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Chapter One: A Flash of Steel and Silver {Series Masterlist | Series Playlist ♫}

Series Summary: You've been called the Jewel of the Bay, a lady born and bred in one of the Royal Navy's most profitable ports of call. On a fateful summer night, taken aboard the pirate ship Starcatcher, your world is turned upside down. To survive, you must put your faith in the honor among thieves and learn to trust the devotion of a pirate to his most precious treasure.

Pairings: Jake x Reader, Sam x Danny, Josh x Reader | Chapter Word Count: 4.7k | Warnings: AU-typical violence, harassment, historically accurate misogyny

A/N: My sweethearts! This is my very first time doing an au like this, and I'm very excited to share it with you. I have no concrete plans for this series, and no update schedule - I'm just seeing where the wind takes me on this one. I know it's different from my other fics, but I really hope you like it! ♡

Pirates.

The word alone struck fear into the hearts of the people of Sapphire Bay, sending them inside to lock their doors and close the window shutters with a firm crack. Those devils marked by the branding iron were hated and feared, considered with a mix of awe and horror and morbid curiosity. To meet one meant certain death; for the superstitious, even to speak of one meant the calling down of hell’s rapacious wrath upon the new world’s fragile kingdom of islands. Everywhere, in hushed voices and cautious glances at the western horizon, people dreaded the coming of those demons. Pirates.

You had learned to fear them just as much as anyone, the threat of them always lingering in the back of your mind, but there was an insatiable curiosity that held you captive any time you so much as heard them mentioned. Your late father, the former governor of Sapphire Bay, had spoken of them often; you’d grown up on snatches of conversations heard from the other side of his study door, tales of murder and thievery and drunken escapades, stories of freedom and bravery and adventure.

Those stories had continued to fascinate you even as you became a woman, and you were more interested in them now than you had been as a child. Lucky, then, that you’d been betrothed to Commander Kit Drake of the battleship Black Smoke; his own closed-door conferences about the pirates that roamed the seas provided an endless diversion to your hungry imagination.

Hearing those stories was perhaps the only lucky thing about your betrothal, and you reminded yourself to try and think of other silver linings as your lady’s maid dressed you for dinner at the Commodore’s estate.

“He’ll tell me how beautiful I look,” you said to yourself, touching light fingers to your lightly rouged lips. “Surely he will.”

“Indeed he will, miss,” your lady’s maid said as she styled your hair. “You’ll be the jewel of the bay this evening, all sparkling in the candlelight.”

You met her eyes in the mirror. “Thank you, Tabby. You’re very kind.”

She smiled. “Have you decided what necklace and earrings you’ll be wearing tonight, miss?”

You brushed a hand over your deep blue bodice. “I suppose the sapphires would be best, wouldn’t they?”

“As you say, miss. Commander Drake will surely be pleased to see you wearing his gift.”

Tabby finished your hair, a relatively understated crown of curls, and spangled you with trinkets from your jewelry box that could have fed and housed a family for several months. You touched a hand to the blue gem that rested in a swath of silver, the centerpiece of the heavy necklace that felt more like a collar for a dog than a gift of love from your fiancé.

“There you are, miss,” Tabby said when you were ready. “I’ll tell the footman to bring the carriage ‘round.”

The Commodore’s estate was right on the bay, a sprawling mansion that put even your father’s estate to shame in sheer grandiosity. Several carriages stopped outside the main doors, ladies in fine dresses and men in naval uniform stepping out to join the group that filed into the golden, candlelit hall inside. Your attention was drawn to the sea as you waited, watching the way the moonlight dashed itself to bits across the glittering surface of the water.

“My dear. You finally made it.”

You looked over from the bay to the door of your carriage. “Kit.”

A frown tugged at your fiancé’s expression. “You mustn’t call me that here, dearest, you know that. Commander Drake or ‘sir’ will suffice.”

You flushed, wishing you’d remembered that rule. “Of course, sir.”

You accepted his hand when he offered it to you, and you looked up at him with girlish eagerness to see if he’d comment on your appearance.

“I wore the jewels you gave me at our engagement,” you said quietly.

He gave you a distracted glance. “Oh. Yes, I suppose you did.”

“Do you... do you like them?” you asked, crestfallen.

He breathed a short sigh. “They’re lovely, my dear. Let’s not tarry, shall we? I’m afraid you’ve already made us late.”

He offered his arm, and you hung off of it as a good young lady should. Your head turned back to the sea, just for a moment, and you thought you caught a glimpse of a shooting star reflected on the waves.

“We’ve got to double our presence on the coasts of the southern isles. We’ll rout them simply by being there in force. They wouldn’t dare to try and attack any of the ports there if we made our presence more obvious.”

You took a sip of wine and tried to look bored, knowing that the quickest way to get navy men to stop talking of pirates was for a lady to show an interest in their conversation. If they didn’t consider you too delicate or stupid for that kind of talk, they’d fear for some kind of longing to spark within you, the same kind they allowed to rage unchecked as they sailed on their mighty seafaring vessels.

“No corsair in these waters is a match for any of our fleet,” Kit argued. He gesticulated and narrowly missed your wine glass as you set it down. “I say with conviction, gentlemen, that there is no need to add even a single ship to those we already have out of port.”

“Maybe they’re not a match for your ship, Commander,” said a lady on the opposite end of the table. You glanced over with mild panic, wishing you could tell her merely to listen, but the gentlemen she was interrupting didn’t seem to mind.

“I’ve heard you gentlemen say the Black Smoke is the fastest ship in the Royal Navy,” she said, and there was a flirtatious intonation to her voice that drew the men in like moths to the flame. “However, I’ve also heard it said that there is a pirate galleon in our waters that can match it for speed.”

“Name the ship,” a lieutenant challenged.

The lady smiled. “Starcatcher.”

The name caused a flutter of excitement to stir in your breast. Starcatcher. It certainly sounded like a fast ship, and no vessel in the Royal Navy had such a wonderful name.

“Nonsense,” Kit said, waving her remark aside even as he trained his attention on the coy curve of her mouth. “The Starcatcher is a myth told to frighten new deck hands. No such ship exists.”

“No?” the lady asked with an elegant lift of her brow. “And what of its sister ship, the Indigo Streak? Some men say it can disappear into thin air.”

“Some men are fools,” Kit said, and his smirk betrayed his arrogance. “No doubt you’ve heard these same men claim to have seen the witches that serve as the figureheads of each ship.”

“They’re not witches,” another man protested. “I’ve heard they’re meant to be Nike and Themis, goddesses of victory and justice.”

Kit scoffed. “Victory and justice, indeed. Even if these ships did exist, what victory and justice could be won outside the King’s authority?”

“Pirates don’t consider the King’s authority legitimate, though, do they?”

All gazes swung to you, and you felt a wash of embarrassment follow the heady flush of having impetuously offered your own opinion. Kit’s face went pink with anger.

“What a pirate thinks of the King’s authority means little,” he said sharply. He took your hand under the table and gave it an uncomfortable squeeze, leaning close. “And what a woman thinks of it means even less, my dear, so I suggest you keep such foolish thoughts to yourself.”

He released your hand with disdain, and you shied away from him as far as you could. You understood perfectly well why the lady with the deep red lips was allowed to speak and you were not; her comments were meant to incite men to braggadocio and pride, and yours only called into question their self-assurance. You would not speak merely to stroke a man’s ego, pirate or King’s man or anyone in between; most at the table considered it better, in that event, for you to keep your mouth shut entirely.

You took another long drink of wine and tried to keep your hands from shaking. Of a sudden, everything was overwhelming; the sound of tittering laughter and silver forks against china dishes, the smell of dozens of different perfumes, the heat of the candles that cast flickering beams onto jewels and gold buttons and silver sword handles. You felt pressed in on all sides with an extravagant meal you couldn’t hope to finish in front of you, men to the right and left of you, servants behind you to tend to your every need should you so much as wave an indolent hand.

You took a deep breath, as deep as you could with your stays laced as tightly as they were, and dug into the reserve of feminine gentility and self-control that had been trained into you since birth.

“Commander,” you said quietly, touching your hand to his sleeve. He ignored you, and desperation clawed at you.

“Sir,” you said in a pleading whisper.

With a frustrated huff, he turned away from his companions and met your eyes. “What is it?”

“I beg your pardon,” you said. “I — I suddenly feel quite ill. My head, it’s...”

He snapped his fingers, and a footman came to his side to await his instruction in perfect silence.

“Attend the lady,” he said, gesturing to you with impatience and contempt. “She’s taken ill, apparently.”

The footman bowed his head. “M’lord.” He pulled your chair out and gave you his hand; you took it, offering a feeble excuse to those few who noticed your departure and cared to comment.

“Shall I show you to one of the guest chambers, m��lady?” the footman asked when you were safely outside the dining hall.

You shook your head. “No, thank you. I wonder... could you help me find the gardens? I would be so grateful for a breath of fresh air.”

“Very good, m’lady,” was the man’s response. He escorted you to the gardens. “Shall I ring for a lady’s maid to accompany you?”

