm spell, 'cause I'm planning on having some fun tonight."

"You got it, Mr. Salamander!" Lucy said with a salute.

"Excellent! See you at the party, darling! Flame Magic: Red Carpet!" With that, he took off into the sky on his transport of magenta fire. And it was only after he left that Lucy realized that he had pseudo-charmed her.

'Oh well. I just got to party with that sleazebag for one night, and I'm golden,' Lucy thought to herself. "Fairy Tail, here I come!"

And then...

"Looks like this trip was a total bust," Zeke said. Night had fallen on Hargeon. After their lunch, the eccentric quartet had decided to look around the rest of the fishing town, just in case there was any chance at all Igneel had been here. Unfortunately, they had no such luck and were now stuck in town for the night since their train wouldn't arrive until the next morning. The group was standing on a walkway that overlooked the city and ocean, giving them a fantastic view.

"Hey, isn't that the yacht where Salamander's hosting his party?" Happy asked, pointing to the distant boat that had left the harbor. Just thinking about being on a boat made Natsu nauseous until Alyssa rubbed his head.

"What? You've never heard of Salamander?" The group overheard a girl in a pink shirt say.

"No, not ringing any bells," her friend in a black shirt said. "Is he a big deal or something?"

"The biggest!" the girl in pink said. "He's a super-powerful and famous Fire Wizard from the Fairy Tail guild, not to mention handsome. I wish I could've gone to his party."

The four friends' eyes widened at the mention of "Fairy Tail." They turned their gaze towards the glistening yacht floating in the bay and narrowed their eyes.

"Fairy Tail, huh?" Alyssa said.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Zeke commented while Natsu glared.

Meanwhile, on the yacht, Lucy and Salamander were sitting in his private cabin while the rest of the ladies partied on the deck below. The blonde had changed into an elegant red dress to make a better impression.

"I've got to admit, you've got great taste," Lucy said as she ran her hands over the furniture. "Midian leather and Bellumi oak are hard to come by in Fiore."

"Why, thank you, Miss Lucy. Being a Wizard of such renown comes with its perks," Salamander said as he approached his liquor cabinet. "I appreciate the finer things in life." He grabbed two glasses and an amber-colored bottle.

"A toast to your beauty," Salamander said as he poured her a glass of orange wine. "Be sure to savor every drop."

Lucy put on her best fake smile and forced herself to laugh. Without his charm magic, Salamander really came off as a creep trying way too hard to be suave. But as he poured the drink, Lucy noticed one of his rings emitting a small glow. With a squint of her eyes, the blonde saw that ring had an image of a crescent moon and a closed eye.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Lucy said. Salamander stopped pouring and looked at her in confusion. "You're trying to enchant my drink with a sleep charm."

"Hmph." Salamander gave a small smile and set down the bottle. "You continue to impress me, my dear."

"Look, I really do wanna join Fairy Tail. But I'm not gonna sleep with you to make that happen."

Lucy was about to get up…until she heard the click of a gun and felt cold metal pressed against the back of her head. With wide eyes, Lucy slowly turned and saw a woman with light brown hair, brown skin, and blue eyes pointing a gold flintlock pistol at her. Her outfit consisted of a pair of black cat-eye glasses, a bedazzled black vest over a full-sleeve white buttoned shirt, a black tie with matching dress pants and shoes, and gun holsters on each side of her belt, one of which was currently empty.

"Ah, Ripley. I didn't even notice you come in," Salamander said with a smirk.

"Well, you were blowing it, so I figured I'd give this little tart an incentive not to do anything stupid."

"W-wait, I saw you when I got on the ship," Lucy said with terror clear in her voice. "You were one of the girls at the party."

"Oh, please. Don't compare me to those floozies," the bespectacled woman said with a cruel smile. "Unlike them, I'm not so easily swayed by such simple magic."

"Simple? I spent a fortune on these rings," Salamander growled in annoyance just as someone else walked into the cabin.

"Yo, Salamander. All the new merchandise is knocked out." Lucy looked at the man, and the first word that came to her mind was "snake." From his slanted black eyes to his lanky body to his clothing of a tight black top, fingerless gloves, scale-like green pants, and black leggings underneath. "The boys are bringing them down to the lower- Huh, what's going on here?"

"It seems this girl is too smart for her own good, Kurohebi," Ripley explained. Lucy then felt shivers run down her spine as Kurohebi looked down her body and licked his black lips. He was even creepier than Salamander.

"Maybe so, but we can probably make a couple of thousand Jewels off of her," the snake-like man said with a low chuckle.

"Merchandise? Jewels?" Lucy asked fearfully. "What's going on?"

"Guess the cat's out of the bag," Salamander said as he stood up. "But don't worry, Lucy. We'll make sure not to harm that pretty little head of yours until we reach Bosco. After that, we'll make sure you're sold to the highest bidder."

"Y-you…" Lucy's eyes widened as his words sank in. "You're slave traders! But...I thought you were a Fairy Tail wizard!"

"Don't you get it? Our little playboy just said that to get you to come on board," Ripley replied bemusedly, Kurohebi chuckling along with her.

"So all the girls at the party…"

"You'd be amazed how much some depraved rich guys are willing to pay for pretty girls," Kurohebi explained. A hard scowl on her face, Lucy reached for her key ring, only for Salamander to grab it with his fire magic. He brought the six keys to his eye-level to examine them.

"These are Gate Keys. So you're a Celestial Wizard," Salamander said as he walked towards the nearby window. "Only the contracted wizard can use these. They're absolutely useless to me."

Before Lucy could protest, Salamander tossed her Spirit Keys out the window. She could only stare in horror and disbelief as everything she'd worked for vanished into the waters below. Lucy felt a myriad of emotions bubbling up inside; sorrow at the loss of her keys; fear at what would happen to her and the girls on the ship; but above all else, anger. Lucy was furious at Salamander and his accomplices. Magic was something precious and beautiful, and to have it be used for heinous, evil acts was unforgivable. With her eyes watering and her teeth grit, Lucy glared at the blue-haired man.

"You used magic to take advantage of others!" She yelled out. "You're the worst kind of wizard!"

The roof of the cabin exploded, surprising the four as someone landed on the floor. When the smoke cleared, they saw Alyssa glaring at the three slavers, her stance proud and defiant.

"Alyssa!" Lucy said with a smile.

"It's that bodybuilder chick from earlier!" Salamander proclaimed.

"What the hell is going on here?" Alyssa asked.

"None of your business, you dumb gorilla!" Ripley said as she aimed her gun at the orange-haired woman. Alyssa spoke a chant.

"Boost Magic: Boosted Kick!"

To everyone's shock, Alyssa's legs glowed with purple magical energy, a purple magic circle with a fist in the center appearing behind her. With amazing speed that betrayed her size, Alyssa leaped ahead and delivered a round-house kick to Ripley's torso, knocking her through the cabin wall.

"That was magic!" Kurohebi exclaimed as Lucy and Salamander looked on in shock. Alyssa turned and glared at Salamander.

"Salamander, right? I heard some girls saying that you're a Fairy Tail wizard," Alyssa said as she gripped the hem of her shirt.

"Y-ya. So what of it?" Salamander asked with a trembling voice. Alyssa pulled up her shirt to reveal a dark purple mark over her abdominals. One that vaguely resembled a dancing fairy.

"Because I'm from Fairy Tail! And I've never seen you before in my life!"

"That mark!" Salamander shouted.

"No way!" Lucy exclaimed. "Alyssa's a Fairy Tail wizard?! And you could do laundry on her abs!"

"Lucy? What are you doing here?" a voice said from above. Lucy looked up at the hole Alyssa had made and saw Happy…floating in the air with a pair of white wings on his back.

"This guy tricked me. He said he could get me into Fairy Tail if I came to his party," Lucy said before noticing the elephant in the room. "Wait? When did you get wings?"

"We'll explain that later," Alyssa said, taking a fighting stance. "Happy, get Lucy out of here. I'll deal with these bastardos."

"Aye, ma'am!" Happy exclaimed as he wrapped his tail around Lucy's waist. "Hold on!"

Lucy screamed in shock as the blue cat lifted her into the sky.

"You won't get away!" Salamander proclaimed as he snapped his fingers. "Flame Magic: Red Carpet!"

Alyssa attempted to jump at Salamander but she was stopped in her tracks by a stream of magenta fire.

"Uh, uh, uh, big gal." Alyssa turned and saw Kurohebi, flames surrounding his hands. "You gotta deal with me."

'He's got flame magic too?' Alyssa thought as Salamander took off in the air after Happy & Lucy. Meanwhile, Ripley had finally managed to pull herself out of the rubble.

"Ripley, get the rest of the guys!" Kurohebi shouted. "I can already tell that this ladies' gonna be a big problem."

"Right," Ripely said as she ran out of the cabin.

"Go ahead. Bring as many people as you like, cazzo!" Alyssa shouted, cracking her knuckles as her thick arms began to glow with the same purple magic as before. "I'll kick all your asses!"

On the shores of Hargeon, Natsu and Zeke stood atop the seawall. The brunette looked out onto the water with his goggles over his eyes. But these were no ordinary eyewear. By feeding a small degree of mana into them, Zeke was able to see over great distances.

"What's going on?" Natsu asked as he saw streams of fire flying through the sky.

"That Salamander guy is chasing Happy and…Lucy?" Zeke replied, watching as the blue-haired man unleashed blasts of flame magic at the two as Happy weaved and bobbed to dodge his attacks.

"This sucks! I should be out there!" Natsu groaned.

"We both know you'd get sick as soon as you stepped one foot on the boat," Zeke said, causing his friend to pout. "Besides."

Zeke fed mana into his bracelet, causing the gems in it to glow. In an instant, it transformed into a majestic silver longbow with green accents and shimmering bowstring. The green gems now sat directly above and below the arrow rest. "I could use the target practice."

A green magic circle with an arrow at its center appeared between the gems. Zeke placed his right hand in the circle and pulled back on the bowstring. As he did, an arrow made of solid green magical energy manifested within the bow, its arrowhead consisting of three points.

"Arch Shot: Tri-Seeker Arrow!" The arrow soared through the air like a rocket-propelled bird of prey.

Salamander grit his teeth and furrowed his brow as rode atop his Red Carpet, growing increasingly frustrated at his inability to hit Happy and Lucy.

'That cat's faster than he looks,' the flame wizard thought to himself. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw the glowing arrow heading towards and barely dodged it.

"Nice try," Zeke said with a smirk as the arrow suddenly split into three streams of emerald light that curved and chased after Salamander until they blasted him, causing the flame mage to fall on the deck of his yacht.

"What was that?" Lucy asked.

"That was Zeke's Arch Shot magic," Happy answered.

"He launched a spell from that far away," Lucy said in amazement.

"Um, Lucy?"

She looked up. "What is it?"

"My magic-" Happy began to say before his wings vanished. "-just ran out."

"YOU STUPID CAT!" Lucy screamed as the two fell into the ocean. But as they were submerged, Lucy saw something twinkling on the seafloor.

Back on the yacht, Salamander groaned as he got back up. He checked to make sure nothing was broken and gaped in horror when he saw the arrows had torn his cape to pieces. As he vowed vengeance for the destruction of his favorite cape, Salamander noticed that the fight between Alyssa and Kurohebi had moved to the deck.

"Prominence Typhoon!" Kurohebi shouted as he launched a column of fire at Alyssa.

"Boost Magic: Boosted Leap!" she chanted. Magic enveloped her legs as she leaped out of the way. With magic still running through her legs, Alyssa jumped towards her opponent as her right arm lit up like her legs. "Boost Magic: Enhanced Knuckle!"

Kurohebi barely had time to dodge as Alyssa attempted to punch him, her fist smashing through the deck floor. However, the snake-like man smirked as he swiped his fingers across her legs as magic circles spun in his eyes.

"Copy Magic: Epithet Scan." Alyssa felt a burst of magic enter her body and then leave. She back-handed Kurohebi, pushing him across the deck. However, the black-haired mage simply chuckled. "Alright, big girl. Let's how you handle your own magic. Boosted Kick!"

To Alyssa's surprise, purple magic surrounded Kurohebi's legs before he leaped and kicked her into a table.

'Copy Magic?! Merda!' Alyssa thought to herself as she got back up.

"Hey, Kuro!" The two mages turned and saw Ripley flanked by all slavers' goons, her golden guns in hands, and a large case strapped to her back. "If you don't want to die, then get out of the way!"

"You got it," he said before leaping out of the way. Alyssa quickly channeling her mana into her legs.

"Guns Magic: Rapid-Fire!"

"Boost Magic: Boosted Jump!"

Ripley unleashed a torrent of yellow mana bullets that Alyssa was forced to jump to avoid. The orange-haired woman quickly jumped behind the buffet table and tipped it to use as a makeshift barrier.

But before the slavers could get cocky, Salamander saw another arrow pass the ship before breaking into three streams of green light again. He scowled as he snapped his fingers. "Flame Magic: Red Curtain!"

A large wall of fire appeared on the deck, blocking the arrows. "Ripley, there's another Fairy Tail wizard attacking from long-range! Get rid of them!"

"Alright, but mind your tone," Ripley said before running towards a nearby ladder, leaving Alyssa to fight Salamander, Kurohebi, and their goons. The bespectacled wizard quickly reached the roof of the yacht and opened the case, revealing a golden sniper rifle with a long barrel and a scope. "Okay, Ronney. Time to go hunting."

Ripley laid down on her stomach and aimed her rifle towards the direction the arrows came. Like Zeke did with his magical goggles, Ripley fed mana into her scope, allowing her to see Natsu and Zeke on Hargeon's beach. With a grin, the Guns Wizard readied her next spell, a yellow magic circle with a bullet epithet appearing in front of the barrel.