“That won’t be necessary,” you said. “Thank you for your help, sir.”

He bowed. “M’lady.”

A bit of the peace you so dearly needed was found out in the garden, and you wandered in the cool darkness of the shrubs and trees blossoming with flowers of every hue. You took a deep breath of the warm night air as you walked over the cobblestones, closing your eyes for a moment to drink in the quiet of birdsong and the ever-present hush of waves upon the shore. You longed to go down to the water, if only for a moment; what relief it would bring to feel the cool waves lapping at your ankles, to feel the salty breeze skim over your cheek with all the tenderness of a lover’s hand. You opened your eyes and felt its dark, silver-scaled presence call you like a mother to a child, begging you to leave the world you knew behind.

“Foolishness,” you whispered, pressing your hand against the merciless shackle of sapphire and silver that hung about your neck. You could never leave. You would be here, always, looking out upon the water, wearing its color on your breast, never quite close enough to touch.

You heard your name called from a direction opposite the ocean. Footsteps sounded behind you, and you did not allow yourself to breathe the sigh that waited ever-ready at your lips.

“I only needed some air, Commander,” you said without turning to him. “I’ll be well enough to join the ladies in the parlor after dinner.”

Without warning, Kit grabbed your wrist in a punishing grip and spun you towards him.

“Turn to me when I call you,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. “Do not presume to speak to me with an air of indifference.”

Your blood ran cold at the anger in his face. “I didn’t — I wasn’t trying to — ”

“I knew you weren’t ill,” he said, squeezing your wrist tighter. “You left because you wanted to shame me, didn’t you? Or perhaps because you were petulant about my correction?”

“No,” you said weakly, trying to tug your hand from his grip. “Please, Kit, you’re hurting me.”

He took your jaw in his other hand and squeezed it. “I told you not to call me that. Do you mean to respect me at all tonight? Or shall I have to teach you a lesson in obedience?”

You paled. You tried to find your voice to try and calm him, to apologize, but another man’s voice broke in before you could.

“Take your hands off the lady.”

Kit released your jaw, more out of surprise than any desire to obey. You tried to pull out of his grip, but he held fast to your wrist.

“Who spoke?” Kit asked into the darkness of the garden. “Show your face.”

“Take your hands off the lady, as I said,” the man repeated. “I’ve got a pistol aimed straight for your heart, Commander, and I assure I won’t miss.”

Kit’s face flushed an angry red. To your surprise and relief, he let you go, and you put a few steps of distance between you.

“How dare you speak to me in such a way?” Kit thundered. “I demand that you to come into the light and show yourself.”

No sooner had he spoken than a man sauntered out of the shadows of a copse of palm trees, a flintlock pistol held in an almost lazy manner in Kit’s direction. The hilt of a cutlass on his hip caught the light of the moon.

“You demand it, aye?” the man asked. His long hair was dark, his frame lean and hard-muscled; he was practically indecent, his cotton shirt unbuttoned to reveal a collection of necklaces that rested against his tanned chest. You blushed and averted your eyes when he looked at you.

“Makes you wonder,” he continued conversationally, turning his attention back to your fiancé. “Perhaps your King ought to call you Demander rather than Commander.”

Kit put his hand to the hilt of his saber. “What are you, boy?” he said derisively. “Beggar? Thief? Be on your way before I arrest you for harassing an officer.”

The man’s mouth turned up in a crooked smile as he returned his pistol to its holster at his waist.

“Go ahead, Commander. Though I doubt if you’ll find there’s any jailhouse to throw me in by the time you do.”

Kit looked the man over in confusion and absolute fury. He opened his mouth to speak, but an explosion from the outskirts of town effectively cut across him.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Kit raged. He looked to see the billow of smoke from the direction of the jailhouse, then whipped his head back to look at the man.

“You’re a fool to attempt a prison break,” he said. “There’s plenty of brigs in the fleet to throw you and your worthless comrades in once we collect all of you.”

Kit drew his sword, and the man had drawn his and disarmed Kit in a flash of steel and silver quicker than you could see it. Kit’s sword clattered across the cobblestones and skidded to a halt at the man’s feet.

“I’d be careful who you draw your sword against tonight, Commander,” the man said. He kicked the saber back towards Kit. “You won’t find my men as forgiving as I am.”

“Your men?” Kit blustered, shame and fury mottling his face. “Who the devil do you think you are?”

A cocky smile lit the man’s face, and you found it somewhat maddening and almost alluring. Confidence radiated from him like warmth from the sun, and you watched in fascination as he took a step closer to Kit.

“You don’t know me?” he asked. He lifted his sleeve; just above the white bracelet he wore was the scarred mark of a pirate.

“You gave me this, Commander Drake,” the man said. “Though I suppose you were only a lieutenant back then, weren’t you?”

“Scum,” Kit spat. “I should have known. I’ve branded enough of your kind that you all run together into one wretched mass.”

“I see,” the man said. He sheathed his cutlass again even as Kit bent to retrieve his, seemingly unconcerned with the possibility of a duel. He tilted his head towards the Commodore’s house.

“In that case,” he said airily, “I’d love to be the one to tell you that the wretched mass is running together in your Commodore’s estate as we speak. Taking your jewels, your gold, your spit-polished swords that have yet to taste blood. It’s only a matter of time before they interrupt your little dinner party, I fear.”

As if on cue, pandemonium erupted from inside the house. Doors burst open, sending a flood of screaming party guests outside with pirates right on their heels, each of them armed to the teeth and crowing with delight.

“Filthy pirate!” Kit howled. “I’ll have you and every one of your men hanged for this!”

“Oh, Commander,” the man said with a winning smile. “You’ll make me blush with that kind of talk.”

Bang. A bullet whipped past the three of you, slamming into the trunk of a palm tree and sending out a shower of splintered wood. You flinched and raised your arms to shield yourself.

“Aye, watch yourself,” the pirate called to whoever had fired. He sounded only mildly annoyed rather than fearful for his life, and you wondered if it was bravery or stupidity that made him so calm.

Suddenly, Kit grabbed your arm and snatched you close to him. For the second time that night, he held you in an iron grip, and there was little you could do to fight him off.

“You’ll tell your men to let me go,” Kit said, panic crawling into his voice. “You’ll order them not to shoot me, because if they do, they’ll hurt the lady.”

You startled at the knowledge that your fiancé was using you as a human shield, offering you as a bargaining chip to a pirate. You tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he held you fast.

The pirate scowled. “Coward,” he spat. “What sort of man are you, Commander?”

“One not condemned to death,” Kit said, a maniacal glee in his voice. “Not tonight.”

He started to drag you with him as he made his way out of the garden, heading with slow steps towards the docks rather than the house where screams and gunfire still rang through the air. You kicked and clawed, begging him to let you go, terrified that a bullet meant for him would kill you too.

“Let me go, Kit!” you pleaded, tears streaming down your cheeks. “You worthless coward, let me go!”

“Silence yourself!” he hissed in your ear. “Once we’re well away from this, we’ll both be safe.”

He clapped a hand over your mouth, and it only made your panic and anger worse. You had to get free of him — he was squeezing you so tightly, you couldn’t breathe —

In a last, desperate attempt at freedom, you bit down, hard, on the soft junction between his thumb and first finger. He bellowed in pain and released you.

“Bitch!” he howled, backhanding you across the face. The force of it made you dizzy, and his signet ring cut your cheek; you stumbled backwards, falling in a tangle of blue skirts to the unforgiving stone walkway.

“Right, that’s it.”

You heard the pirate’s voice as if from somewhere far away. You looked up with a bleary gaze; he stood next to you, his pistol held aloft and pointed right at Kit.

“No!” you shrieked.

You grabbed at his leg to try and stop him, somehow, blind devotion for Kit urging your forward. The pirate didn’t even seem to notice you, and your whole body flinched at the sound of gunfire. You squeezed your eyes shut even as sobs wracked your body.

“Come on, lass.”

You felt the pirate's callused hands reach to help you up, and you reacted in terror-stricken instinct.

“Don’t hurt me!” you begged, trying to get out of his reach, woozy with fear and pain. “Please, don’t hurt me. Let me go. I won’t tell anyone you killed him, I promise.”

“I didn’t kill him,” he said harshly. “Quit fighting, lass. I won’t hurt you, but you have to come with me.”

You looked up at him, and his face was blurry through your tears. “But you’re a pirate.”

“Aye,” he agreed. “And your only chance of making it out of here alive.”

He offered you his hand, and you didn’t see any other choice but to take it. His grip was strong and steady, firm enough to help you but gentle enough to keep from hurting.

“Attagirl,” he said when you were standing. “Steady, now. Can you walk?”

“Yes,” you breathed. For some reason, you didn’t let go of his hand. “Where are we going?”

He nodded towards the bay. “My ship. You’ll stay there until all this settles down, and then I’ll take you back home.”

Shattering glass brought your attention to the house momentarily; a raging fire billowed out of the broken window, sending great clouds of smoke up towards the sky.

“Unless you live here,” the pirate said. “In which case, you’ll have to find other arrangements.”