"Guns Magic: Horizon Bullet!" With a pull of her trigger, a magical bullet shot through the air, barreling towards Zeke and Natsu. The pink-haired man's ears twitched when he heard the shot.

"Incoming!" Natsu shouted before tackling Zeke into the sand as bullet destroyed the part of the seawall they'd been standing on. "What the hell was that?!"

Zeke quickly sat up and zoomed in again with his goggles, seeing Ripley on the roof of the yacht. The two were forced to evade more Horizon Bullets that sent sand flying high in the sky when they hit the beach.

"Looks like one of Salamander's lackeys has long-range magic," Zeke stated before noticing that they had begun to attract the attention of Hargeon's citizens. "Natsu, try to get the rubberneckers away from the beach."

"Got it!" Natsu replied before running towards the townspeople. "You guys better high-tail it out of here! Things are about to get crazy magical!"

As Natsu tried to get the townsfolk away from the beach, Zeke stood defiantly, Ripley right in his sight. He conjured another arrow, this one with an arrowhead shaped like a stick of dynamite. "Alright, lady. You picked the wrong wizard to pick a firefight with. Arch Shot: Demolition Arrow!"

Ripley barely had time to roll away as Zeke's spell hit the roof, exploding upon impact. She quickly aimed and fired another Horizon Bullet that Zeke was forced to dodge. The two then proceeded to engage in a long-range battle, each of them launching spells from a great distance and dodging when they needed to. However, since Ripley and her allies were on a boat, they were slowly losing as Zeke's spells kept blasting more of the yacht apart.

As this was going on, Lucy and Happy emerged from the sea, the blonde having recovered her keys from the ocean floor. Lucy looked at the yacht with a determined smirk as she grabbed a golden key. "Here we go. Open, Gate of the Water Bearer - Aquarius!"

Lucy plunged the key into the water and a blue magic circle with a cross epithet appeared. With a burst of mana and water, a blue-haired mermaid with a dark blue tail appeared before Lucy and Happy, a blue and silver urn in her hands.

"That was awesome!" Happy cried out with joy.

"That's the power of a Celestial Wizard," Lucy explained. "I can summon spirits from the Celestial Realm to assist me in battle."

She turned and pointed at the yacht. "Listen up, Aquarius. I want you to use your magic to push that ship back into the port." However, the spirit glared at Lucy with piercing blue eyes and grit her teeth. "Hey," Lucy exclaimed. "Drop the attitude and help me!"

"Let's get something straight…" Aquarius said, her voice low and dangerous as water began to flow around her, and she narrowed her eyes at Lucy and Happy, sending shivers down their spines. "…the next time you so much as think about dropping my key, you're dead."

"U-understood," Lucy squeaked out while Happy let out a terrified whimper as Aquarius unleashed her spell and a torrent of ocean water was sucked into her urn.

"Poseidon's Wrath!" With a ferocious yell, Aquarius launched a tidal wave at the yacht…that also engulfed Lucy and Happy. Back on the yacht, Alyssa was in the midst of blocking Kurohebi's blows and Salamander's flame magic, only for the three wizards, Ripley, and the goons to notice the sudden shadow cast over the boat. They looked up and gaped at the massive tidal wave heading their way.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" the slavers all shouted.

"¡SANTO CIELO!" Alyssa yelled as the yacht was consumed by the wave.

Back on the shore, Zeke's eyes and mouth widened in shock at the approaching water. The green-eyed man quickly turned around and ran towards Natsu and the crowd. "EVERYONE, RUN FOR IT!"

Natsu and the townsfolk turned and balked at the sight of the rapidly approaching wave and attempted to high-tail away from the beach. As the wave was about to hit the shore, Zeke grabbed Natsu and created a green barrier around them just as the tidal wave consumed them and Hargeon's shore.

Luckily the seawall blocked the bulk of the water and what water made it past did barely any damage as Hargeon's buildings were built to withstand flooding. And as fast as it came, the water receded, revealing that Zeke had fallen on top of Natsu, the two men groaning in pain.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Natsu groaned out as Zeke got off him.

"No idea. Maybe one of Salamander's lackeys di-" As the brunette opened his eyes, he realized that his magic goggles had been shattered. "Damn it! I just bought these!"

"LET'S HIGH-TAIL IT, LADIES!" The two wizards looked and saw that Salamander's yacht had crashed into the shore, waking the girls and giving them the opportunity to escape

At the same time, Lucy and Happy washed up on the shore, the blonde coughing up seawater while the cat ended up buried head-first in the sand. Lucy then noticed Aquarius floating next to her.

"What's the big idea?! You think you could've tried not to sweep me up with the ship?!"

"Oh, that was an accident," Aquarius replied with a smile. "I didn't mean to get the ship."

"YOU WERE AIMING FOR ME?!" Lucy yelled as her spirit turned away.

"Don't call me for a while," the mermaid said with a haughty smirk. "I'm going on a week-long vacation with my boyfriend. And he's hot."

"You don't have to rub it in!" Lucy shouted as her spirit returned to the Celestial Realm. Suddenly, Lucy, Happy, Natsu, and Zeke's attention was brought to the yacht by Alyssa's yells as she was sent flying by Salamander's Flame Magic and crashed into the beach.

"Alyssa!" Natsu and Zeke shouted as they rushed towards her. They quickly helped her up and saw the slavers walking towards them, Salamander, Kurohebi, and Ripley all seething with rage.

"I've had enough of this!" Salamander shouted as he conjured up a magic circle in front of him. "I'll burn all you idiots to ash with a single spell! FLAME MAGIC: PROMINENCE TYPHOON!"

Natsu pushed Zeke and Alyssa out of harm's way and was completely consumed by a swirling pillar of fire.

"NATSU!" Lucy yelled while Kurohebi cackled.

"Aw, isn't that sweet? Pinkie sacrificed himself to save his buddies," Kurohebi said with a bemused smirk.

"Looks like Fairy Tail ain't all it's cracked up to be," Ripley taunted. But suddenly, Zeke and Alyssa began to chuckle, confusing everybody.

"Oh, please. As if Natsu could be killed by fire magic," Zeke said with a smirk of his own.

"How're the flames, tesoro mio?" Alyssa asked.

"Not gonna lie…" Natsu's voice came from within the inferno. "…it's pretty gross."

"HE'S STILL ALIVE?!" The trio of slavers cried out. What happened next utterly baffled everyone except Zeke, Alyssa, and Happy. A loud slurping sound was heard across the beach, the fire began to shrink. It shrank further until everyone could see that Natsu was actually eating the fire! Aside from his burnt coat, he was completely unharmed.

"Thanks for the meal, poser," Natsu said as he tore off the remains of his coat, revealing an open black and orange-trimmed vest, his muscular torso and arms, a black wristband on his left wrist, and a red Fairy Tail mark on his right shoulder. "Now, I've got a fire in my belly that's raging to get out!"

Natsu then smashed his fists together, conjuring up an orange circle with a dragon epithet in front of him. He then sucked in a massive amount of air. "Fire Dragon's Roar!"

From his mouth, Natsu unleashed his own torrent of flames. Salamander evaded with his Red Carpet spell, and Kurohebi boosted his legs to get himself and Ripley rolled out of the way. The rest of the slavers panicked and ran as Natsu's spells destroyed the remains of their yacht.

"A Fairy Tail wizard with spiky pink hair, a scaly scarf, and unique fire magic," Kurohebi said as his eyes widened in realization. "Bora, this guy's the real Salamander!"

"Natsu's Salamander?!" Lucy exclaimed.

"Don't use my real name, you idiot!" the man called Bora said as Natsu, Alyssa, and Zeke stood together, staring the other trio down.

"Bora Solak, or Bora the Prominence as he likes to call himself," Happy said, surprising Lucy. "I've heard of this guy; he used to be a member of the guild Titan Nose but got kicked out for bad behavior."

(Music Que - Fairy Tail Main Theme)

"We should probably introduce ourselves," Natsu stated as the air around him began to heat up. "I'm Natsu Dragneel, the Fire Dragon-Slayer!"

"My name's Alyssa Grunewald!" Alyssa said as she moved into a fighting stance. "And they call me the Boost Queen!"

"The name's Ezekiel Hudson, archer extraordinaire and proud heir of the heroic Hudson legacy," Zeke said as he tossed aside his broken goggles. He then pulled down his shirt collar, revealing a green Fairy Tail guild mark just below his left collar bone. "And you assholes are dealing with the greatest team Fairy Tail's ever had: Bravestar!"

'THEY'RE TEAM BRAVESTAR!' Lucy thought in absolute shock. These weirdos she'd bought lunch for were the infamous Team Bravestar she'd read so much about. While Fairy Tail wizards were known for being rowdy, she had read about a trio of wizards that went overboard during their fights, even by their guild's standards. Because of this, Bravestar was also known as Fairy Tail's Demolition Team.

"Pay attention! Because this is what real Fairy Tail wizards can do!" Natsu shouted, charging ahead, his fists engulfed in orange flames.

"S-Stay back!" Bora shouted. "Flame Magic: Red Shower!"

Bora unleashed a barrage of fireballs at team Bravestar. Natsu didn't even bother to dodge and ran straight towards Bora. Natsu leapt into the air with a burst of flame with a blazing right fist.

"Fire Dragon's Blazing Fist!" With a powerful swing, Natsu punched Bora with enough force to send him flying into a nearby building.

"Try eating this, Salamander!" Ripley shouted as she aimed her pistols at Natsu. "Guns Magic: Rapid-Fire!"

"Nice try!" Zeke shouted, this time conjuring up an arrow with an arrowhead shaped like a bundle of smaller arrows. "Arch Shot: Arrow Volley!"

Zeke the arrow and in a flash of light, it split into a volley of 100 small arrows that tore through Ripely's bullets.

"Damn you!" Kurohebi shouted, charging at Zeke with mana flowing around his legs. He suddenly felt intense burning pain shoot through them. He let out a pain yelled as he slowed to a crawl, allowing Alyssa to jump in and catch his hand.

"Looks like you copied my magic's weakness too!" Alyssa proclaimed as she channeled magic through her arms. "Boost Magic: Grand Toss!"

With a powerful swing, Alyssa tossed Kurohebi over the wrecked yacht.

"Their magic is nuts," Lucy said, completely in awe as the trio continued to fight.

"Aye," Happy said and began to explain. "Zeke uses hereditary magic that only his family has called Arch Shot Magic. It has properties of both Archery and Light Magic. Alyssa's magic is Boost Magic. It can supercharge the caster's physical abilities, but using too much can damage their insides, so they need to have a strong body to use it properly. And Natsu's Fire Dragon-Slayer Magic gives him all the abilities of a fire dragon. So he's not only immune to fire, but he can also replenish his mana by eating it."

Ripley scowled as she aimed Zeke and Alyssa, but Natsu charged at her, his arms now coated in fire.

"Fire Dragon's Wing Attack!" With a swing of his arms, Natsu unleashed twin torrents of fire at Ripley and blasted her into the water, knocking her unconscious. Bora emerged from the rubble of the building atop his red carpet with a wild and crazed look on his face.

"DAMN YOU ALL!" Bora screamed as a massive magic circle appeared beneath him. "BURN IN HELL!" A gargantuan crimson fireball in the shape of a skull formed above his head. "FORBIDDEN FLAME MAGIC: RED SK-"

"Arch Shot: Demolition Arrow!" Before Bora could finish his incantation, Zeke fired a magic arrow at Bora's fireball. The explosion was seen and heard all across Hargeon and beyond as Bora was blasted out of the air. As Bora fell to the ground, his eyes widened when he saw Alyssa charging at him, the magic around her arms glowing far brighter than before.

"Hey, stronzo!" Alyssa shouted. "This is what you get for impersonating my boyfriend! Boost Magic: Grand Combo-Punch!"

As soon as Bora came within arms' length, Alyssa unleashed a ferocious barrage of supercharged punches. And with a final solid right hook, the fake Salamander was sent flying into the town, crashing into a nearby water fountain. And with that, the battle between team Bravestar and the slavers reached its end.

(Music End)

"Alright! We won!" Natsu shouted as he and Zeke shared a fist bump. They ran up the seawall's stairs to join Alyssa.

"We rock!" Alyssa cheered as she and Zeke then did a double high-five, which she immediately regretted it as her arms began to hurt. "Owie."

"Oh, crap! Sorry, Alyssa," Zeke replied.

"It's okay. They're just a little sore," she said. But before the trio could continue their celebration, they heard something fall and break. Turning around, they saw that the fountain Alyssa had knocked Bora into had broken in half. They also finally noticed that while the buildings in Hargeon were mostly fine, most of the street had been upended by the tidal wave, and the buildings closest to the beach had been hit by some stray spells.

"You guys were amazing, but you really overdid it!" Lucy exclaimed as she and Happy approached the three.

"Well, I can't argue with that," Alyssa said, rubbing the back of her head with a nervous laugh. However, Natsu genuinely chuckled.

"Actually, this is pretty good by our standards," Natsu said.

"Aw, man!" Zeke exclaimed as he started pulling his hair. "Master Makarov's gonna have an ulcer when he hears about this."

"To be fair, Lucy and the fish lady did most of the damage," Happy said.

"Hey!" the blonde shouted.

"You caused that tidal wave?!" Zeke yelled. "And what fish lady are you talking about?!"

Before they could continue their conversation, Natsu's ears picked the sound of marching feet. He spun around and saw a large group of soldiers clad in orange & blue uniforms marching through the town."Oh shit! It's the Rune Knights!"

"The army's here?!" Lucy shouted.

"Run for it!" Zeke shouted as the five bolted away as fast as they could, Natsu grabbing Lucy by the arm.

"Why are you taking me?" Lucy asked as she was dragged off.

"You said you wanted to join Fairy Tail, right?" Alyssa asked. Lucy's eyes widened in disbelief. Actual Fairy Tail wizards were inviting her to join their guild. As they ran, the blonde saw that the four guild wizards had sincere expressions on their faces, even as they ran for their lives.

"So, let's go!" Natsu said excitedly. Lucy smiled back at them, slipping her arm out of Natsu's and started willingly running away with the four.

"Alright!" Lucy cheered with an ear to ear smile as the five ran out of Hargeon. It had been a crazy day, but Lucy had a feeling that things would only get better from here.

And indeed, the five friends would back on this night and realize that it was this day in Hargeon when their legend truly began.

Elsewhere…

On top of a snow-covered mountain caught in a raging blizzard, a fierce battle had just reached its conclusion. A lone mage stood amongst the corpses of over a dozen ape-like creatures, out of breath and barely holding himself up with his broadsword. The man appeared to be in his early forties. He had black eyes, slicked-back dark blue hair, and his outfit consisted of an open white coat with blue inner-lining, rolled up brown pants held up by a white belt, an s-shaped necklace hanging around his neck, and a pair of dark brown loafers.

'Well, that about wraps things up,' the man thought to himself, standing up as his broadsword vanished in a dark blue light. 'Time to head home.'

Unfortunately, one of the ape creatures the man had been fighting was rather clever, playing dead amongst its brethren. With his foe's guard down, the beast howled and attacked, the raging winds drowning out the man's screams.

To be continued…

Author's Note 2: Back when I wrote the first chapter of A New Day five years ago, I had no idea how much that story would mean to me. Writing AND and its sequels helped me improve my writing skills more than I ever imagined. And it was through these Fairy Tail stories that I met my co-writer, editor, and one of my best friends, xpegasus.

But recently, as I reread A New Day while compiling that story and sequels together, I realized just how flawed it was. I barely broke away from the canon, limiting my creativity and original flare. I also didn't really know whether I wanted to stick with the original Fairy Tail magic system for awhile, winging it until me and XPegasus sorted out the details midway through Homecoming. And I realized that it can be hard to get people invested in the later parts of my story if the beginning is mediocre.

So, now with years of experience under my belt, my best friend at my side, and a firm idea for where I want my Fairy Tail story, I've decided to reboot the Fairy Mythos Series. Or as it's going to be known from now on, Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga!

I hope that everyone who's followed all of my Fairy Tail stories until now will join me and xpegasus as we venture once again into this magical world. And hopefully, we'll make a lot of new friends and fans along the way.

Next Chapter: The Brawl at Mt. Hakobe!

See you next time!

#Fairy Tail #Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga #fanfiction #Lucy Heartfilia #Natsu Dragneel #Happy #Alyssa Grunewald #Ezekiel 'Zeke' Hudson #Bora #Kurohebi #Ripely #Aquarius

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~Springtime Heat~

Since this fucking quarantine isn’t ending anytime soon this is a perfect opportunity to write some new things~ As well as other things that have been on the back burner~ I would like to give a huge thanks to @misslivvie for contributing a wonderfully steamy scene that helped me come up with the idea for this story~

~Shandi

(FINALLY GETTING THIS FUCKING THING OUT AFTER IT’S BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE TWO MONTHS. I HOPE YOU ENJOY <3)

Vinneketh couldn’t understand what was happening. He’d never seen his Beloved so..agitated before. It seemed like anything set him off. He’d stay angry for hours making him completely unapproachable. Of course he’d still try to keep his temper in check with Ayesha which Vinneketh was grateful for. Any time anything made him angry he’d leave the room so their daughter wouldn’t witness her Baba’s fiery rages. One evening Vinneketh finally decided to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind since it all began.

“Beloved..what is happening to you?”

When Demon just grunted in reply he rolled his eyes. “That is not an answer. I cannot help you if you do not talk to me.”

"It's nothing you should concern yourself with."

"What kind of answer is that? I am your husband! Of course I am concerned!"

"It will pass in time."

"So your daughter and I are just supposed to deal with these violent outbursts? How wonderful."

Demon huffed and pulled the covers over his head. "Goodnight, Treasure." Vinneketh just shook his head as he turned off the light. So much for communication. "Yes..goodnight.."

The next morning Vinneketh was frightened awake by a sudden blast of heat. He bolted upright with wide eyes. “DEMON?!” He wished he was dreaming. In a fit of anger his husband had set the curtains on fire! Demon growled in frustration as he attempted to smother the flames. With a heavy sigh, Vinneketh picked up the pitcher of water on his bedside table and doused the flames..and his husband as well. When Demon glared at him he rolled his eyes. “The fire is out, but I doubt that did anything to cool you off.” With his eyes flashing red, Demon let out a loud roar before stomping off. That’s it. Vinneketh was completely done with this! If his husband wasn’t going to give him answers he was going to find someone who would! He dressed himself, and briefly checked in on Ayesha before leaving.

~*~

“May I speak to you for a moment?”

StarChild looked up from tending his garden with a smile. “Of course, Vinneketh~ Oh..you look troubled. Is there something wrong?”

“Possibly. It is..about Demon. He has been acting so strangely! I must admit..he is starting to frighten me. You..have been friends with him for a long time, yes? Do you have any idea why this is happening? He will not talk to me! Please..if you know anything..” StarChild raised an eyebrow. “Hm..I see. Has he had a..short temper lately? Been setting fire to things? Being emotionally distant?”

“Yes! All of those things! Have you seen him this way before?”

“Every spring.”

“What could possibly cause..that every year? He was born of flames! It could not possibly be the spring heat..especially since this is nothing compared to spring in Sphynxia..”

StarChild chuckled. “Ohhh it’s the heat alright..but not the kind you’re thinking of~” Vinneketh blinked. "W-what do you mean..?"

"Come with me. I think it's time I educated you on some of the..intricacies of our dear Demon~" Vinneketh frowned. “I do not understand. If it has something to do with his..biology..why would he not share it with me..?” StarChild shook his head. “It’s nothing against you. If it were any other circumstance I’m sure he would. But for Demon..this time is very..complicated.”

“Can you..elaborate..?”

“Well..you see..you..understand that..for many animal species..their mating drives are at their peak during the spring. It..just so happens to be the same for Demons as well. Only they’re more..how shall I say..bestial..” Vinneketh’s cheeks reddened. “Oh I..I see.. Then the frustration is coming from..the need to..’mate’..?”

“That’s right~”

“But..he and I are already mated. I still do not understand why we--”

“That’s..where the complicated part comes in. When a fully mature Demon such as he has the need to mate they become..extremely aggressive. They have less control over their restraint on their transformations. They’re..savage beasts. He’s convinced only another Demon could survive..mating in such a way. He doesn’t want to hurt you..or break your mind.” Vinneketh’s brow furrowed. “I remember him telling me this. But he has to understand. He is not with another Demon. He is with me. And he should mate with me.”

“I agree of course. But you’ll have to be very persuasive to convince him.”

“I think I can manage that~”

“Ohhhh yes I can already see the wheels turning~ Good luck then, my friend~”

“And I thank you for your honesty~”

~*~

Ayesha pouted as her Aiutu handed her over to Fox. “But Aiutu! I wanna help Baba feel better too!” Vinneketh chuckled. “Now don’t you worry, little jewel..you will have your chance. I promise you~ My help just..takes a different form. And..needs to be done in private. You go and have a nice slumber party with uncle Fox and when you return tomorrow you can help Baba all you like~” Ayesha smiled and hugged Fox's neck. "I like slumber parties~! Can we have sweets and play lots of games, uncle Fox~?" Fox laughed. "You bet we can~ I've got a lot of fun things planned for us to do~ You won't be bored for one second~"

"Yay~! Aiutu..will you say goodbye to Baba for me?"

"Of course I will, darling~"

Fox sighed. "Please take care, Vinneketh..and be safe."

"I thank you for your concern, my friend~ I will be alright~"

After waving goodbye, he closed the door and went to work.

~*~

Later that evening Demon stomped down the hallways back to his chambers, muttering curses under his breath. StarChild thought it best that he excuse himself from the meeting they were attending. So he had threatened to set a Council member on fire. So what? He’d had enough of that fool and his pointless prattle. Truthfully he’d had enough of people in general. He just wanted to get out of his damned armor and go to bed. Not that sleep ever helped to quell the raging fire in his blood. Maybe his husband had a spell for that. Once he opened the door however, he was overwhelmed by the soothing scent of jasmine. In the dim light he could see that the room was lined with rows of scented candles. On the carpet was a trail of rose petals leading into the next room. He snorted. “Treasure? Where are you?”

“Follow the path, Beloved~”

Demon grunted softly. He was torn between not being in the mood for games and..being incredibly fucking horny. But the jasmine smelled so nice. He stood there taking deep breaths, allowing the scent to calm his agitated nerves. As always his Treasure knew exactly what he needed. Now a little calmer, he slowly followed the trail of petals leading to their bedroom. He pushed open the slightly ajar door and froze on the spot, staring intently at what was displayed before him. "T-Treasure..?"

"Welcome back, Beloved~ Come and join me~"

Demon couldn't shake the air of familiarity. The candles illuminating the room. Vinneketh sitting on the bed. Waiting for him. His beautiful green eyes filled with desire. And what he was wearing.. "I..I remember that robe. You wore it the first night we spent together.." Vinneketh giggled. "I am pleased you noticed~ I made a few..modifications but I am certain they are familiar as well~" Demon nodded. "The sash. The brooch. My first gifts to you.."

"To honor you, my darling. To show how important you are to me." He moved to the edge of the bed and beckoned his husband closer. "Please..allow me to fulfill your needs. That is what you married me for is it not? Because I complete you? I can no longer stand by and watch you lose yourself to your baser instincts. You must take me." Demon frowned. "I figured you would find out on your own eventually but it doesn't matter. You cannot possibly understand what you are asking me to do to you."

"I will no longer allow you to use such a feeble excuse! Did you not feel you could trust me? Your husband? The man who has devoted his life to you?"

"Of course I trust you! But I will not endanger your life..your very soul..to relieve this pain. I willingly choose to suffer if it means you will be safe from me." Vinneketh shook his head. "That is all very fine and well..and of course I cannot fault you for thinking of my safety, but you are also taking the choice away from me and I cannot permit that. Do you not remember my words on that..wonderful night in my bathtub~?" Demon purred as gentle fingers massaged the back of his neck. "I don't remember the words..I only remember the pleasure~"

"Then allow me to refresh your memory~ It is true that I am not Demon but I am unlike anyone you have ever known. I do not fear you unleashing your power. I am not at risk of losing my mind. I know how to protect myself. As long as you are married to me, it is my duty to be your confidant. Your partner. Your lover~” Vinneketh smiled and wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck. “And what you need right now..is a lover~”

“I can’t deny this..” Demon growled softly, burying his face into his husband’s neck to inhale his scent. A provocative scent that immediately ignited his blood once more. “Mmm..are you going to mark me, Beloved~?”

“I plan to do sooo much more than that, my Treasure~”

Looking up, Vinneketh found himself face to face with long, sharp fangs and burning red eyes. He shivered. “Ohh yes..there is the Beast that I remember from that night~ My body..is yours to do as you please~” Demon pressed him against the wall and pinned his wrists above his head. A feral grin sent his heart racing before heated lips were smashed against his. That wickedly long tongue soon invaded his mouth, and he moaned into the kiss and ground against his husband’s thigh. A hand held his head in place while Demon hungrily attacked his neck. Vinneketh shut his eyes and groaned, then bucked when Demon’s mouth latched onto his pulse point. Demon hummed against his neck, the vibrations sending tingles shooting through him. “Hmm, is that your lotus oil I smell? Have you..already prepared yourself for me? What a lovely surprise~” Vinneketh smiled a bit. “Only for you, Beloved~” Demon smirked against his neck. “Mmmm...you spoil me, Treasure~”

Vinneketh’s head spun as Demon broke away and grabbed his chin so that piercing red eyes met green. “I’m gonna fuck you~” he snarled. “So hard you forget your own name. And I’ll make you scream and beg for it. And when you cum, it’s going to be my name that you scream, for the whole world to hear~” Vinneketh’s knees nearly buckled as he shivered. His husband’s voice was so feral..laden with desire. Desire for only him. He gasped softly as he nodded. “Y-yes..” Without another word and a smirk still on his lips, Demon swooped down to devour his mouth again, letting go of his wrists. He threw his arms around Demon’s neck and pressed his body closer. Then Demon suddenly broke away, and without warning shredded his robes with his claws, making him squeak in surprise. The shredded cloth fell away, and Demon then lifted him up by his thighs and pulled him away from the wall to throw him onto the bed.

Vinneketh managed a laugh and propped himself up on his elbows to watch Demon strip off his armor. His eyes trailed over his husband’s body as more skin was revealed. His heart pounded. His breaths quicker and harsher. Then Demon removed his codpiece, and when his eyes traveled even lower his cheeks flushed and a whimper escaped his mouth. Demon turned his head and grinned when he saw him. It was a wide, predatory grin that had his fangs bared and Vinneketh’s heart racing even faster. He crawled onto the bed until he was looming over his prey, then crushed their lips together again. Vinneketh moaned lustily and couldn’t help hooking a leg around his husband’s waist and grinding against him. Demon smiled against his lips and ground back, chucking when Vinneketh gasped. Demon broke away and grinned, showing off his fangs once more. Vinneketh’s current state was delicious. Flushed face. Swollen lips. Heaving chest. Slightly spread legs. He chuckled. “Already offering yourself to me~? How wonderful~ But first...” He dragged a hand down his husband’s torso, and goosebumps formed as his claws ever so slightly scraped against the skin, stopping at his abdomen. “Who does this pretty Treasure belong to~?”