You could do nothing but stare at him for a moment, bewildered and dazed. “But... why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you helping me?”

He looked over your shoulder towards Kit, who lay groaning and weak in the grass with a bullet wound to the shoulder. His expression held nothing but disgust and contempt for your fiancé.

“I don’t like to see a lady mistreated,” he said. He gave your hand a gentle tug. “Come on. This way.”

You followed after him, helpless not to, feeling outside of yourself as you tried to think past the pain in your jaw and the overwhelming fear that still held you captive. He led you through the garden and down to the Commodore’s private docks where a skiff was waiting.

“Wait.” You stopped and tugged on his hand, and he turned to face you.

“What is it?” he asked, a touch of urgency to his voice.

You looked to the skiff and then back to him. “How — ” You swallowed nervously. “How do I know you won’t hurt me?”

He looked a little lost for a response. “I don’t know, lass. I believe you’ll just have to trust me.”

“Trust a pirate?” you asked, choking a little on the words.

He gave you a grim half-smile. “Could be worse.”

“How on earth could it be worse?”

He didn’t answer you, distracted by the sight of several more skiffs approaching the docks. You followed his gaze and saw they were coming from two huge galleons further out in the bay.

“Heavens,” you breathed. You didn’t know how you could have missed them, but they suddenly loomed like two great monsters on the surface of the water.

He pulled you towards the boat. “Come on, lass,” he urged. “The second wave’s coming in soon, and they don’t mind me as well as I’d wish them to. I’d rather you not be out here when they come.”

You met his gaze. “Second wave? There’s more of you?”

He huffed a short, mirthless laugh and ushered you into the skiff with little grace. Your became hopelessly tangled in your skirts and sat uncomfortably on the opposite side from him.

“You may wish to take off some of those cumbersome overskirts, lassie,” he said, taking the oars and rowing you out to the giant ships. “You’ll get them caught in something and get hurt.”

You blushed vividly. “Take off my skirts?” you repeated, incredulous and mortified at the idea, though you noticed you didn’t sense any salacious undercurrent to his suggestion. “I certainly will not. Just because you run around in a state of undress does not mean I will.”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

You sat in silence as you came ever nearer to the twin galleons, feeling a caving pressure in your chest as they loomed closer. You looked around for something, anything, to distract you; against your better judgment, your gaze landed on the movement of your pirate rescuer’s strong arms with each pull of the oars.

You looked away, chastising yourself for such foolishness in the face of everything else that had happened.

When you reached the closer ship, you looked up at the cargo net that hung over the side with more than a little trepidation. How were you ever going to climb it in your dress?

Your pirate — when had you started to think of him as your pirate? — gave a theatrical gesture to the net. “Ladies first.”

You huffed, feeling anger at your situation start to override any other emotion. All you’d wanted tonight was to have a nice, unexciting dinner, and yet here you were, standing before a pirate and about to board his ship in the middle of the night.

“Very well,” you said tartly, dredging up some reserve of courage and feistiness from whatever was left in the hollow of your chest. With some difficulty, you reached under the waist of your blue overskirt and untied the two underskirts and hoop skirt underneath. He had the decency to avert his gaze, at least, but your face was still hot with embarrassment as you shimmied out of them and slipped off your uncomfortable shoes.

When all that was left to cover your undergarments was your overskirt and bodice, you stepped in your stocking-feet onto the first loop of rope on the cargo net.

“Mind your gaze, pirate,” you said, managing with a fair bit of exertion to climb the net. He scaled it with you, quick and nimble, and gave you a grin when he reached your perch.

“Pirate sounds such a dirty word when you say it,” he said, and there was a teasing lilt to his voice that gave you the strangest fluttering sensation in your chest. “You’d better just call me Jake.”

Oh, but you didn’t like knowing his name. Not one bit.

“Fine,” you said, tearing your gaze from his. “Mind your gaze, Jake.”

He grinned. “Only if you mind yours, lass.” He stepped up another rung and climbed the rest of the way with ease. You gave a dejected sigh and continued your laborious ascent to the railing of the ship.

When you reached the top of the net, Jake was waiting for you. He offered you a hand up, and it was only with his help that you managed to get aboard without falling on your face.

You looked up when you were steady. “Oh, dear.”

Several pirates stood frozen along the deck, watching you with a mix of shock, hostility, and undeniable interest. Each one of them was armed, sword hilts glinting at their hips and pistols tucked into belts that looped over their barrel-sized chests.

“Easy, lass,” Jake said, taking hold of your arm again. You barely registered that you’d made a sudden, jerky movement to flee the ship and go back down the net, but he’d stopped you before you could go anywhere.

“None of my men will hurt you,” he promised, and when you met his eyes with a terrified glance, you saw that he meant it.

“I have to trust you on this, too?” you asked feebly.

His mouth curved in a smile. “Aye. You’re getting the idea, lass.”

He let you go, a testament to his trust in you not to try and run, and nodded to the stairs before you.

“Allow me to escort you to my quarters,” he said.

You flushed. “Y-your quarters?”

“Indeed. Where I shall leave you to your own devices and come back out to be with my men.”

You gave a shaky sigh of relief. “Oh. Very well.”

You’d taken no more than two steps towards the stairs when another man appeared at the top of them, his features strikingly similar to Jake’s but done up in dark makeup that matched the black clothes he wore.

“Why, my dear Jakey,” he said with a glittering smile. “What have we here?”

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Soul Meets Body

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, oral sex, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, I think that's it???

Word Count: 6.8K

Summary: Just a smutty, wintery, friends to lovers, college Sam AU!

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“You’re such a drag,” Sam slurred, finally letting go of my hand, before shuffling back into the mass of dancing bodies. ‘I don’t dance’ is the understatement of the century. The idea of moving my body like that in front of a mirror, alone, in my room, is enough to make me cringe, let alone on a dance floor at a crowded bar.

There was no bite in his tone, but I rolled my eyes at him nonetheless. He’s known me long enough to know that it doesn’t matter how many G&Ts I’ve had, I will not be joining him on the dance floor. I stay perched at the high top table we’d been drinking at for hours, now. As I shift my hips, I feel the indent I’ve molded into the velvet cushion.

What I lack in confidence and a carefree social presence, Sam more than makes up for. It’s been that way since we first became friends. I met him a little over a year ago through our mutual friend, Danny. Dan and I were in the same chem lab during our freshman year and Sam was his roommate. The three of us became fast, easy friends and our individual friends melded effortlessly into our dynamic.

We find ourselves, now, without those friends for the first time on a Saturday night, maybe ever. Sam and I had hung out alone before, sure. We’d studied together, ran to grab coffee between classes, helped the other stumble back to residence after a night out, but we’d never planned something like this. I don’t know if we ever would, had this opportunity not fallen into our laps.

“A bar promotion, Sam? Seriously?” I’d asked.

“Come on, I know it’s not really your scene, but it’s December twenty-seventh. Everyone else will be home for Christmas.” He whined, puppy dog eyes in full effect, as he kneeled in front of my chair.

“Sam–” I started, ready to beg him to stand back up and not make a scene in the middle of the library.”

“Just go with him so he’ll shut up, please,” Danny whispered, nose shoved deep in his textbook.

“The tickets are free,” Sam continued, folding his hands and placing them neatly on my knees. “That old guy at the radio station gave them to me.” I stayed quiet, eyes searching his as I considered the plea.

Sam and I would be the only two out of all of our friends to be on campus for Christmas. I hadn’t been on speaking terms with my parents for years and his internship at the local radio station prevented him from taking any time off this season. ‘The newbies get the holiday shifts, sorry, kid,’ they said.

I knew he was going to win me over eventually. I had absolutely no reason not to say yes. No plans, no family to see, no other friends around.

“I’ll buy you as many gin and tonics as you can handle,” he finally said, wagging his eyebrows, “maybe more than you can handle, if you’re lucky.” A grin slowly spread across my lips as my eyes squinted at him, really testing the waters to see if he was serious.

“Fine, deal.” I caved.

“Yes!” He exclaimed a little too loudly for our current setting. Danny shoved his shoulder, nearly toppling him over, as I slapped a hand over his mouth, giggling quietly in the crowded library.

The more I watch him, now, the more I really do, for once, wish I was the dancing type. He looks so genuinely happy singing along and swaying his hips. Uncoordinated and awkward as he may be, he’s having fun. It isn't until one of the girls next to him turns around to back herself into him that I felt a different feeling entirely. As she swivels her ass back against him, his eyes shoot to mine immediately.

I wasn’t expecting that. I barely have time to change the look on my face, let alone wrestle with the feeling in my gut before his eyes meet mine. My knee-jerk reaction is to raise my eyebrows at him and smile, giving him a weak thumbs up to show I’m impressed. He laughs, tossing his head back and mocking me with a returned thumbs up.

I look back down at my phone on the table and contemplate faking an emergency to get some fresh air. When I chance a glance back up at the couple, I regret it immediately. The knot of regret in my belly comes from two distinct places. First, I was seeing something I really didn’t want to see: Sam’s hands wandering low on her hips, his middle finger tugging on her belt loop, pulling her closer to him with the rhythm of the music. Second, I was face to face with exactly the feeling I’d been pushing down since the moment I saw Sam walking toward me with Danny a year and a half ago.