Oh Gods... Vinneketh swallowed. “Y-You?”

“I want to hear you say it~” Demon commanded. He pressed his claws deeper, enough for Vinneketh to gasp at the very slight pain.“I-I’m y-your pretty Treasure..”

“Good boy~” Slowly spreading his husband’s legs further apart, Demon smirked appreciatively. “Such a lovely view~” Vinneketh wriggled a bit and whined. Why doesn’t he just get on with it already?! Large hands grabbed his thighs and held them in place, and he froze. Then Demon flashed him a fanged, predatory grin, and dove between his legs. Vinneketh closed his eyes and tipped his head back, a moan of pleasure falling from his mouth. His hands settled in Demon’s hair, his fingers twisting through the strands. Demon’s tongue was moving so expertly, and no matter how many times they had done this it still sent Vinneketh into a frenzy. His mouth formed an “O” shape. “O-Ohhh Gods... Demon~!!”

“Such a lovely golden Treasure..” Demon purred, stroking his thigh, and his rich, silky voice with a growling edge to it made him shudder. “My lovely golden Treasure~” Vinneketh just nodded his head, his mind spinning too much to give a reply. “You like it, don’t you, Treasure~?” Demon purred silkily. “Does it feel good~?” He nodded again and managed to gasp out, “Uh—Uh huh...”

“You like it when I fuck you, don’t you~? When I fuck you so hard you see stars, and you lose your mind with pleasure and scream my name as you erupt~”

“U-Uh huh... Y-Yes…!!” Vinneketh moaned. It was all true; he did like it. He loved it. He shakily bent his knees and propped himself up on his elbows. He heard Demon growl quietly, then there was a sudden hand slapping his ass. It made him jump and yelp. “Ah!—ohhhhh~” It soon degraded into a loud moan. “All the way up.” Demon ordered, tugging at Vinneketh’s hair and making him groan in pleasure. “Don’t you want it~?”

“Y-Yes...” Vinneketh arched his back and moaned when Demon began to slowly move his hips again. “Yes, I want it!” He felt Demon’s smirk against the skin of his back. “Good Treasure..and what do you want~?”

“I-I...” To Vinneketh’s despair, his lack of response made Demon freeze all movement again. “Demon..” he whimpered. Demon’s fingers dug into his scalp and pulled his head back. “I want to hear you say it.” Vinneketh shuddered. “I... I w-want you to fuck me..” Demon’s hips began to move again, incredibly slowly. “Good Treasure~” he purred, his voice smooth as silk. He licked Vinneketh’s earlobe, making him gasp. “Say it louder~”

“I w-want you to fuck me!” A slight tug on his hair. “Fuck me!”

“Louder!”

“Fuck me!!”

“LOUDER!!” Demon suddenly slammed his hips.

Vinneketh let out a shocked cry. “FUCK ME!” he screamed. “PLEASE, DEMON, FUCK ME!” His shouts were marred by sobs now. “PLEASE!! PLEASE FUCK ME!!”

“Very very good, Treasure~” The hand in his hair moved down to grab hold of his hips. Demon then thrust into him with a brutal force. Brutal..and absolutely perfect. He cried out happily, and his noises soon devolved into shamelessly loud moans. He felt Demon’s form leaning over him, felt his searing red eyes burning into his skin, could hear his deep growling as he fucked him.

Vinneketh’s eyes rolled back in his head as Demon kept fucking him mercilessly, pounding almost punishingly into him. Then Demon suddenly grabbed his cock and squeezed, wrangling a high-pitched gasp from his throat. He began to stroke fast and rough, and everything it made Vinneketh feel made his arms shake and his head fall down as he practically screamed in pleasure. Demon chuckled into his ear, sounding cruelly amused. “You love this, don’t you~? You love it rough~ My whore..my precious little Treasure~” Vinneketh moaned louder. “Yes... Yes, I love it~!! O—Ohhhh Gooods... fuuuuck~!!” Demon growled and grabbed hold of his hair again, pulling his head back up. “Mine..” he growled into his ear. “You are mine~”

Vinneketh only nodded languidly. “Yours..”

“Say it again~”

“Y-Yours~! I am yours~!!”

Demon growled in satisfaction and let go of his husband’s hair, grabbing hold of his hip again to keep up that fast, rough, incredible pace, while still stroking him with his other hand. Vinneketh’s moans and cries reached a fever pitch. Finally it became too much. Vinneketh threw back his head and screamed out his husband’s name as he came hard. Demon kept fucking him through his orgasm, until with a roar he came undone as well.

When he finally pulled out of his husband, the dancer collapsed onto the mattress, jaw slack and moaning softly. Every nerve was humming, alive with euphoria. Demon was doing something, moving behind him, but he didn’t want to move to see what it was. And his eyes felt so heavy...

“Treasure?”

Vinneketh forced his eyes open and looked up. Demon looked back down at him, and he smiled tiredly when he saw that the red was gone from his eyes. “Beloved..” he managed. Demon’s fingers massaged his scalp, and his still-humming body thrummed in pleasure at the contact. “Are you all right?”

“Mmm...” Vinneketh kept smiling. His husband always asked that whenever they did this, just to be sure his inner beast hadn’t severely hurt him. “B’loved... I am much better than all right...” He settled back into the pillows, moaning in contentment. Everything felt so wonderful... his body felt like it was humming... Demon... A gentle hand was stroking his hair. Lips were pressing a kiss to his head. “You should rest, Treasure.”

“Mmm... I should..” he mumbled dazedly.

Demon smiled, holding his husband close as they both drifted off to sleep. With his mating drive sated he finally felt normal again, and it was all thanks to his beautiful Treasure. He pressed a kiss to Vinneketh’s temple. “Thank you, my love. I give you my word..I will never be so foolish again.”

“I certainly hope not. I will be..very cross with you if you deny me such ecstasy again~”

“Perish the thought~”

~END~

#Shandi's drabbles #Shandi's KISSteriaverse #YEP MORE DEMONANKH #TO THE SURPRISE OF NOBODY #this is nooooot safe for woooork~

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Road’s End

The second installment of Hollow Point, my friends! I am so sorry about the late update! But here it is at last!

LU belongs to Linked Universe and Jojo56830. Hope you enjoy!

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Sky yawned for what had to be the umpteenth time that night. Wild quietly ate and savored the bowl of soup he’d warmed up after stealing into the kitchens.

A midnight snack, Wild had told him when they’d bumped into one another in the halls. The next few minutes found the two seated comfortably around a table with Wild sipping away and Sky fighting sleep. Wild watched him ever so patiently.

The Hero of the Sky had his fist pressed against his cheek, and every few seconds or so, his head would bob.

Up...down...

Down...up, up...

Those expressive eyes, glazed with weariness and the beginnings of crescent shadows forming underneath, fluttered.

He was battling, and fast-failing.

He suddenly dropped forward, eyes slipping shut when the Skyloftian’s body jolted upright. His head snapped back and cobalt blues flew open.

Wild hid an amused smile.

“Go back to bed, Sky.”

Sky blinked owlishly at him, mind muddled and briefly bemused. After a moment, he’d processed Wild’s words and shook his head, tendrils of golden-brown hair disturbed by the movement.

“I can’t,” He stifled another yawn, lashes incredibly heavy.

Wild curiously inclined his head.

“Why not?”

There was no response and when Wild looked, he found Sky’s head bowed and his eyes peacefully shut once more. Wild had to admit, he was impressed. The position his fellow Hero companion was in didn’t look at all comfortable.

His neck would be stiff and painful come morning.

He merely shrugged and decided to let Sky doze for a bit. He still had yet to finish his soup.

He stirred the light but wholesome meal a couple of times before lifting the spoon. He jumped slightly when Sky abruptly whipped his head to the left, staring with marginally wide eyes at the empty chair next to him.

Wild took note of the uncertainty and disbelief distorting those normally calm and peaceful features. The drowsy half-smile Sky was infamous for was gone, replaced by a bewildered frown.

Whatever had startled his friend?

Setting down his bowl, Wild quietly called, “Sky?”

Sky never looked his way. Instead, the Hero pointed hesitantly with a finger at the chair and inquired,

“You did see that, correct? Or was it just me?”

There was a faint plea hidden in his carefully guarded tone Wild didn’t miss.

Wild looked to the chair under Sky’s scrutiny.

Nothing seemed out of place to him.

“See what?” He asked then, gaze sliding back to the now less-tense Sky. His companion relaxed and shrugged to himself, seemingly relieved.

“Nothing...” Sky dragged a hand down his face. “I think Wind’s words from before are getting to me.”

Wild was about to make a teasing remark when the wooden and rickety-old chair was forcefully pushed back a few inches by an invisible force.

Sky leaped to his feet, hand immediately darting for his absent blade. The bowl Wild had picked up and cradled in his hands froze in mid-air as he stared, utterly baffled, at the chair.

Then, rather nonchalantly, Wild pointed with his spoon and remarked,

“Now, I did see that.”

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It was the feeling of considerable unease, a sense of imminent wrongness, and intense foreboding that awoke Time with a start. The creeping sensation of apprehension and disquiet crawled forth from his very bones, ensnaring and alerting him to the fact that something wasn’t quite right.

The Old Man- as the group had taken to calling him at times- immediately sat upright. He scoured the bedroom sedulously, searching every inch and space available to find what could have possibly awakened him.

Nothing caught his eye or struck him as out of place until his gaze fell upon Twilight’s bed.

It was empty.

The covers had been tossed aside and his boots were gone. His pack was untouched and his sword remained leaning idly against the wall.

Time pursed his lips and slipped from his bed, wandering over and testing the coolness of the blankets of Twilight’s own.

Cold.

Freezing even.

Time’s brow creased. When had Twilight left and how hadn’t he heard him? While Time wasn’t exactly a light sleeper, he was attuned to living in the wilderness. He would wake at the slightest of sounds and instinctively know something was amiss even when asleep.

He was a Hero. A warrior. These habits and hypersensitive awareness had saved his life more times than he could count.

Twilight had been gone for a handful of hours now...and for him not to have returned told Time something was severely wrong.

Time didn’t have to wonder where Twilight could have possibly gone. He already knew. The Ordonian had most likely left to check on Wind. The Sailor had shown great reluctance in coming here, and although Time had given him no choice but to go to the inn, he hadn’t dismissed Wind’s absolute refusal to stay. There was more to it. Wind had his reasons and Time could tell something was grating on the Sailor, making him uneasy and anxious.

He might be young, carefree, and open, but he was one of them. Experienced, knowledgeable, and a Hero. He’d seen, done, and experienced things no child ever should. All because he wanted to save his little sister. Wind was willing to take on the world, to adventure where few had ever gone, and face the King of Evil if it meant rescuing his little sister.

Wind must not know how incredible and amazing he truly was. He took upon himself the title Hero and accepted everything that came with it. He shouldered the responsibility and bore it with a strength and courage that was to be admired.

He wasn’t untainted and unaffected by his adventure- Time knew he’d changed, grown, and matured because he’d had to- but for Wind to remain bright, cheerful, and pure was unbelievable. His ready smiles, merry laughs, and sparkling eyes never failed to lift the spirits of his companions.

Some of the other Heroes were envious of it, but for the most part, relieved. Wind was a breath of fresh air. A light and treasure the Links sought to protect and cherish.

For him to suffer as they had…

Time felt his bitterness towards their dreadful fate grow, but he quashed it and left the room. He strode across to 33, bare feet softly thumping against the cool, wooden, floor. He extended his hand and made to turn the knob when a faint, distorted and barely there sound caressed his ears.

Time turned his head sharply, hand hovering in the air. His eye narrowed, carefully searching the whole expanse of the dark and dreary corridor he was in.

It was vacant, with Time as the sole occupant. He wasn’t about to shrug it off, however. He knew better than to doubt himself.

“...Time...”

The familiar, warped, voice came again, more distinct and noticeable. The Old Man started and spun on his heel when he heard a creak not too far from him.

There was nothing there.

Just a blank space.

Humming skeptically to himself, Time went to open the door once more when a golden flash in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

Looking quickly, Time’s gaze latched onto the familiar form of Warrior. Dressed only in his beige under tunic and breeches, the Link was cautiously making his way towards a room nearest his and Sky’s. There was a perplexed look on his face mingled with canniness that told Time the Hero was attempting to check something out.

But the caution in which he moved, the purposeful, light steps he took towards room 35 made Time frown deeply.

Momentarily distracted from his previous objective, Time twisted round and made his way towards the creeping Warrior just as the Knight reached the door and pressed his ear against it.

A look of deep concentration entered the Knight’s eyes as he listened intently for something Time couldn’t hear but had undoubtedly captured his attention. He slowed to a stop only inches behind Warrior then waited for the Captain to acknowledge his presence.

Warrior listened for a few, long, moments before releasing a deep exhale and shrugging to himself. He straightened and took a step back, only to stiffen when he collided into something solid.

“Warrior,” Time coolly murmured before the Knight’s soldier instincts could kick in. A deep breath of relief escaped Warrior as he spun round to shoot a mild glare up at the older Link.

“Time!”

The unspoken you-scared-the-life-out-of-me went unsaid but not unheard between the two.

Time raised an eyebrow in return.

“And what, might I ask, were you doing?”

Warrior scratched at his neck, averting his gaze to the door they still stood before.

“I woke up to a strange noise.” He explained briefly. “Music of some kind. I was going to ask Sky if he heard it, but Sky’s gone.”

Time narrowed his attention on the Knight.

“Gone?”

Twilight first. And now Sky?

Sky, known for his incredible ability to sleep anywhere at anytime, gone?

Time found himself growing more troubled. So many questions, so few answers.

Warrior made to reply when the door to room 35 opened a crack, drawing both their immediate attention.

Where Warrior took a step back, Time took a step forward, purposefully placing himself in front of the Knight should the door fling open and something come flying out.

He was prepared. Years of experience had honed his reflexes and quickened his reaction times.

Warrior slyly quirked an eyebrow at him, a teasing grin curving his lips. His sharp eyes and cunning mind had correctly interpreted Time’s motives.

“Settle down, Papa Bear,”

Time rolled his eye good-naturedly, grasping Warrior’s shoulder and guiding him forward til he stood in front of him.

“Perhaps I should let you go in first.” Just in case something is there.

Warrior didn’t resist him, allowing himself to be moved.

“I see how it is, Old Man,” Warrior grumbled without any ire. Time smirked.

“Go along now,” He prodded the younger towards the door. Warrior needed no further prompting. He gently pushed against the aged wood. Both Heroes suppressed the urge to cringe when it creaked. The eerie sound echoed throughout the corridor, loud in comparison to the still silence that had settled over the slumbering inn.

Warrior brushed it aside and swiftly entered the room as soon as the door was halfway open. Time followed without hesitation.

They paused once they were inside, raking their gazes across the expanse of the modest chamber.

Vaguely unimpressed, Time stated the obvious, “Empty.”

It was only a bed with dirtied white blankets and turned up sheets, raggedy curtains pulled away from the balcony doors, an old desk, and a night-table.

Warrior moved away from him, heading towards the frail desk still miraculously standing directly across from the bed. Time idly wandered towards the balcony doors, peering through the glass to estimate the hour.

An hour or two before dawn, it would appear.

“What is this..?” Time heard Warrior wondering to himself. Then he was cranking something.

Time curiously glanced his way. He found Warrior’s fascination was in a small, white cube with a crank sticking out of the side that was lonesomely decorating the table. The paint on it was faded, with some red and hints of blue and yellow here and there. There was a lid at the top but it wouldn’t budge. Warrior had tried.

“A children’s toy?” Time suggested, for it certainly looked like one. Neither he nor Warrior had ever seen one like it, however, so how were they to know?

Warrior tapped it then rotated the handle in a full circle. What appeared to be music, distorted and choppy, was projected from the box.

It was rewinding, the two realized. Warrior continued turning the crank. The short, snippets, of the shrill and jerky tune continued until the handle jerked to a stop. Warrior tried turning it again, but it wouldn’t move.

“I think it’s finished rewinding, War,” Time said.

Warrior released the crank and the lever began moving on its own. An eerie tune, high-pitched and sharp, filled the room. Warrior tilted his head, peering closer at the object of his interest.

The longer the music played, the more tension began to build within both Heroes. As if they were waiting for something to happen.

The apprehension grew and grew. The tune was both suspenseful and haunting, telling of something to come. It made Warrior uncomfortable and uneasy to listen to. His stomach churned, his heartbeat picking up pace as the melody became more intense.

When the music began to die down, Warrior leaned forward to stop the handle from rotating when the lid suddenly burst open and a terrifying, devilish, face painted on a sphere shot up from within the confines of the box at him.

Warrior reacted almost violently. His hands and arms flailed, his feet scrambling away and tripping over one another, and body careening back as if performing a wild dance. With a startled yelp, Warrior frantically scrabbled with the box and lid, trying vainly to shut it, but was unable to. His movements were too jerky and too quick.

The sudden and most unexpected surprise took its toll on him.

He was sent crashing onto the floor, the white cubical box toppling over and falling alongside him. Warrior instinctively kicked it away. The object skidded towards Time, who sent it coasting in a different direction.

He hadn’t appreciated the unpleasant surprise awaiting them when the music came to an end.

With a dark scowl, Time shot the offending toy a glare that more-often-than-not served to shut Legend up before he focused his attention on Warrior. His entire demeanor softened when he saw Warrior in a heap on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the item. The Old Man could tell his heart was thumping frantically in his chest.

“That thing is a toy for kids?!” Warrior breathlessly exclaimed.

But...replaying the unfettered spectacle from before...Time couldn’t help it.

The look on Warrior’s face when the thing shot out at him...

Priceless!

The split second it took for Warrior to realize something was springing up at him...

The widening of his eyes, the shriek, the flailing of limbs...

He began to laugh.

It started as a deep chuckle, rumbling through his chest, and increasing in volume until the room was enveloped by his mirth.

Warrior took a few seconds to calm himself down, his breathing returning back to normal. He glowered up at Time as the elder Hero curled an arm around his aching stomach.

Although he knew he’d never forget this wondrous moment, Time wished he’d had Wild’s Sheikah Slate to preserve this most amusing memory... Ah well...it certainly did make for an entertaining story to share around the campfire.

“Yeah, yeah,” Warrior grumbled, sorely embarrassed and irritated. He huffed, crossing his arms like a petulant child although the twitching of his lips belied his true feelings, “Laugh it up, Old Man...Laugh it up.”

And Time did.

~~~~~~~~

Four crept along the faded wall stretching the entire length of the corridor. He moved carefully, with the precaution of a hunter knowing he might have possibly become the hunted.

Earlier that night, Four had awoken to find Wind absent from their room. When he’d glanced over to Hyrule’s bed, he found the humble traveler had also vanished. After consulting with Red, Blue, and Vio, it was decided Four would go in search of them.

And so, here he was, scouring the depths of the inn in the hopes of finding the missing Links.

The soft, barely perceptible, footfalls following behind him with just as much caution alerted him to the fact that Legend accompanied him still.

The two had run into one another a little into Four’s search and both elected to stick together.

Neither of them voiced of their growing discomfort in staying in the inn, but Wind’s voice, Wind’s words, and his refusal to remain rang clearly in their minds.

‘It’s dead silent,’

Four had to keep from startling violently upon hearing Blue’s voice murmuring in his mind.

‘Did you have to say dead?’ Vio griped ungratefully.

‘Oh, Vio,’ Red tremulously whispered, ‘Don’t tell me you’re afraid!’

If they were physically there along with him, Four knew Red would have been clutching onto Vio.

‘Not at all,’ Vio was quick to say, soothing Red’s rising fear and nervousness.

‘Sure you’re not,’ Blue smirked, poking some fun at an unappreciative Vio.

‘Blue, so help me I will-’

‘Not. Now.’ Four cut off the threat before Vio could finish. His steps faltered when the warm glow from Legend’s lantern began to dim. At first, Four thought it was his imagination until he found himself struggling to see a few feet in front of him.

The lantern’s light flickered, threatening to go out. It tried its hardest to combat the darkness, but its weakened beams could no longer pierce its thick hide.

Four heard Legend muttering behind him. Disgruntled and more-or-less annoyed, Legend tinkered with the lantern.

Four listened and watched the heavenly glow flicker on then off...on...and off.

He did not particularly like it.

He jumped when a weight settled on his shoulder and snapped his head back to see Legend’s form, barely distinguishable in the low-light.

Legend’s lantern had completely snuffed out. It was only the pearl rays of the moon seeping through the windows that now lit the dreary and grey corridors.

“Relax,” Came Legend’s irked voice, no louder than a mutter, “It’s just me.”

‘Or is it?’

‘BLUE!’

Four flinched at Vio’s thunderous bellow and Red’s wail.

“Yeah, I know.” Four tersely replied aloud, rubbing at his throbbing temples. Legend’s grip tightened.

“You doing alright?” The concern was carefully hidden, but it was there.

Four managed a tight-lipped smile although Legend couldn’t see it.

“Headache.” He offered by way of explanation.

The curt responses about as short as Four was tall made Legend frown. He knew better than to press, and so, let it slide. Gesturing with his head, the snarky Hero directed Four’s attention to a partially opened door,

“There’s a room there,” Not to mention it was lit, “Maybe Hyrule and Wind are inside.”

Well, it was worth a shot. Who knew where Wind and Hyrule’s midnight wanderings might have taken them? Four believed Wind was unable to get a wink of sleep and had gotten up to leave, possibly rousing Hyrule in the process. Knowing Hyrule’s gentle heart, the humble traveler most likely accompanied the Sailor out and to wherever they’d disappeared off to.

Who knew how long ago that had been?

Together, Four and Legend made their way towards the room. There was a sliver of bluish-white light streaking across the wooden floor, emanating from the crack in the doorway and Four felt uneasiness churning in the pit of his stomach.

He stubbornly quashed it down.

‘That’s no ordinary lamplight,’

‘Blue, you’re commentary is unneeded,’

‘I don’t like it.’ Red declared with a finality, ‘Green, don’t go anywhere near it!’

Four could’ve sweat-dropped.

‘He’s going for it,’

‘Yes, Blue,’ Vio drawled wearily, ‘Why don’t you narrate Green’s tale for us as it plays out before our very own eyes,’

Four felt the snideful remark coming as Blue bristled, but he was never given the chance to fire it when Legend reached in front of Four and pushed the door open with hardly any qualm. The red-clad Hero then stalked inside without a care, leaving Four to stride in after him.

“It’s polite to knock first, enter second, Legend,” Four deadpanned.

Legend waved a hand dismissively in the air, “The door was open. That’s enough of an invitation for me.”

Four could have face-palmed.

‘He does have a point,’

‘Really, Vio?’

Blue snickered.

None of them could argue against Legend’s logic.

Four shivered, goosebumps crawling over his skin as an unearthly chill encompassed his form. He loosely hugged himself, rubbing his hands up and down his arms. The temperature difference between the hall and this bedroom was considerable and incredibly notable.

“Whew,” Legend exhaled, his breath fogging up the air, “Did someone leave a window open?”

“It’s not that cold outside, Legend,” Four could see his own breath also. The small, puffs of a wispy cloud appeared before his face before fading into nothingness.

Both shuddered as chills raced down their spines but the Heroes chalked it up to the wintry breeze gusting about the small chamber. It nipped at them unforgivingly as they studied the small space.

An old, metallic bed, balcony doors with moth-eaten curtains, a vanity with a clouded mirror, and walls with peeling paint. The sight was rather unnerving. The atmosphere of the room itself was ominous and eldritch. It made them uncomfortable. Creaks and groans were muffled by the howling wind outside.

“Spooky much?” Legend huffed out a short laugh, furiously dragging his hands along the length of his folded arms. Four didn’t feel particularly inclined to comment. He didn’t like this room.

“This room gives me the creeps,” Four found himself admitting aloud. His cobalt gaze swept here and there, searching. For what, he wasn’t sure, “Wait a moment…” His brows drew together and he flashed Legend a confused look, “Where’s the light coming from?”

The room was dark and grey, with no hint of the bluish-white light they’d previously seen anywhere to be found.

Legend’s back was turned towards him, but when Four voiced the question, he paused and glanced back at the shorter Hero.

He pursed his lips together, scanning the interior and searching for any lights. There was an old, broken, lamp decorating one of the night stands beside the bed. The only plausible object that could have made the glow.

But it wasn’t lit.

“That...I don’t know.” He shrugged, clearly unfazed. Four wondered exactly how experienced a Hero Legend was if he was this calm about matters. His been-there-done-that attitude towards everything was quite well-known among the Links and spoke a great deal on Legend’s behalf.

Not of his adventures, but of his experience. He was a veteran. A Hero well-rehearsed in travel, battle, and adventuring.

Four’s attention was then drawn to the second night table barely peeking from behind the bed. He was about to look away when his mind processed exactly what he’d seen.

Four did a double-take.

‘I’m not the only one who sees that, right?’ He asked the others just to ensure he wasn’t going crazy.

‘Nope.’ Blue replied first, popping the ‘p.’

‘Not at all.’ Vio casually answered second.

‘I was hoping you guys would say it was our imagination.’ Red sighed forlornly.

Four released a breath, “This place must be haunted.”

Legend scoffed, “Please. I was messing with the lantern to freak you out.”

Four gives him a cool look and pointed, “Then how do you explain that?”

Legend followed the direction his finger pointed and saw a book hovering in thin air, as if something were holding it there.

He blinked.

It was still floating.

He blinked again.

Still there.

Legend nodded slowly, surmising, “This place must be haunted.”

Without warning, the book slammed against the mattress and the cover flew open. Some unseen force began to rifle through the pages, skimming through them at record speed. The wispy sounds resembling hisses filled the room as the pages fluttered wildly.

“Nope,” Four and Legend chimed as one. They spun on their heels to exit the room, but the balcony doors suddenly burst apart and the bedroom door slammed shut.

The lock turned on its own, barricading them inside.

Four and Legend shared a look. An unearthly, bluish-white light began to encompass the bedroom, the brightness gradually intensifying.

“We’re not alone.”

“Poe?” Legend suggested, unwilling to believe otherwise. Four inclined his head,

“Makes sense.”

They’d had experience with those, and they were tricksters.

“Alright then.That makes things simple.” Legend started digging through his pack, searching for a weapon of some kind to combat the mischievous creature belonging to another, lesser-known, world. He grasped his bow and a handful of arrows, tugging them out. He saw Four readying his sword and turned with an arrow already nocked and ready to fly.

Determination flared in his eyes but what Legend saw made him pause and his face to fall slightly. The ghastly sight, the inhuman entity his eyes fell upon, the decrepit and decayed form...

“Um, Four…”

“Hm?” The shorter of the two turned round, sword ready and looked up in time to catch what Legend was staring at. He took a step back in mingled alarm and surprise, “That is not a poe..!”

If Legend had been listening closely, he would have caught the multiple intonations and slight distortion of Four’s voice. As if three other voices had combined with his own and become one.

But he hadn’t.

“You don’t say,” Legend sarcastically groused, readying his bow once more.

A haunting, coarse and hair-rising cackle pierced the stillness of the night, closely followed by a wolf’s resonating howl.