I’d been trying incredibly hard for months to compartmentalize my feelings for Sam. I knew he was off limits the second Danny had introduced him to me, but as cheesy as it sounds, the heart wants what it wants. I’d forced myself to look the other way when he’d smile at me. I’d told myself the way he touched my side was nothing more than a gesture. I’d pushed down all the butterflies I’d feel when he told me a secret or brushed his hair behind his ear.

But tonight? There’s no stopping it. It hits me like a brick wall. I’m face to face with the reality that I’ve been falling for him all this time. It’s as I feel my heart rate begin to speed up and my breath come a little less evenly that I know I have to do something. Leaving isn’t an option. Way too obvious and I don't want to ditch him. I go with option two and order myself two more shots and a double gin and tonic.

With a deep breath and a quick prayer that it wouldn't all come back up, I down the shots and the drink in the span of sixty seconds. After a few deep breaths, I decided to stop ‘being a drag’ as Sam had so eloquently put it. I brush my hair behind my ears and make my way to the dance floor. I keep my phone and glass of, now just ice, in my hand like some sort of security blanket as I weave through the crowd. At first, I was sure I didn’t want Sam to see me; I didn't want him to notice that I had ventured out into the sea of bodies. Of course I don't really know how this kind of thing works. I’m relying completely on the liquid courage to move me. When I assume I’ve made it to the middle of the crowd, I close my eyes and think back to all the cliched instructions I’d heard before. Things like: don’t move to the music, let the music move you. And, pretend no one’s watching.

The more I feel the alcohol in my bloodstream, the more those cliches start to make sense. I sway there for a few moments, hips feeling the beat, before I feel a body press up against my back.

“Sorry–” I start, turning around to see who I’d bumped into.

“You’re good,” a pair of bright blue eyes replies, smiling. “This okay?” he asks, hands moving to my hips as he swayed us along to the song. I nod, a blush rising to my cheeks as he brings my hands up to place them around his neck. He hugs me closer as the song changes to something a little slower, the bass thumping so loudly, I feel it in my tummy. The song is something I’d heard before. A classic, but some modern, bastardized version of it. I smile thinking about how much Sam must be hating it.

I continue thinking about Sam. As Blue Eyes’ hands creep a little lower on my back, I imagine they’re his. As the bassline in the song begins to build, I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and wish it was longer, softer, lighter. When I touch the tip of my nose to his neck, I imagine this is how Sam smells, warm, soft, and a little sweaty, but I press my lips against it anyway. I feel the groan vibrate out of his throat as his hands dare to dip into the back pockets of my jeans.

My heart begins to race. Muted, thumping, and heavy, I feel it deep in my chest. Longing. Desire. Carnal and raw. I’m starting to understand the appeal of not being a wallflower on nights like tonight.

“Sam,” I murmur.

“It’s Ben,” he laughs. I pull back to look at him, humiliation painting my features. “It’s okay,” he says, lips at my ear.

And that’s when I see Sam walking toward me with a surprised smile on his face. He winks at me and backs away, but as soon as he does, I want him closer again. I want him to feel how I felt watching someone else’s hands all over him. The logical side of my brain tells me he won’t care. He doesn’t have feelings for you like that, why would he give a fuck? But, the very drunk, much louder, side of my brain is yelling at me to try anyway.

With a smile, I look up at Ben and shake my head, “I’m fine!” I assure him. With my hands on his cheeks, I press my lips to his. In the back of my mind, I’m willing Sam to still be standing there. Ben gives into me, holding me tighter as his lips slot into mine. Getting brave, I lick into his mouth.

“Mmph,” he grimaces, pulling back, “gin.”

“Do I taste like a pine tree?” I ask, trying to taste my own breath. He chuckles and nods.

“I hot pine tree, but a very drunk one,” he states. “Where are your friends?” he asks. I look over his shoulder to see Sam standing by the bar, fiddling with his straw, trying to make it look like he’s not watching me. I’m sure he’s imagining this is what it would be like to see a unicorn or, more likely a train wreck. Ben’s line of vision follows mine and when he and Sam make eye contact, Ben nods, signaling Sam to come over.

What was supposed to be a sexy attempt to make him jealous now makes my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I feel like a kid getting in trouble. Sam sucks the rest of his drink down and abandons it on the bar to stalk toward us, a smug look on his face.

“Hey,” he says loudly, over the music, “you good?” he asks. I nod.

“I hope I see you again,” Ben says, kissing me on the cheek before meandering away from us.

“What was that?” Sam asks. I bury my face in my hands and lean my forehead against Sam’s chest, groaning.

“I’m so embarrassed,” I mumble.

“What?” He calls, clearly unable to hear me.

“Can you just dance with me?” I look up at him, asking pathetically.

He feigns shock and delight, gesturing to himself dramatically. “Moi?”

I roll my eyes and make an attempt to escape to the bathroom, but he grabs my wrist and stops me.

“Hey, hey hey,” he chuckles. “I’m teasing. Of course I’ll dance with you.”

I let him pull me closer. The song changes again to something with a little more soul. Another classic, but this time with much less autotune and unnecessary techno- drum tracks.

“Finally, someone in this hellhole has taste,” he yells.

“Enough,” I laugh, hugging my arms around his neck. He reciprocates, holding me closer to him and moving to the beat of the music. I still feel a little stiff, despite the fact that I can barely feel my feet due to the amount of alcohol in my system.

“You’ve gotta loosen up,” he says into my ear. His hands travel to my hips and he sways them for me. He’s joking at first, dramatically rocking them right to left, but when I pull back to look at him, his eyes are burning holes through mine. “Like this,” he says. He nods his head to the beat, lip caught between his teeth and hands at my hips again, this time taking another step impossibly closer, chest pressing against mine.

I feel it again. The butterflies, fluttering so rapidly I fear I might vomit them all up. Instead, I close my eyes and focus on the way his hands feel on me. They’re warm and big and they’re slowly digging harder and harder into the skin at my waist.

He’s signing along now and he takes a big step back, grabbing my hands in his and spins me around so that his chest is pressed to my back. Immediately I feel a shift in the energy between us. Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s the way I practically feel his heart hammering against my back, but whatever it is gives me the courage to test the waters and press my ass back against him.

He seems to approve and shows me just that by bringing one hand around to rest over my belly button and the other to brush the hair over my shoulder so he can press his lips to the shell of my ear.

“There you go,” he coaxes.

That really is all the encouragement I need to let my hips move on their own accord, grinding against him slowly and as coordinated as I can. It takes all my focus to get the rhythm down, but the way he moves behind me helps me keep time.

My right hand moves to cover his on my stomach and the left grips his thigh as I brace myself, letting him keep both of us upright. The hand on my stomach bravely slips under the hem of my top, resting just above my belly button. My heart is beating so forcefully that I’m sure he can hear it. I let my head loll back against his shoulder and as I look up at the bright flashy lights in the bar, I begin to feel dizzy.

“Fuck, Sam,” I say, holding on to his arm a little tighter to keep my balance. I try to communicate that I need to sit down or go home or really be anywhere but here in this hot, crowded, flashy bar.

“I know,” he says, squeezing at my waist again, misreading my signals entirely, “I’ve wanted this for so long.” My eyes dart open and at this point I’m sure it’s the gin messing with my perception.

“Yeah?” I ask, standing up a little straighter, turning back around slowly in his arms to face him.

“Shit, is it okay that I said that?” He asks, eyes searching mine, but his are just as glossy and gazed over.

“Sam, I think we should go,” I say, convinced that he’s completely delusional and possibly even more fucked up than I am. He cringes visibly and runs his hand through his hair. “Come on.” I take his hand in mine and lead him through the crowd, past the bar and to the coat check. I rummage through my pockets, but realize Sam has our tickets. He reaches past me silently and hands them to the girl behind the counter. In turn, she hands us our coats. We shuffle past the group of people at the door and step out onto the street.

The second we’re outside, the better I can breathe. The urge to vomit subsides and I can think a little more clearly.

“Fuck, it’s freezing,” he winces, walking briskly down the sidewalk. It’s clear that denial and avoidance is the route he’s choosing and, truly, I can't blame him, considering that was the game I played with my feelings for him for as long as I’d known him.

“Let’s Uber, please, my fingers are going to fall off,” I whine. “There’s no chance I’m making it all ten blocks back to my place.”

“Just stay at mine, it’s only three blocks if you cut through the park,” he slows down slightly, allowing me to catch up. “Plus, nothing sobers you up like the brisk walk back home,” he explains.

“Fine,” I relent, not in the mood to argue, “but if my fingers freeze off from frostbite, you’re going to have to type all my papers next semester.”

The walk back to his residence is, in fact, brisk. It’s also relatively quiet. Other than a few remarks from both of us about how cold it is and how much we wish we were already inside, it’s silent between us.

I shiver underneath the awning of his building as he fumbles with this keycard. Finally, he swipes it and we’re inside. I follow him up the familiar path to room three hundred and fifteen. When he unlocks the door, I find Danny’s side of the room completely spotless. Bed made, desk chair pushed in, even his nightstand is tidy and clean.

Sam’s side, on the other hand, as usual, looks like a bomb went off. There’s laundry littering the desk and unmade bed and open books and vinyl records covering every other surface.

“Do you want the bathroom first?” He asks, gesturing to the tiny ensuite to the left.

“No, you can go,” I offer. He doesn't seem to put up much of a fuss and grabs change of clothes before shutting the bathroom door behind him.

I suddenly feel incredibly vulnerable. The room is dark except for the light from the street lamps shining in between the slats of the large blinds and the small salt lamp on Sam’s nightstand. I hug my coat tighter against me and sit on the edge of Danny’s bed. I do my best not to get lost in my thoughts as I hear the toilet flush and the water run from the sink.

I hear it over and over as I stare at the mess of sheets and pillows on Sam’s bed.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Surely he was just wasted and horny. He would have said that to anything with a pulse at that point. The more I thought about it, the more I could practically feel him, warm and hard against me as he moved his hips against my ass. The click of the bathroom door opening shocks me out of my own head.

“All yours,” he offers, stepping into the bedroom in nothing but a pair of old boxers. Slut.

Two could play this game. I hadn’t planned on sleeping over, of course, so I brought nothing with me. I rummaged through Danny’s drawers until I found a baggy t-shirt and take it with me into the tiny bathroom. I haphazardly rub at my face with what I beg, is a clean washcloth and some warm water in a very lame attempt to take my makeup off. Part of me knows I’ll regret even trying in the morning, but two AM me could not care less. I swish a capful of mouthwash around in my mouth and pray that does the trick for the time being. I look around for a brush after I change into the t-shirt, but can’t find one.

When I open the door to the bedroom, it’s a little brighter. Sam had turned on the small lamp on Danny’s nightstand.

“Brush?” I ask, assuming that between the two of them there had to be one kicking around.

“Top drawer,” he offers, gesturing to his dresser as he scrolls on his phone from under the covers. I try to ignore the way his eyes peek over the top of the screen and land on my bare thighs.

I follow his direction and fish out a paddle brush from the drawer. Mindlessly, I brush through my hair and mosey back into the bathroom to drink as much water from the sink as I can before turning off the light and crawling into Danny’s bed. I reach over and click the light off, realizing that, thanks to the walk home and the bastardized nighttime routine, I’m feeling incredibly sober at this point. I thank God that I’m going to bed drunk, but wish I was fucked up enough to be able to pass out easily. I know that’s not going to be the case tonight.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” Sam finally says.

“Thanks for asking me,” I reply, stretching my legs in an attempt to get comfortable in the foreign bed.

It’s quiet. Really quiet. I can’t hear cars or people outside the window. I can’t even hear Sam shuffling in the twin bed next to mine. All I can hear is the faint ringing in my ears and the sound of my own breathing.

I don’t know what time I eventually fall asleep, but when I wake up, it's the first thing on my mind. Before I even open my eyes, I hear him say, “I’ve wanted this for so long.” It’s still dark out. I lie still for a few moments in the eerie quietness of the early morning before I can’t take it anymore.

As quietly as I can, I slip out from underneath the covers, grab my bra and top off the floor and zip my coat up over Danny’s t-shirt. It’s as I’m slipping my shoes on, that I look up to see Sam rolling over. I freeze like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar and hear the low, evenness of his breathing again, insinuating he’s fallen back asleep.

I allow myself a good ten seconds to take in the sight before me. The only light in the room is emanating from the dim salt lamp on his nightstand. God damn him for looking so soft and perfect in the low, warm, pink light. His hair delicately falls onto his cheek as though it was placed there for a photograph. His bare back rises and falls slowly as he hugs the pillow underneath him. His lips are plump as his cheek, pressed against the pillow, squishes them into a pursed kiss.

He looks so beautiful, I’m afraid that if I stand there looking at him any longer, I’ll cry. So, instead I click the door open. I think I’m in the clear until I hear him sleepily call my name. Fuck.

“Yeah?” I whisper, turning back to look at him as he squints up at me, the harsh fluorescents from the hallway tarnishing the picture painted by the warm light of the lamp.

“Where are you going?” He whispers.

“Um–” I start.

“You don't have to go,” he grumbles, sitting up.

“No, Sam it’s okay, go back to–”

“I can’t go back to sleep thinking you’re leaving because of what I said,” he confesses. He looks so gentle and genuine and docile sitting in the mess and tangle of blankets. I sigh and close the door behind me, accepting that I won’t be escaping easily tonight.

As I drop my bag back on Danny’s desk chair, Sam turns the other lamp on, illuminating the room further. I can see him more clearly now. I can see the sleep in his eyes, but there’s an urgency behind them, like his mind is far more attentive than his body is at this hour of the night.

He leans back against the wall, facing Danny’s bed, sheets covering him from the waist down. I can feel his eyes track me as I shrug my coat off, left once again in only Danny’s oversized t-shirt. I crawl into Danny’s bed and mirror his position. Facing him with the covers pulled up around my hips. It’s quiet for a moment, but the silence is saying so much.

“I thought you were just wasted,” I grin, unable to make eye contact. He breathes a laugh out of his nostrils.

“I was,” he confesses, “but…I stand by it. I’ve thought about pretty much that exact scenario quite a few times.” I can feel the blush rise to my cheeks as I pull my knees up to my chest and cross my arms over them. I rest my chin on my forearms and look directly at him, hoping that by making myself smaller, I can hide away from the very real panic bustling up my chest. “Please say something, you’re killing me, here,” he laughs uncomfortably.

“I have too,” I finally admit. His face lights up at that and I feel my heart start to pound. I imagine it keeping time with his, the beats in sync with one another.

“Yeah?” He smiles. I nod. “Cool.”

“Cool.” I echo. It’s quiet again and I can't help but notice the way he’s shifted in his bed, the blankets falling lower on his torso.

“I really want to kiss you,” he admits, boldly. “Can I kiss you?”

I nod again. “Yeah, you can kiss me.” When he doesn't move, I begin to feel dread rise in my throat before he says:

“I wanted to make a move but… you’re gonna have to come to me,” he says. “Don’t think I could, in good conscience, make out with you in Danny’s bed.” I laugh and throw the cover off of my legs, sliding off of the bed and taking the three steps over to Sam’s. He welcomes me by lifting his duvet, making room for me to join him under the covers.

“Better,” he says, once we’re side by side. His hand reaches out to cup my cheek and he shakes his head and chuckles in disbelief as he leans in to press his lips against mine.

Everyone always describes magical first kisses with someone as fireworks, but this doesn't feel explosive at all. It’s hot, yes, I’m warm all over, but I’d describe the heat more like lava. It’s slow, languid, all consuming. His hand moves from my cheek, around to the back of my neck, pulling me in closer, guiding me.

Our kiss breaks with a smacking sound. “Sam?” I murmur. He hums in reply. “What about Danny?”

“You’re thinking about Danny right now?” He pulls away to look at me, hand still in my hair. I can’t help but laugh, lips hovering over his.

“I just– I don't want to fuck things up with our friends.” I admit. “Like will things be weird when everyone’s back?”

A sly smile grows on his lips. “They already know.”

“They– how?” I ask, pulling back to see his face clearly.

“No, not about– this–” he gestures between us, “but Danny definitely knows how I feel about you.”

“Oh,” I smile. “Okay, and he wasn’t weird about it?”

“Who do you think gave me the idea to beg you to go with me tonight?” He asks. That’s all the validation I need before climbing into his lap and kissing him again. The sound that comes from the back of his throat as I straddle his hips is enough to bring me to my knees. His hands grab at my waist as mine tangle in his hair. I can’t help but smile to myself as he sucks my lower lip into his mouth. It was starting to get pathetic, the amount of times I’d dreamt of this moment with Sam.

The kiss gets heavy fast as I test the waters by ever so slightly swiveling my hips in his lap. His lips move to my neck as his hands on my waist replicate the motion by moving them himself. I can’t contain the huffs of air coming from my open mouth as he controls my hips just like he had when we were dancing at the bar.

“Oh my God, Sam,” I whisper. He responds by biting into the flesh at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

“Lay down for me?” He asks quietly. I obey, climbing off his lap and resting my head on his pillow.

“This okay?” I ask, lifting the baggy t-shirt up above my belly button, implying that I’m ready to take it off. Sam kneels above me, straddling my hips, looking down at the exposed skin and reaching out to touch.

“What if I wanna do that part?” he asks.

“You wanna take my shirt off, Sam?” I tease, returning the smile. He nods, reaching for the hem.

“Um–” I take his hand in mine, stopping his actions. “Where are your manners?” His lips part like he’s about to speak, but then shut into a sly grin.

“Well, excuse me.” He puts his hand on his chest, sinking down to sit on my thighs that are spread slightly below him. “Not very polite of me, was it?” He takes my hands in his and lifts them above my head until they’re pinned against the pillow. His lips hover centimeters from mine when he says, “May I, pretty please–”

“–with a cherry on top–”

“–with a cherry on top, see your beautiful body?”