~~~~~~~~

Deep in the winding and labyrinthine halls of the inn, a humble traveler clad in brown and green was struggling to find his way back to his room after having wandered a bit too far from it. He’d passed the lobby twice, the stairway once, and somehow ended up outside of Road’s End in a foggy cemetery.

Tombstones of varying shapes and sizes littered the earth. Some weathered, others worn down by age, and few crumbling apart. Words once inscribed into the stone were hardly legible. Symbols and letters joined together, making it near impossible to understand what was engraved on them.

The traveler was not at all bothered by the sight. Moreso, he was grieved. He could tell the town had suffered hardships and the inhabitants most likely struggled to make a living. He wouldn’t be surprised if this place had once been a bright and merry destination for weary travelers to spend the night and rejuvenate their strength.

He turned round and made his way back into the inn, searching for any kind of map he could find. Surely, this inn had one. The lobby was empty, with no sign of a clerk at the desk or the woman from before. Hyrule thought they might have retired for the night.

He ascended the stairs, unable to recall whether or not they were the same he’d taken with the other Heroes. That was when he passed the spot where Legend had broken a part of the wall.

Well...At least he knew he was going in the right direction.

Hyrule idly drifted down the corridor. Surely, his room was somewhere around here. Earlier, Hyrule had woken to find Wind absent from the room. He’d felt strongly impressed to go in search of the Sailor, and so, Hyrule slipped from the comfort of his bed and made sure not to wake the mumbling Four as he left.

Of course, as he was prone to, Hyrule took many wrong turns. Although...was it possible for him to take wrong turns if he wasn’t sure where Wind might be? Not to mention this place was certainly creepy. More-often-than-not, Hyrule felt as though there were invisible eyes watching him. The portraits hanging on the walls almost seemed to follow his every movement.

Hyrule ignored the sensations. He figured if Wind wasn’t in the room, he’d wake Time and the others. He wasn’t comfortable with the thought of Wind wandering the dreary Inn alone and in the middle of the night.

He wasn’t sure what it was, but there was a feeling of foreboding that told him something was amiss.

He jumped when a drawer from a nearby dresser flew open. His body tensed, his head snapping round to stare at the dresser in something akin to shock. Before his very eyes, the drawer slammed back shut. The sound was almost deafening.

Hyrule blinked rapidly.

“What..?”

Had he...

Had that...

What..?

Hyrule shook his head, his unruly hair becoming even more disarrayed.

“Ghosts..?” He murmured to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. A nervous tick that seemed to be inherent to the Links. An uncertain smile grew on his lips as he tried to brush it off.

He didn’t feel particularly scared. No. He’d spent the majority of his time as a Hero running away from mobs of monsters that flooded his Hyrule. What was a ghost compared to them?

That was when a chill raced down his spine and the hair on the back of his neck rose. His heart began to thunder and Hyrule had the uncomfortable feeling that there was something coming up behind him.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look-

He chanted in his mind.

But curiosity tinged with fear won him over. The urge to peek grew overwhelming and before he knew it, Hyrule was slowly turning his head to glimpse past his shoulder in the length of the corridor behind him.

What he saw made his eyes widen and his jaw to drop. Never in his short life had he ever witnessed such a strange and terrifying sight.

There was a pulsing cloud of darkness racing towards him. It sped up the stairs he’d climbed seconds before and came diving towards him.

RUN!

Hyrule jolted violently and before he knew it, his body was moving. His feet barely grazed the ground as he fled from whatever pursued him with such vigor. The all-encompassing voice that seemed to come from all around and within him echoed in his ears, urging Hyrule to quicken his pace in order not to be overcome by the dense mass of impenetrable darkness.

Hyrule took back his words from before.

This was worse than being chased by hordes of monsters!

Somewhere in the distance, Hyrule heard a wolf’s sonorous howl.

Wolfie!

Hyrule would recognize the wolf anywhere! Immense relief flooded over him as Hyrule took a sharp turn around a corner and raced in the direction the howl had come from.

Don’t look back. Don’t look back. Whatever you do, do NOT look back.

Hyrule knew. It was drilled into his mind. Looking back only slowed one down. But it took a lot of strength and steely determination not to give into the temptation to see how close the darkness was in swallowing him up.

His booted feet thumped against the floor at the same pace as his heart was beating. He swerved around another corner, cobalt orbs catching sight of the darkness coming up behind him.

He faced forward when-

CRASH!

Hyrule flailed as he was flung back from the force of the collision. Agonizing pain exploded in his nose, spreading through his face and causing Hyrule to instinctively throw up a hand to hide the bloodied mess from view. His eyes watered as the smarting bone intensified.

He couldn’t allow the pain to distract him however, and although his vision was now horribly blurred by tears, Hyrule knew he needed to move.

He scrambled to his feet, tugging his hand away to find there was a good deal of blood on it.

Definitely a broken nose.

“Hyrule!” A familiar voice cried in surprise and alarm. Hyrule whipped his head in the direction it had come from in time to see a blue and blonde blur racing his way with a dark brown blur beside it. “Run, Hyrule!”

Wind!

And Wolfie!

Before Hyrule could say anything or react, the wide-eyed Sailor caught hold of Hyrule’s left hand and jerked him along. He started running and it was then Hyrule noted the sheer terror etched into the younger boy’s face.

“Wind?” He breathlessly managed to say.

“Just keep running, Hyrule!” Was all Wind said, gasping sharply as his ribs protested against the continuous running. His lungs were struggling to take in whatever air they could.

Ignoring the pain bursting in his nose, Hyrule asked,

“What are we running from?”

If Wolfie was running...Then whatever it was couldn’t be good.

“Does it matter?” Wind very nearly squeaked. “Right now, I’m too occupied in staying alive to care!”

That...made Hyrule incredibly uneasy.

“Oh, look!” Wind cried in relief, pointing with his free hand. They dashed down the corridor at a remarkable speed, “A room!”

Wolfie barked sharply and Wind nodded in agreement.

“We can make it!”

And with that encouragement, the three flew into the room and Wind flung the heavy door shut and immediately locked it.

Something heavy slammed against it, causing Hyrule to jump back. Wind backed away, nervous and antsy.

Wolfie crouched low and growled fiercely.

“Wolfie...” Wind’s shuddering voice tore at Hyrule to hear and made him all the more terrified. The great beast straightened then trotted to Wind’s side, nudging the Sailor reassuringly.

“What...” Hyrule swallowed thickly, “What’s out there?”

Wind could only shake his head, eyeing the door warily.

“We don’t know.” The youngest Hero turned around to see if there was an escape from the room only to freeze in place when his eyes fell on something. An object that caused all color to drain from his face and horror to steal over his featured. A haunted look entered his eyes.

“Wind?” Hyrule stepped up beside him, worriedly gripping his shoulder. Wolfie whined softly, nosing at Wind’s arm. Both beast and Hylian followed Wind’s line of sight to find a single table positioned before a great, wide, window. The full moon peered inside from the top frame, its luminescent rays filtering into the room.

Atop the round table, positioned in the exact center, was...

“An Hourglass...” Wind breathed in disbelief, voice catching. Hyrule didn’t like the tone he’d used. Wolfie didn’t like the tone he’d used. Both moved closer to the Sailor in concern.

Why did a simple hourglass earn such a powerful reaction from Wind?

“No...” Wind shook his head, pained and pierced Hyrule with a pleading look. “I’m imagining it, right?”

Hyrule found he wished he could tell him so. He wished he could assure the Sailor that the Hourglass wasn’t there.

But then...that would be a lie.

His silence was all Wind needed. His face crumpled in dismay and his shoulders slumped.

“The Phantom Hourglass...” He whispered, wanting with every fiber of his being to curl up and disappear.