“‘Course you can.” I smile, pursing my lips out to reach his. He kisses me back with fervor, hands trailing down my arms and down to my sides, sliding under my shirt. His hands are warm and calloused, but not rough like I’d expect a musician’s to be. He keeps kissing me as his hands explore my torso, finally cupping my breasts. I break the kiss with a gasp as he kneads them roughly, lips moving back to my neck. I hum out my satisfaction as he contrasts the firm grasp he has on me with gentle, wet, sucking kisses to my neck.

His hands begin their path south as do his lips. I arch my back to accommodate him pulling the t-shirt over my head to toss onto the floor.

“Perfect,” he mumbles, looking me over and leaning back down to press kisses to my sternum and down to my belly button. The fingers of his left hand move to hook into the waistband of my underwear and I feel panic rise up in me.

“Wait, wait,” I gasp, grabbing his hand. Sam pulls away to look at me, eyebrows furrowed with concern. “I just… I’ve never…”

“Oh, shit I’m sorry,” he tries to understand. “Oh, that’s okay, we don’t have to–” He sits up immediately, wiping the spit from his chin and running a hand through his hair.

“No, no, I’m not, like– I’m not a virgin, I just,” I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for the words that are about to come out of my mouth. “No one’s ever–”

“No one’s ever gone down on you before?” He asks. I shake my head. “Ever?” He clarifies.

“I mean I guess I don’t blame my boyfriend in highschool and the guy I was seeing last year just said he wasn’t into it,” I shrug.

“But he probably expected you to blow him, right?” Sam asks, leaning back in toward me, his elbow resting on the bed between my hip and the wall.

“Yeah, I guess. We didn’t date for that long, though, and–”

Sam interrupts me with a call of my name and then proceeds, “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do, but,” his eyes wander up and down my body and his hand sneaks below the fabric of my shirt, toying with the elastic of my underwear. “I really want to go down on you.” I feel the heat in my cheeks and I know I must be bright red.

“You want to?” I question, finding it hard to believe. “I thought guys just put up with doing it. Like it was a chore or something.” The smirk that slowly rises to Sam’s lips will be permanently etched into the fabric of my mind.

Sam clicks his tongue disappointedly, sitting up to hover over me once again. “You were wasted on such selfish lovers,” he says, lowering his body down on top of mine and kissing the skin just above my breast, his lips trail higher and higher, sucking a line of kisses up to my ear before whispering, “can I show you?” he asks, “can I show you how good it can be? For both of us?”

“Okay.” I breathe, tilting my hips up to grind against his, showing him how much I want just that. He groans into my neck as he grinds his hips down to meet mine. I can feel how hard he is and it makes me dizzy with desire. “Okay I want you to.”

“Promise me,” he confirms.

“I promise,” I nearly laugh. “Believe me, I want you to.”

“Okay,” he whispers, kissing my cheek. “Thank you,” another kiss to my jaw, “thank you,” kiss, “thank you,” kiss, until he’s pressing the most gentle pecks to the skin above my belly button. He looks up at me beneath his eyelashes and I can’t quite see him over the swell of my breasts, so I shift up onto my elbows, gaining confidence.

“You look good between my legs, Kiszka,” I smirk as he, once again, hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulls them down my thighs. Gently, he spreads my knees apart and gets down on his stomach between them. The confidence I had built from Sam practically begging to eat me out shrivels and dies the second he’s face to face with the most intimate part of me, but once again dissipates as he presses kisses to the insides of my thighs and pubic bone.

“You look pretty good from this angle, too.” He says before finally licking one slow stripe up my center. He closes his eyes and I thank God because I’m sure the way I’m practically drooling and sweating watching him do this is the farthest from sexy I could get. Slowly and methodically, he licks up and down my center, getting me used to the feeling of his tongue on the sensitive skin.

Just when I’ve started to collect my breath, he flattens his tongue and adds more pressure to his licks, flicking his tongue up at the end as he reaches my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” my hips jump away from the mattress at the feeling of the tip of his tongue teasing me. His right hand moves from where it was at my side to flatten over the skin below my belly button, attempting to hold me still against the bed.

He surprises me by alternating licks with gentle sucking my clit between his lips. I squirm underneath him, releasing my elbows from underneath me, no longer strong enough to hold myself up when I feel his finger slip between my folds.

His lips and tongue focus on drawing firm, wet circles around my clit as his finger slowly slides into me.

“I need you, Sam,” I moan with my face turned to the side, voice muffled into the pillow. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Gonna make you cum first, gorgeous,” he says, “can you do that for me?’ I nod. “Tell me,” he pleads, “tell me you’ll cum for me.”

“I will,” I promise as he adds another finger.

“You will what?” he taunts.

“I’ll cum, I’ll cum,” I huff as his fingers pick up speed.

“Cum for who?” He continues his interrogation.

As I’m about to answer, he curls his fingers upward inside me, causing me to gasp and yell, “you! Fuck, I’m gonna cum for you.”

“Alright, alright, no need to shout,” he grins, using his lips to return to the work he’d started on my clit.

“Fuck you,” I groan with absolutely no malice, gripping the sheets in my hands as he licks and sucks at me.

I know he can tell I’m close by the way he keeps his pace with his fingers and tongue and I cum around his fingers moments later.

“Thank you,” I breathe as he kisses my thighs while I come down. “Come here,” I reach out for him. He crawls up beside me and kisses my cheek. I turn my face to the side and catch his lips in a kiss. I move to sit up and he makes room for me to press him back against the foot of the bed, straddling his hips.

“I don’t think we’re very fairly matched here,” I say looking down at the layer of fabric between us.

“Allow me,” he says, reaching down to pull his boxer briefs off.

“Ah, ah, ah–” I stop him. “What if I wanna do that part?” I parrot his sentiment from earlier. He crosses his arms behind his head, fully relaxing into the mess of sheets and pillows underneath him.

“By all means,” he smiles up at me. I lean down to kiss his lips as my hands palm the hard bulge between his legs. He moans into my mouth as I squeeze and pump his cock over his underwear before sliding them down his legs.

My lips press against his cheek, down his neck and back up to his ear. “Are you gonna fuck me, Sam?” I ask, hand reaching back down to palm at his now bare cock.

“Jesus,” he sighs as I lick the shell of his ear, gaining momentum with my strokes.

“Hmm?” I press.

“Yeah,” he says, “yeah I’m gonna fuck you.” I hum approval in his ear as I line myself up over him.

“Gonna let me ride you?” I ask, teasing the tip against my center.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “you think you’re ready to go again? Not too sensitive?” he asks, reaching down to brush his finger over my clit.

“Fuck you,” I flinch at his touch, breath huffing out of me in a laugh. He leans up to kiss me again, sliding his tongue into my mouth and his hand into my hair as I lower down onto him. I stay still for a moment, adjusting to the size of him before lifting up and back down experimentally.

“Yeah, that’s so good,” he praises. I find a rhythm, bouncing up and down, feeling him slide almost all the way out before going back in again. I brace myself with my hands flat on his chest as he holds my ass in his hands and pumps up into me harder and faster.

“Oh my God, Sam,” I huff, trying to catch my breath as he hits my g-spot over and over. I reach down between us to circle my clit, chasing the orgasm I can feel building again. When Sam notices, he sits up, causing me to fall onto my back on the bed as he repositions himself and before I have time to think, he’s moving behind me so that we’re both on our sides.

“C’mere,” he says, taking my knee and lifting it under his forearm, spreading me open once again. “Can you hold your leg open for me?” he asks, pressing kisses to my neck as he repositions himself at my entrance. I agree, taking my leg, as he did, hooking in the crook of my arm. “Perfect, you’re doing so good. You’re perfect.”

I rest my head down on the pillow as he slips back inside of me, finding that same rhythm, but this time, snaking his hand down under my arm to touch me. I feel his lips at my ear as he rocks his hips against me, dragging his cock in and out and this new angle feels even better. I know I’m not far from another orgasm, and that’s confirmed when Sam’s fingers trace down my stomach and start to circle my clit.

Our breaths become more and more ragged and desperate as we climb toward release together.

“I’m gonna cum again, Sam.” I whine, clenching around him and before I know it, that warm, tingly euphoric feeling is washing over me. Sam moans and curses, face buried into my hair as he pulls out and finishes in his hand.

“Fuck,” he breathes, and it’s quiet for a few moments before he brushes my hair to out of my face and presses soft kisses to the back of my neck.

“I don’t think I have the energy to change these sheets,” I admit.

“Oh absolutely not,” he agrees.

“Don’t tell Danny?” I suggest, motioning to Danny’s bed, implying that it’s a more suitable option for us tonight.

“Don’t tell Danny.” Sam laughs in agreement.

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indigostreaking · 1 year

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Hearts Aflame

Chapter 7

Start over here.

(Chapter six)

Firefighter!Danny x fem!reader

Warnings: JAKE POV, fluff, angst, language, drinking, sass..I think that’s really it this time 😅

Word count: 4.4k

Jake's POV

After putting it off as long as I could, I finally pulled in to Dan and Sam's driveway. It wasn't that I was avoiding them—or anyone for that matter, but I was not looking forward to hearing Danny gushing over his new girl. The prolonged bout of singleness had made me a little bitter towards couples, especially disgustingly happy ones like Danny and y/n. I climbed out of the car and grabbed my guitar case from the back seat, but I had to hide my startled jolt when I heard the front door shut abruptly.

Illuminated by the dull light of the moon, she looked almost ethereal, save for the annoyed look on her face. "Hey there, darling," I called out as I casually strolled closer. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she realized she wasn't alone, and I couldn't contain my laughter at that reaction. She spun around quickly, with a bright smile replacing the frown that was there seconds ago.

"Hey, Jake," she replied softly. "You're late." The gentle scold was followed with an easy laugh. I bit back my smile, forcing myself back into a bored facade.

"Which of my brothers am I to blame for you leaving in such a hurry?" I asked as cooly, still trying to sound flirty without overdoing it. A fine line. Honestly, if I were a better man, I wouldn’t be flirting with her at all…but alas, here we are.

"Um, none of them. I've just got some animals to take care of at home," she said nonchalantly. I nodded while internally trying to decipher if I felt more relieved or disappointed that she wouldn’t be here.

After a beat of silence, I finally snapped back to the present and replied, "Alright..until next time then, y/n." Then I stepped past her, up the stairs, and on to the porch as she hurried off.

Despite my better judgement, I looked back, letting myself watch her climb in to the waiting car. When I turned to head inside, I was met by my twin's face as he walked out the front door. "Chasing after Daniel's girl?" I teased with a smirk, knowing exactly which buttons of his to push. Getting him riled up was one of my most treasured past times, never failing to entertain me.

"What? No." He replied quickly. "I just wanted to make sure that you were here.." I knew he was lying, especially when he looked past me to watch y/n’s Uber back out of the driveway and disappear down the road. It would appear that my dear brother was more infatuated than he let on. Interesting. I tucked away this bit of information..a little rainy day fun, if you will.

"I get it," I admitted a little too honestly. "She's got that fuckable girl next door vibe that some people seem to love," I amended, purposely stoking the fire that was burning within him. His eyes cut back to me and narrowed in disgusted anger.

"Fuckable? Really, Jacob?" He asked incredulously, but I just smiled and shook my head in amusement. "That's not really saying much coming from you, you know?" He was smirking now, as he finished, "You'd fuck a hole in the wall with the right motivation."

"I think the word you're looking for, brother, is lubrication," I replied, letting my words lilt with the slight British accent that I had inadvertently adopted from time to time. Then I smirked and quirked an eyebrow at him—poking the bear, metaphorically speaking—as I pushed even more of his buttons before letting him off the hook with a lazy chuckle. He was seething when I pushed past him and finally stepped inside for band practice.

~*~*~

"Does he ever come home anymore?" Josh asked loudly as he stoked the fire with a long stick. I took another long swig from my beer and turned towards Sam, curious to hear the answer.

"No!" He groaned, and continued to play tug of war with the dog. "He's lucky he still pays his part of rent...otherwise I'd start charging him child support," he rolled his eyes dramatically, but there was no way for him to hide how much he actually enjoyed having Smokey around. Josh and I both forced a laugh for Sam's benefit, but the air felt oddly heavy. "He's been busy with work, and helping y/n with the resc—OH SHIT! I forgot to tell you!" He exclaimed, interrupting his own train of thought. I glanced at my twin, sharing a knowing look before we both gave our little brother our undivided attention. "I went over there the other night to check on this—nevermind, the why isn't important. Anyway, I was standing in the kitchen, and I could hear them," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. My eyes widened, and Sam continued, "Then she walked out completely naked, and before I had a chance to even realize what was happening, Danny came running out with a lamp!"

Josh erupted into laughter, but I managed to bite mine back. "Was he naked, too?" I asked out of curiosity, but internally groaned at myself for asking such a dumb question.

"Of course he was naked, Jacob! Poor Smokey was so traumatized that I knew I had to get him out of there," he replied dramatically.

"Yeah, before Daniel could beat you with his..lamp," Josh teased, taking his turn wiggling his eyebrows now. I couldn't hold my laughter in any longer as it sputtered out of me while I was mid-sip of my beer.

"Oh fuck off," Sam groaned, effectively ending the conversation. We let our laughter die down with the fire, drinking and chatting well into the night. Sam eventually disappeared, which wasn't unusual for him when we drank, but it was my turn to groan when my phone vibrated in my back pocket.

After fighting to free it from its denim cage, I struggled to get my eyes to focus on the messages that popped up in rapid succession. I fucking hate group chats.

Sammy boy-Oh Daniel! we r going hiking 2noro

Sammy boy- I know u r off wrk...

Sir Daniel- Sounds fun! Me and y/n will meet you at the house around 6am. You should probably stop drinking now, though...unless you feel like hiking with a hangover 🤪

Sir Daniel- That means you, too, twinsies 😏

I rolled my eyes at how well he knew us, and looked up to see Josh grinning from ear to ear. "S’gonna be fun!" he cheered enthusiastically, only slurring his words slightly despite the small mountain of cans he had collected throughout the night. I just finished my drink before putting out the fire and heading inside.

~*~*~

My alarm was blaring when I picked my phone up off the end table to see it was barely 5:30am. Fuck drunk Jake. I groaned, stretching and yawning before rolling off the couch and sneaking in to the bathroom to claim the first shower. I washed and rinsed as quick as I could, even brushing my teeth in there before turning the water off and stepping out onto the bathmat. I hurriedly dried my hair a little with my dirty t-shirt, then draped my towel around my hip before heading back to the living room to wake Josh. The idiot had slept on top of a pile of blankets in the floor instead of in Danny's bed or on the other couch. He claimed that he wanted to cuddle the dog, but as soon as he passed out, Smokey trotted off to sleep in bed with Sam. "Go shower before Sam gets up and hogs all the hot water," I instructed plainly as I pulled on my jeans from yesterday. He groaned in response, pulling the corner of a blanket over his eyes in protest. "I'm serious, it's too early for me to deal with you two dueling divas," I snarked, nudging him with my foot once more before stepping around him and trudging in to the kitchen. After I pulled on a plain gray shirt that I snagged from Danny's room, I pulled out three glasses from the cabinet and the blender.

Within seconds of the bathroom door clicking shut, Sam let out an exasperated sigh. "You guys suck! Even in my own house, I've gotta shower last?" He said loudly as he moped into the living room and plopped down on the couch. Smokey followed close behind, curling up to fill the spot beside him. I ignored the complaints and continued rummaging through their cabinets to put together a cure for this god awful hangover. "Fuck it, I'll just get the first one after the hike," he muttered as he leaned back, closing his eyes to catch just a bit more rest. I watched him eagerly as I pressed pulse on the blender, nearly collapsing into a fit of laughter when he levitated off the couch in shock.

"You sound like you could use a dose of Oliver's famous hangover cure," I said smoothly, in my best British accent as I poured my concoction into the glasses.

"Fuck you," he groaned, holding up his middle finger before nuzzling his face into Smokey's fur and murmuring his grievances to someone he knew would listen.

The front door opened before I could say anything else, and y/n walked in with the same bright smile she always sported. "Morning, guys!" She chirped happily as Danny flowed in behind her, resting his hand on her hip. Smokey launched himself at her, nearly tackling her to the ground once she was here. Sam was clearly offended deeply, because he threw his head back dramatically and held his hand to his chest as if he was wounded beyond repair.

"I already loaded a cooler in the back of my Jeep, but we'll probably need to take both—where's Josh?" Danny interrupted his own statement after realizing why he'd been able to talk for so long.

"I've got everything we need right here!" Josh announced loudly as he came waddling into the room carrying a large cooler, clearly loaded down with supplies because I could hear it sloshing with each step. Where he had gotten it from, let alone gotten his 'supplies' from, I may never know.

"Works for me,” I replied before quickly tossing back my drink without so much as a cringe. “Come drink your medicine, boys!" I called them over as I washed my glass then put it back in the cabinet. They hadn’t moved, so I waited impatiently, cocking my hip out and raising my eyebrows. Josh groaned and begrudgingly sat down the cooler before hauling Sam to his feet and dragging him to the kitchen island. I handed them their glasses with a pleased smile. They both took a deep breath, clinking their glasses before gulping the mixture down with a choked cough. Danny and y/n laughed at the theatrics before turning and walking back out the door. Josh raced after them, never wanting to be left behind. Sam and Smokey trotted along behind him, while I finished washing their cups and the blender. Once I put everything away, I made my way out, passing Danny as he ran back in to grab Josh's forgotten cooler.