But he couldn’t.

~~~~~~~~

Somewhere within the deepest and darkest entrenches of the inn...

A mirror cracked.

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How to be a Queen [Part 17]

Summary: Princess Zelda is at a loss. Her handed royal responsibilities have begun to weigh heavily on her and she is eventually backed into a corner. Live a life she loathes or run away from everything she’s ever known? Navigating life is hard, and Link forces her to learn that she doesn’t have to do it alone.

Warning: Mentions of death.

Part 1

How To Be A Queen

There were some things in this world that convinced me that the world made no sense. It was purposefully confounding to throw you off. It trifled with your daily expectations for the mere goal of amusement, whether it be the will of the goddesses or not, there was an aspect of life that compelled me to believe some force had a personal slight against me. It wasn’t obvious either. Whatever it was toyed in moderation, like scouring the house for a cup of sugar only to realize it was already on the countertop and you wasted an hour. The apathy of walking into a doorway to immediately forget your reasoning for going there in the first place, then having to turn back because your memory decides to be helpful ten minutes too late. Or, perhaps, when your mind dwells too long on a bitter person and their presence being within the very next door you walk through.

Then, those strange forces turn their back for a while. They leave you in paranoia and wonder how long they will be gone because you know it won’t be forever. And now, as I sit in a chair, hair dampened from the rain and a fireplace to the side of the small house I think that maybe instead of leaving they wanted to give their old antics a twist.

Rauru Gaepora busied himself at the table, flipping through a book with spectacles ready to slip off his nose at the slightest of movements. Habit told me to initiate empty conversation, however when I opened my mouth to comment about the humble room, he looked over with a stare that clammed up any words in my throat. He turned his attention back towards the book. I pursed my lips together.

My soaked stockings hung in front of the fire and a bubbling pot within the hearth. It smelled divine, which was ironic with the Temple of Time behind the small village of holy missionaries. The heavens were still spilling open outside and the light from the fire barely escaped the mantel with the shrouding darkness the rainclouds caused; night had fallen halfway into the day. It was a wonder how the old man could read from candlelight alone.

Rauru’s chair scraped against the wood floor and my neck snapped up at the sound. He sniffed, closing the book with one hand and looked over his spectacles at me.

“You’re hungry, I presume?”

Without waiting for my answer, he had already submerged the silver ladle into the broth and poured me a bowl.

I nodded in reverence, “Thank you, Father Rauru.”

My numb hands wrapped themselves around the warm bowl but it didn’t budge. I looked up in question. The old man stared down at my hands with a quizzical brow. “That boy isn’t feeding you?”

His gruff voice “humphed” as an afterword.

“Oh, it’s actually quite the contrary,” I said after a short laugh. “You see, I was fairly insistent on scaling the slope as quickly as we could and well – I got distracted.”

Rauru kept his stare and tapped my hand, “Some things never change with you, Zelda.”

“No, and I will take that as a compliment,” I took the bowl from him as he laughed lowly and sat in the rocking chair across from me.

White, bushy brows crowed his forehead. “You really ought to understand your father for keeping you so sheltered for he knew the wild heart your mother had.”

Up until three years ago, Father Rauru had been the religious advisor to the king. He had extensive practice with the ancient manuscripts and was well-renowned with anyone who was even partially devout. In my case, he was also my religious studies teacher since I was a toddler. And if anyone asked him, perhaps a part-time nanny as well. It had conveniently slipped my conscience that he was still taking an extended stay at the temple to strengthen his bond with the goddesses. Every priest was to do a pilgrimage to the Great Plateau with each decade, but not far into his own trek Rauru had made the decision to cut ties with the court in turn for paying religious reverence.

“Sunday service has been rather boring since you left,” I said, cooling a spoonful of soup. He looked towards the rafters at this remark, “Good. What you say is boring will leave some motivation to actually pay attention.”

I smiled. He didn’t change much either.

The door swung open as lightning struck outside. I jumped at the clattering and the scuffling of boots. Link fought the wind and shut the door. His cloak was dripping wet with one faintly lit lantern in one hand. He mumbled an apology when he turned to find two pairs of eyes on him.

“Do you plan to freeze by the door or join us by the fire, boy?” The old man deadpanned at his awkward idling.

Link bowed his head and left his cloak at the threshold. Once he pulled up a chair, I watched him with worry. The cloak didn’t do much to protect him, it seemed like he was drenched to the bone. I passed him my bowl of broth, but he pushed it away – not without staring at it longingly afterword.

“I’m fine, Zelda,” he started, gripping his knee with a vice. To keep from shivering, no doubt. We were in a warmer region, but it was still the tail end of winter. “It took a bit longer to find the stables in the rain.”

“Is Cozmo okay?” I asked in a softer voice with genuine concern.

Link rolled his eyes, “Being pampered, I’m sure.”

“I take it you’ve met the stable boys?” Rauru watched us with a bemused voice. “They’ve just started their training and have already proved to be too energetic for the temple. Please, Sir Knight, help yourself to the cooking. It must have been a journey to drag this princess across the country! I see she’s already named the horse.”

Link nearly jumped out of his chair and sprinted to the broiling pot.

I glared at Rauru, “I’m not that bad! And there’s no dragging about it.” Then, I turned to Link who was trying his best to avoid a mess. “Now am I, Link? Tell him.”

He looked between the old man and I. “Ah,” he paused, “It’s more of her dragging me.”

Rauru nodded as if he completely understood. I bristled at his lack of support but forced myself to settle in the seat. Our host relaxed and closed his eyes, “So… there was no kidnapping then-”

Link stood straight up. We stared wide eyed at each other.

He continued, “-that’s good. Very good indeed.”

“Kidnap?” Link echoed before I could.

The priest opened an eye, “Oh, you haven’t heard?” I groaned and set aside the bowl. Thoughts and assumptions about his words rambled in my head. He truly didn’t change. At all.

“Father Rauru, please. What do you mean?”

Link sat down with a frozen expression. We exchanged another glance.

“Nearly one month ago,” he began, taking his time and enjoying our reactions. “I received a letter from the king about keeping an eye out for the princess. Immediately I assumed it was about your own rebellious nature, but then he mentioned a knight and went on the ramble excessively about fearing your safety and whatnot.” Rauru waved a hand as if to dismiss my father’s words. “The Commander General cleared it up. I swear, Zelda, your uncle can read his brother like a book. I do believe I received a follow-up to quell any panic a half-day later.

“We are fortunate, yes,” he grumbled to himself while mindlessly stroking his beard. “Very fortunate indeed.”

At least the news of being a kidnapper didn’t scare away Link’s appetite. By the time the priest was finished with his spiel, Link had downed his first serving and rose for the second after a polite inquiry to the cook. “I was going to ask about the lack of wanted posters,” then he added more quietly. “The army’s motivation hadn’t declined that steeply since I left, had it?”

“Ah, well. I’m sure the marriage will turn out to be far more agreeable in the future,” Rauru lamented nonchalantly. I stared. Link stared - probably regretting how each trip to the pot seemed to bring about undesirable conversation. He stood by the mantel this time and I almost shook my head at his debating to eat the broth anyway.

My gaze flickered from Rauru to Link and back, “Have I missed a wedding?”

The thing about Rauru Gaepora was that he loved making people wait. Every experienced member of the court has remarked at least once before how the man seemed to have stayed the constant age of being a senile old geezer for the past two decades, but only a fool would assume his state of mind was a direct reflection. He used his age as an excuse to make people suffer further impatience without the ability to call him out. The holy aspect of his person made it all the much worse for those who didn’t know him.

His laughter was slow, “How horribly inconvenient it would be to miss your own wedding! Although I always dreamed of ordaining such a union.”

My eyes were bulging out of my head now and Link stayed motionless in the corner.

That was when it clicked.

The bowl. My hands. More specifically the lack of rings.

“Rauru, I am not married!” I nearly squealed. The addressed man feigned surprise, “Not to this strapping young man that whisked you away from your home?”

Link choked on the broth, turning to the mantel to keep from spitting across the room.

“Rauru that is hardly-”

Count to ten, Zelda. The grin on his face was true this time, the guise of being a clueless saint was gone. Along with it was the distinct laughter only a large statured man could bellow, also revealing his intentions.

He heaved a sigh after calming down from the fit. Link was still coughing up a lung. “I haven’t lost my game, now have I?” He said as I gathered my bowl with a glare.

“Unfortunately not.”

“Pray tell, Zelda,” he started. “What caused you to leave home so suddenly? It’s evident no foul play was involved.”

Rauru’s eyes were softer. His fun had been had. I didn’t answer immediately. Thoughtlessly, I stirred the wooden spoon in my bowl and watched the contents mix together in a swirl. Hadn’t he mentioned it had been a month already? It certainly didn’t feel like it. My gaze drifted to Link, who peered through the window where the storm still continued its onslaught and then expectantly at me. It didn’t feel like scrutiny from him, more like a gentle witnessing. My pulse leapt.

“A culmination of many things,” I swallowed, looking at neither. My reasonings seemed to mount with each day. I glanced up at Rauru, “I’m not sure if I can follow Father’s footsteps like he wants me to. I needed a break he wouldn’t permit. And well…”

“And this young lad has taken up to guiding you. Now you’re here.”

I nodded.

Link set his bowl aside with a wry smile, “Not without its hitches.” I laughed softly. He didn’t elaborate. Rauru looked between us. Unexpectantly, he didn’t ask about the statements. Without judgement or conviction in his voice, “Do you want to be queen?”

Father Rauru didn’t seem bothered by the question. Instead, incredibly relaxed as if it were a simple inquiry. I blinked. No one had ever asked me that before. Feeling my palms get sweaty, I chewed my bottom lip. When I thought of Hyrule’s queen, I saw my mother. Her hair was always pinned high on her head with light curls that were impossibly perfect, wise eyes, and a voice I desperately wanted to recall. It had been so long, but I still remember how it made me feel.

“There is strength in knowing your limitations, Zelda. The kingdom won’t fall to pieces. The Council will convene to find the successor.”

I met him with a fierceness, “With all due respect, Father Rauru, but I’m not a fool. The Council is arrogant and care only for their self-interests.”

But he knew that because he was the one who told me. A gleam in his eye caught my words. “Do you want to be queen, Zelda?”

My forehead creased. There was only one answer.

Before I could remotely think of how to appease this interrogation, Rauru arose. “Would anyone care for tea?”

“That would be nice,” Link said almost too quickly. I gave the priest a weak smile and stayed in the fire’s warmth, smoldering in thought.

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“Thank you again for your hospitality. We’re indebted to you, Father Rauru,” Link said with a kind smile. Tea had lasted far longer than it should have. The two men had bonded over old scriptures for at least two hours. Apparently, half the time I had nodded off on Link’s arm.

“Think nothing of it,” Rauru Gaepora waved him off. “I am deeply sorry I can’t host you two overnight. It’s such a shame they don’t build bigger cottages for lonely old priests. I will expect to see you again before you leave, Zelda?”

I mustered up a polite smile, albeit sleepy. “Yes, thank you.”

The rain had let up significantly, only a slight drizzle remained. After bidding goodbye, I let out an exasperated noise. “I thought I was going to die. I thought you didn’t read, Link.”

It wouldn’t take too long to get to the inn. According to Link, he had already booked their rooms and it was just up the road. The night was dark, though, and I didn’t care to stray far from his side. He winced at my comment, “Did you expect me to be all muscles and no brains? Ouch. I know I’m just a simple soldier boy, but still.”

“No! It’s just… I don’t know!” Embarrassment touched my cheeks and he seemed amused by it.

“Your uncle gave me more books than I can count.”

I hummed, “Oh, yes. He is a bit of a history nerd. Do you think he’s grooming you? You’ll turn into a little Nathaniel Nohansen.”

“You think? I’m almost positive he enjoys pop quizzes and seeing the absolute horror in my face.”

I nodded astutely, “I can see it now. He’ll make you change your name to Junior. Perhaps, give you a pair of those abhorrent glasses of his. Next thing you know you’re balding and have a strange craving for scones with honey.”

His laughter was everything. I found myself watching him. Link’s hair was still damp, but his eyes were bright and alive. Almost too easily, I leaned into him as we walked. My fingers grazed his own, interlacing lazily. Warmth and delight. He responded without words, pulling my hand closer and creating the hold seamless.

Link squeezed my hand before he spoke. “I only got one room. We’re not doing horribly money wise, but I’d like it to stretch out longer.”

“Okay.”

“It should have two beds.”

I pursed my lips. “Can we push them together?”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

A grin caught my lips, “I’ll just do it myself, then.”

Suddenly, he stopped walking and pulled me back lightly. I waited, not wanting to part from his touch. Link’s eyes were serious. A stoic blue that somehow made me fear getting lost in them. “Can I kiss you?”

My breath got lost in my lungs as I looked up at him. Even in the dark, I was sure his gaze would make any woman, and surely a good bit of men, swoon – especially me. “Must you ask?” My voice was weaker than before.

With the smallest of smiles, he enraptured me in a kiss. The darkness of the world dimmed darker and the flowers of my life bloomed brighter. His lips were gentle, but not cautious of my own. It dwelled inside me that Link was, ineffably, a companion that I would never want to part with. In that moment, it was realized to me that my heart would need to be torn before I willingly left his side.

Even that grew quiet as he kissed me against the stone wall of the Temple of Time.

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Little Wonders

Starter for @algrimthestrong | Written to this | Chapter 1

1991, August 10th. Rock Creek Park. With summer coming to an end and fall just starting to begin, the air was much cooler and dryer than it had been the whole season. Yellowing greens and the sounds of soft footsteps muffled by the fallen leaves and insect song imprinted strongly into the young boy’s eidetic mind. Lise had taken in a deep breath, scenting damp and the nature around him.

His family had came to Washington, D.C. a month before his birthday, to fulfil some father-son bonding ritual Daniel was intent on having since he was allowed to take a vacation from his work, so this was the boy’s first time experiencing this change of season in America. His mother had remained in the city to do her shopping, while his father - Daniel - brought him to the park to teach him its history and how to recognise the tracks of the different wildlife here.

Or at least, that was how it was supposed to be.

Daniel had went to secure horses for them both, leaving Lise to his own devices. Bored, the young child found a secluded corner and started playing with magic. Though his mother always told him not to do so without her supervision, he truly couldn’t resist satisfying his curiosity about whether or not there would be a difference using his ability in a different land. Besides, he made sure there was no one else around. Gathering energy, Lise threw little spells without a sign of fatigue, seemingly unlimited by how much energy he could collect from his surroundings. It was crude, blunt even, but that was only because the boy was untrained still.

But in an instant, without being aware of anything, Lise had already lost consciousness.

The next time he woke, he found himself dangling by his shirt in some dark hallway. His mind felt heavy, as he listened to two people talking next to him, one of them being the person holding him like this. Then, that person’s hand came closer, drawing his attention and causing him to look up at it as it covered his small face and also reveal that he had already regained consciousness. Lise’s big grey eyes shrunk to silver pinpricks, sensing his natural glamour shatter and his half form brought to light. Tiny white ears peeked out of white hair bleached from brown and nine tails spilled out from his pants behind him. His fingernails too, sharpened slightly into small, slightly dangerous, opal claws. But throughout all this, he felt like lead, unable to feel fright like he thought he would. The hand holding him shoved him into the other man.

“… Where am I?” Lise clutched onto the cloth, concerned about falling to the floor. His pupils had dilated back to its original size as he looked up at the one holding him this time. Again, he felt calm, but as the footsteps of the one who shoved him over went further and further away, the fear that made his heart beat harder started bubbling up, adding a light of confusion and worry to those bright silver eyes.

Dark eyes pinned the child with wary intrigue, watching as what had been hidden was forcibly brought to light. Vulpine ears, as white as snow. Nine tails, agile and sleek. The claws, while still tiny and short, seemed sharp enough to open a man’s throat. Not quite a hound but not a hunter either. A strange hybrid, a cross between man and beast, his small body heavily saturated with magic. A part of Algrim felt sorry for the boy, who had been taken from his world, snatched from his parents, thrust into a foreign world with no choice but to surrender to fate, the life he’d known forever barred to him.

Midgardian lore was rich with tales of babes stolen from their cribs, swapped for a changeling to spy upon the guileless parents. When the boy’s father would return to collect his child, he might, perhaps, notice an air of wickedness surrounding his offspring, a glint of malignity in the little one’s eyes that had not been there before, and yet he’d take the wretched thing home and treat it as his own flesh and blood.

The Accursed, Algrim knew, desired no son to follow in his footsteps, no heir who might threaten his reign. The boy was not meant to be a successor, but a slave. A tool. A puppet on strings to do the king’s bidding. A new and prestigious addition to Svartalfheim’s fabled bestiary.

The Lord of the Hunt, however, had neither the time nor the patience, let alone the emotional aptitude to rear a child, and so the mantle of raising the boy had fallen to Algrim; Algrim, whose children had perished in ice and snow, leaving the aggrieved father to live on in a world darkened by loss and sorrow. The boy was a burden and a blessing. A millstone round his neck to remind him of everything he had lost, and a precious gift to lighten his heavy heart.

He held the young whelp gently in his arms, watching his lord depart and disappear into the gloom of the castle. “You are in Svartalfheim, child.” Algrim’s tone was soft, gentle, comforting even as he turned his gaze back on the boy, watching large, innocent eye peer up at him with confusion and fear. How long had it been since he’d last held a child in his arms? An eternity, it seemed. A different life. The eyes of his children had been black, unreadable, the colour of obsidian just like his own, but the eyes of the boy were silver, shining as bright as starlight.

Algrim’s fingers splayed on the child’s back, adjusting his hold on the boy as the slightest of smiles graced the elf’s lips. “You are home.”

“Svartalfheim?” Repeated the child with perfect intonation, as large silver eyes took in the elder’s face. The smile and better support holding him helped soothe Lise’s mounting fears and the way he immediately started looking around them and back over his shoulder at the man leaving after being told he’s home, showed his quick understanding of the situation despite his age.

He had never heard of Svartalfheim, nor seen people like the one holding him, his gaze flitting at those pointed ears and hair as white as his against dark skin. Young as he, Lise couldn’t help trembling while he looked around again, as if searching for something. The quivering on his tiny tufted ears was most obvious, along with his tails which all curved downwards, tucked tight to his body. When those bright orbs returned to those dark ones, large with hope, another question fell from his lips again. “Is A- are.. my parents here?…” He asked quietly, changing how he addressed them to something more appropriate for people who weren’t family nor familiar with the language he used.

While Lise was still too young to hear of tales about changelings - his mother having started with stories originating from their homeland and gradually spreading from it - he had long been taught to be wary of being kidnapped. Recalling that he had been playing with magic just before this and how he was not supposed to - it was against the rules, his mother had once told him bad people would come take him away if he was found - the child was immediately both worried and regretting having done so earlier. He was wrong, he broke a rule and now he was taken away!

The boy was truly frightened now, even if the man holding him hadn’t done anything to harm him. He wished to see his parents, to tell them he was sorry for playing with magic and for his mother to scold him not to do it again, because that meant she’d be around to protect him. And that was why, he still clung onto the hope that they were here, enough to ask it aloud.

The flawless pronunciation with which the foreign word rolled off the boy’s tongue earned a look of approval from Algrim. “Svartalfheim,” he confirmed, “the realm of the Dark Elves. One of the Nine Worlds nestled amidst the roots and branches of Yggdrasil, the World Tree, of which Midgard – ‘Earth’ as you call it – is but one.” He lapsed into silence, granting the boy a chance to process what, without a doubt, was a lot to take in. He felt the child tremble in his arms, shaking like a leaf in the wind, distress and confusion reflecting on his young face.

The boy’s next question had Algrim’s features softening with sympathy. It was the bane of all children to think themselves invincible, to believe their parents would always be there to shield them from the evil in the world. Coming to realise their misconceptions was one of life’s hardest lessons to learn, and experience could be a cruel teacher. The little fox was still young, though. Young and pliant enough to be shaped and moulded to fit into his new life. “I am afraid not.” Algrim shook his head, carefully watching the boy for his reaction. He could easily relate to the child’s plight, the pain of separation and the despair that came with it as life as he had known it was torn asunder from one moment to the next.

There was, of course, the option of plying the distraught child with stories of uncaring parents who gave away their unloved offspring or traded the little one in for ample riches. Algrim, however, thought it best to tell the truth, to let the boy wail and grieve rather than risk building his fealty upon lies and deception.

“You are special, little one. So special that the king of the elves himself came to spirit you away.” He offered another smile, lightly rubbing the boy’s back. “Surely you heard about elves before? I heard our kind became quite popular on Midgard in the modern age.”

Gently, he set the boy down on his feet, both of his hands coming to rest on the young one’s shoulders as he stooped to speak to him at eye level. “The Accursed King sees great potential in you. You are to live with us and be taught the ways of the fae. I was appointed your guardian and mentor. You may call me Algrim.” Placing his index finger under the boy’s chin, he gently tilted the little one’s head up to look him in the eye. “What is your name, child?”

Dark Elves. Nine Worlds. None of those meant anything to the little fox, though the name Yggdrasil caught his ears in a familiar way. He remembered then, a short excerpt about western fables in the book of mythology his mother gave him. And it wasn’t wrong to say that elves were very popular back home either, what with them appearing in every fantasy game and how famous the Lord of the Rings were worldwide. But all Lise could hear was that his parents weren’t here and he clung onto that little hope just a few heartbeats longer as he fought the tears welling up in his eyes.

He was scared and clinging onto the elf who held him, trembling. For all the little boy’s pride and effort not to cry, his face soon scrunched up as crystalline tears ran down his delicately soft cheeks. He was wrong… he’s sorry… but his natural ability to sense truth that he himself did not yet understand ebbed strength out of the pup as he visibly wilted, ears and shoulders drooping and tails curling tighter. It was as if he was trying to make himself smaller and without a doubt, be hiding if he wasn’t held. The elf’s smile did little to soothe the boy’s grief, though the rubbing helped keep him calm as he started sniffing, a pup-like whine escaping from what little control he managed to have.

Lise didn’t want to be special. He already knew he was. That’s what his Eomma always said. And that was why he shouldn’t practice magic outside on his own. But he did.

Tightly curled fingers clutched the elf’s robes tightly even as he was placed down on the ground, reluctantly letting go to grab onto the front of his own shirt instead, a hand raising to wipe his sleeve over his eyes again and again. Both his blurry sight and sleeve couldn’t obscure how intent and kind those dark eyes were looking at him as his shaky sniffles gradually ceased. “Al-Algrim.” He repeated after the elf, pronunciation only marred by his weak voice and stuttering.

It took the boy a moment or two longer before he visibly made effort to gather his wits back together after his head was tilted up to look at Algrim properly. Blinking away his wet and sore eyes, Lise tried to stand taller, straightening his back even while his tails twisted together.

“Lise… my name is Lise…”

Compassion was in Algrim’s gaze as he watched the boy’s eyes fill with tears, feeling the child’s hold on him tighten with the strength of desperation as the elf’s words wormed their way into the little one’s mind. He let him cry. At times, crying was the best of medicines; to flush out the shock and sorrow, to wail and grieve, to let it all come out in a rush of tears and relief so acceptance could follow in its wake. The small, soft sound of distress that slipped past the young fox’s lips tugged at Algrim’s heartstrings with a poignancy that triggered a flood of memories. This time, he would not fail to protect the young life entrusted to his care. This time, he would keep the precious child safe from harm.

Giving the boy a moment to get his bearings after learning of his fate, Algrim stood back a little to watch him, noting the way he endeavoured to face his future with courage and dignity as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve before straightening his back to make himself look taller in the face of the tumble his life had taken. This one was strong. Proud. A fighter. Algrim could already tell that much. He could not keep the smile on his face from growing a fraction as the child repeated the name of his mentor to-be, testing its sound on his tongue, attempting to adapt to the situation rather than succumb to despair and cry for his mother to come take him home. Admirable.

“Lise,” Algrim repeated in turn, enjoying the ease which with the name flowed past his lips. He nodded approvingly at the little fox. “A beautiful name.”

He spent a moment carefully deliberating how to best introduce his protégé to the new environment he was to live in before reaching for little Lise’s hand, his fingers curling gently around the boy’s. There was no need to rush things. A well-fed, well-rested child would be far more susceptible to his teachings than a stressed one. “Well then, I suggest we get you a new attire, yes?” He paused to consider the child’s Midgardian clothes with a sceptical glance. “And then you can rest a little. How does that sound to you?”

Prompting Lise into tagging along with a gentle tug on his wrist, Algrim began leading the way through the castle’s labyrinthine passages, passing grim-looking guards and busy servants as they advanced deeper into the Accursed King’s realm. After a while, they arrived at a heavy wooden door which Algrim pushed open to usher the boy inside. “You will be staying with me for a while until I deem you ready to occupy your own quarters.”

The room was spacious and lavishly furnished. The dwindling light of the day filtered in through the gauzy curtains that framed several large, arched windows. The room was equipped with a bed, a heavy, elaborately carved desk, a smaller, lighter but no less intricately fashioned bureau, a table with several chairs, and a divan in front of a fireplace. Well-stocked bookcases lined the walls along with several cabinets, a dresser, and a full body mirror.

Letting go of Lise’s hand, Algrim turned to face the boy and gave him another warm smile. “Are you hungry, Lise?”

Lise. A beautiful name. The fox child latched onto the elder’s soothing baritone for comfort, white ears twitching in the dark Svartalfain halls. For a boy whom normally liked open spaces, the place suddenly felt too large and foreign. Lise huddled closer to Algrim’s side, clinging the moment his hand was taken.

Wide, soaked eyes peered up at the elf from near his hip, nodding to that suggestion merely in attempt to please. Honestly, Lise didn’t know what he should do. He wanted to try and get home. But fear and confusion reigned his little heart and mind and all he knew was this man was kind to him. So he followed the tug and through the many twists and turns, cataloguing the pathway and encounters in the back of his mind.

Ever the curious child, he couldn’t help stealing glances at the guards, servants and decorations, despite how they terrified him and sent him hiding into the skirts of Algrim’s robes with his little ears trembling. By the time they had reached the wooden door, the boy’s tails were all firmly tucked between his legs.

Into the new room he went with the elder and for the first time since he had woken, Lise found some form of security in his surroundings. The windows provided sufficient light unlike the shadowed hallways and there were no grim faced guards nor terrifying decorations. Unnoticed shallow breaths and rapid heartbeats gradually slowed and Lise loosened his tight grip on Algrim’s hand, just in time for it to be released.

Swivelling eyes which were looking around the room and soaking in every detail returned to the elder when he was addressed, pink lips parting slightly as his guard dropped even more at that smile. Even a child could recognise the elder’s beauty. Then his gaze fell and flitted back shyly, about to shake his head out of instinct to not be troublesome, when he felt his stomach gurgle.

His father had promised to bring him to the forest restaurant after the horse ride before he found himself here, not even knowing how long ago that was. Lise simply assumed the same amount of time passed was from the morning he was last awake on Earth to the coming dusk he now saw beyond the window.

Finally having a purpose instead of simply feeling lost, the boy squared his stance and looked back up at Algrim with determination and hope. “Yes!… Please!” He added after a second’s thought, remembering to be polite despite not having been offered food yet.

Curiously, Algrim watched the boy for his reaction, pleased to find Lise looking about the room with budding curiosity rather than trepidation. The younger they were, the better they adjusted to their new surroundings; the sooner they forgot about their old lives. His own heart ached with sympathy for the boy’s parents, who would have no choice but to live on, trapped in a never-ending cycle of grief, despair, and foolish hope, never to know of the fate that befell their little one. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, banishing the thought from his mind. This was neither the time nor the place for regrets.

He observed the young fox carefully, glad to see that Lise had lost some of his initial fear. Even his tails, which had been tightly twisted together and tucked between his legs in distress, seemed to have relaxed fractionally, he noted. A brief chuckle trickled past the advisor’s lips as little Lise’s stomach beat its owner to an answer, and he nodded approvingly as the dear boy made an effort to be polite.

As if on cue, the door opened and two servants came striding in, bearing silver platters with food and drink. None of them spared Algrim’s little guest a glance as they marched past. They set to work without preamble, dutifully laying out plates and silverware on the table and lighting the torches mounted on the walls, turning to bow low to their superior before departing again.

Algrim turned towards Lise with a smile. “Well then, dinner is served.” Taking the boy’s hand in his own, he led him to the table and helped him climb on one of the cushioned chairs. He went on to pour them each a drink, blackberry juice for Lise and wine for himself before taking the chair on the opposite end of the table.

Algrim had deemed it best to stick to dishes the boy might already be familiar with, saving the more exotic cuisine for when Lise had properly settled in and adjusted to his new life. On the table, a selection of roasted meats, steamed vegetables, baked potatoes, and sweet desserts was waiting to be enjoyed by the pair.

Now this was the crucial part, for only after the boy had consumed the enchanted faerie food would he truly belong to the realm, unable to ever leave. “Eat,” Algrim prompted gently, nodding encouragingly at Lise.

Not expecting to have his wish granted so soon, the little fox jumped with a startle and hid back into Algrim’s skirts, bolting behind him faster than he knew what he was doing. Staring at the servants coming to and fro, their appearance still so foreign to him, Lise couldn’t even pay attention to the food they brought in until he had made sure they left the room. Only then did his tension loosen and let himself be led to the table and helped onto a chair. He could jump on it, but he was also on the smaller side and Algrim’s aid meant being less clumsy and avoiding accidents.

Once there and able to see the spread on the table, his eyes brightened as he found comfort in familiar sights and scents, recognising the food offered. He was still making sure that he somewhat knew what meats and vegetables they were when Algrim spoke to him again, making him look up from the food and remember that he was hungry. With the faintest, hesitant smile, both in hope and ingrained manners, Lise nodded and answered as he picked up the utensils. “잘 먹겠습니다.” Jalmukesumneda. I will eat well. Such were the words to say to be polite at the table.

Still, he didn’t start eating. Holding his fork and spoon, he looked and waited for the elder to start patiently, ears starting to twitch left and right slowly along with his tails’ swaying, idling movements to help pass the time and hunger. Even though the child was very hungry, he naturally observed the customs his mother taught stringently. Subconsciously, the boy buried a newborn fear deep down in his heart, afraid of disobeying a rule again.

Algrim granted Lise a moment to take in the variety of dishes on the table, noting the look of bright-eyed wonder on the boy’s face at being offered what could well pass for a small feast.

The advisor caught himself smiling. This sweet, gentle-mannered child was very special - and that had nothing to do with the fact that Lise was a magical being. The boy was a rare gem, a diamond among pebbles, that only needed to be cut into shape and polished to brilliant perfection.

The wish to please was obvious in the boy’s demeanour, the phrase he uttered when picking up the cutlery a product of his strict and meticulous upbringing. Algrim moved his head in an almost imperceptible nod of approval. In a way, young Lise reminded him of— Algrim smothered the thought before it could blossom to life. If he began to view Lise through the eyes of a father, he’d throw objectivity to the wind, and this was something he could not permit himself. The boy was his responsibility. A task he had been charged with. An asset to groom and raise into a loyal follower of the Accursed, not a foster son to fill the void inside him.

“You may eat,” Algrim told the boy, seeking to dispel Lise’s hesitation (misgivings?) by offering a reassuring smile. “You need not be afraid.” Noticing the way Lise glanced at him, he realised the little fox was waiting for his host to start eating first despite his gnawing hunger. Whether such hesitation was born of fear, uncertainty, or politeness, Algrim could not say for certain. Reaching for a bowl of potatoes, he heaped some on his plate before proceeding to add spoonfuls of braised vegetables and a slice of venison. Algrim began to eat without hesitation, keeping his eyes on Lise to see whether the boy would follow his example.

Witnessing the elder eat, Lise started too. Though Algrim verbally gave him permission to do so, it simply confused the child even more when he was keeping so strictly to the rules he was brought up with. Thus he hesitated until he saw the given cue, almost pouncing on the food and helping himself to a share of them onto his own plate. Only his ingrained manners kept him from making a mess, naturally preferring meat over vegetables and other forms of food. He did take his greens however, just not as much as the other.

Digging in, the boy chewed as quickly as his tails wagged, eager to fill his grumbling stomach. The act of eating was comforting and the familiar food reassuring. It was with keen instinct that Lise focused greatly on his meal, to keep his fear and sorrow at bay, innocent to its true intent to chain him to this realm. Perhaps if he had known, he would not have wolfed down as fast as he did.

By the time he was done, though he had eaten more than he usually did, the amount was still not much. Yet it was also enough to give him a small contented belly. Sitting back in his chair and drinking water, Lise finally had the leisure to study Algrim and his surroundings once more and his large watery silver eyes rolled this way and that doing so. Of course, he was also waiting for the elder’s next instructions, not knowing what to do after meal when he was neither dismissed nor told to help wash the dishes.

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