Danny's Jeep was loaded down with coolers and guitars, per usual, so I ended up babysitting Josh and Sam, also per usual. Daniel held open the passenger door for y/n, and she giggled when he slapped her ass as she climbed in. It was nice seeing him so happy, but it annoyed the shit out of me to watch it. I’m not built to be single while my brothers are not, even if it’s just Danny. He deserved it, all of it, all of the love and happiness..but the universe forcing me to watch it seemed cruel. I climbed in to the driver's seat of Josh's white Jeep, and he was already happily settled into the passenger seat. He had been working on queueing up a playlist for the drive, and Sam had already made himself at home in the backseat with Smokey.

After driving for a while, Josh turned the music down abruptly and asked, "Is it weird that y/n is the only girl going with us? Like, do you think she feels weird or awkward?" His question seemed odd, but it intrigued me.

"Y/n doesn't care about stuff like that," Sam replied confidently. "She'll be fine...won't she, Smokes?" He reassured us before devolving in to unintelligible baby talk as he spoke to the dog.

"You think he’s right?" I asked nervously, glancing towards my twin. A smile played at the corner of his mouth as he studied me.

"Why? Did you have a girl you wanted to invite?" He asked in a teasing tone, causing me to roll my eyes. I tried to focus on the road, but I could hear the shit-eating grin as he continued, "Roster looking a little slim, huh, Jakey?" He elbowed my side playfully.

"Fuck off," I replied with a low chuckle. "Like you're doing any better," I shot back with a smirk.

“Like you’re doing any better,” he parroted back to me in a sing song tone before flipping me off and turning up the music to tune me out.

We pulled in to the gravel parking lot right behind Daniel and Y/n. The sound of the pebbles crunching and scattering under the tires was almost nostalgic, reminding me of all the time we had spent camping as kids. I had barely put the car in park before Sam had was tumbling out of the Jeep with a leashed Smokey in tow as he practically sprinted up the trail. The shithead didn’t grab anything but the dog, a back pack and his Danny pack. I sighed as I shut off the engine, slowly unbuckling as I watched Daniel and y/n unload the coolers and drag them up the trail. Josh disappeared, presumably to the back of his Jeep, so I made my way over to Danny's to grab the guitars.

"I'll come back for those later if you'll help me grab the tents," Josh shouted. I turned, cocking my head to the side until I saw his head pop out from behind his car. "Yeah?" He asked eagerly, waiting for my acceptance of his bargain.

I closed the trunk of the black Jeep with only my guitar case in hand, and trudged over to help. "Yeah," I muttered, grabbing one of the large tents while josh grabbed the other, a hatchet, a long stemmed lighter, and a bottle of starter fluid.

When we finally caught up to everyone, Sam was already rolling around in the grass, wrestling with Smokey while the lovebirds lounged nearby giggling and watched them. "Tents! Are we camping?" Danny asked excitedly when he saw us.

"Fuck yeah we are! Get your muscles over here to help set these bitches up," Josh shouted giddily. "Pardon the language, mama," he added with a tinge of embarrassment and guilt in his tone. Y/n just laughed and turned back to Sam and Smokey while Danny trotted over to help.

"I'll go get the wood for the fire," I announced, laying claims to my favorite camping chore. I dropped the tent and carefully placed my guitar case beside it before stepping through the tree line and in to the woods. As I wandered around, enjoying the brief silence and solitude as I searched for some nice, dry wood to start the fire. I was interrupted when a set of soft footsteps crunching through the leaves crept up behind me.

"I thought you could use some help," y/n said as she fell into step beside me. I smiled lazily as I continued scanning the underbrush for downed limbs to break up and bring back. Y/n followed my lead, bending down to gather smaller sticks and twigs for kindling. "So…should I be worried about spending the whole weekend alone in the wilderness with the 4 of you?” She asked in a joking tone, but she seemed a little anxious and unsure.

"Maybe..." I smirked over to her, pausing for just a little too long before adding, “Only if you’re worried about being bored to tears by Danny’s endless preaching about fire safety, Sam’s ‘nature walks’, or Josh’s…Joshness.” She gave me a pity laugh, rolling her eyes as she bumped her shoulder in to mine.

“What about you? How are you going to bore me to tears?” She asked with another laugh, watching her feet as we walked through the woods.

“Hmm…probably with my devastatingly good looks, or maybe my boyish charm?” I replied, kicking a stick away from her right as she reached for it.

“Fuck you!” She squealed, shoving me away as she reached for the stick again.

“Fuck!" I exclaimed abruptly once I noticed the light trickling through the trees. "Come on," I grabbed her hand, forcing us both to drop our bundles as I urgently lead her through the trees until we were at the edge of the forest. I proudly turned to her, smiling as I watched her big, doe eyes fill with awe.

"It's beautiful," she murmured, mostly to herself as we stood there together, quietly witnessing the sun rise and crest over the blue mountains in the distance, painting them purple while the pink and orange tones painted the sky around them. The moment was lost when voices came bubbling through the woods behind us.

"See? I told you we'd make it," Sam sassed the other two, clicking his tongue to call the dog to his side. Josh strolled up beside me, rolling his eyes as if he was saying 'Can you believe this guy?' I stifled a laugh, trying not to notice as Danny wrapped his arms around y/n, smiling down at her lovingly before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

"How are you so beautiful?" He whispered in to her hair, breathing her in. She giggled and placed her hands on his chest, pushing him far enough away that she could stretch up on to her tip toes and kiss him tenderly. “An angel,” he murmured in to the kiss, causing her to giggle even more.

"I'm gonna head back and start the fire," I announced loudly. No one said anything as I marched back to the woods, gathering the discarded bundles from earlier.

When I got back to camp, I was pleasantly surprised to see that the two large tents were already set up and placed perfectly with a few logs leaving the perfect half circle home for the fire. By the time the other 3 came back, I had already got the fire started and steady. The rest of the day was spent taking naps, planning the big hike tomorrow and going on little adventure walks to explore the area around our camp.

By the time the sun had finally slipped below the horizon, we had huddled around the fire with beers in hands. "You gonna play that thing or did you just carry it all the way up here to look cool?" Y/n teased with the slurred confidence that you only gained from alcohol. Everyone laughed but I quirked an eyebrow at her in genuine surprise.

"Alright, alright, darling, take it easy." I held up my hands in defeat before reaching down to rescue my guitar from its case, letting it settle into my lap as my fingers grazed across the beveled frets. "Got any requests?" I asked y/n before glaring at Sam and adding, "I swear to god, if you say Freebird, you won't be leaving these woods.." The threat was empty, just as all of them always had been, but it served its' purpose to let Sam know that I was serious.

"Always so aggressive," he mumbled, leaning his shoulder against Danny as he finished, "That's why you're my favorite brother." Daniel beamed at him, draping an arm over Sam’s shoulder and leaning in as well.

"You're mine, too, Sammy," he replied sincerely and without a hint of hesitation.

"Um…rude!" Josh chimed in, feigning offense and eliciting a laugh from the group. Y/n leaned against Danny’s other side, and in response, he coiled his free arm around her middle. He gripped her tightly, pulling her back flush against his chest as he leaned in and whispered something that made her blush.

Once she recovered, she answered with a tipsy smile, "No requests, just play whatever you want, Jakey." I could feel the suspicious eyes on me, but I ignored them as I combed through the ever growing catalog of songs and riffs in my mind. I began to strum, letting my eyes flutter shut already losing myself in the music as my fingers deftly danced across the strings. Suddenly, words began to fill my head, bobbing around to the melody until I had to sing. My voice came out shakey, but smoothed out once I felt Josh's hand on my shoulder as he hummed along

She's a woman in a dream

The one that makes you fall in love

Though her face is never seen

She is what this love is of

The words faded from my mind as they tumbled from my lips, and the music filled the cool night air before finally melting into the breeze. I felt oddly relieved yet raw once I opened my eyes and glanced around the group. Danny and y/n were lost in their own little world, giggling and fawning over each other. Sam was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed as he absentmindedly toyed with Smokey’s floppy ears. The dog had laid his favorite toy duck in Sam’s lap before resting his head beside it lovingly. “That was beautiful, brother,” Josh whispered with a gentle squeeze of my shoulder. “I’m gonna put the baby to bed, holler if you need me,” he added before pushing down on my shoulder to steady himself as he rose to his feet. I chuckled softly as I watched him gingerly shake Sam to wake him before leading him towards one of the empty tents with an arm around his waist.

“Heading to bed already?” Y/n called out after them, sounding a little disappointed.

“Sam must have tuckered himself out playing with Smokey all day,” I answered for them, half jokingly.

She smiled sleepily, stifling a yawn as she stood up. “I gotta use the little girls’ tree before bed, will you put up the food?” She asked Danny softly as I placed my guitar back in its case. He nodded and she disappeared into the wooded area behind the tents.

“I really liked your song,” Danny said as he diligently put everything back in the cooler. I nodded, focusing more on carefully adjusting the fire and making sure the wood was stacked in a way that it could burn all night. “We should finish it and add it to the setlist for the next show,” he added he tied the trash bag tightly before stepping away to hang it high in a tree a ways from camp. ‘To keep the bears away.’

“I’m gonna grab some more wood so we don’t have to worry about it in the morning,” I called out just loud enough for him to hear. What sounded like a muffled ‘okay’ was enough of a response for me, so I grabbed a head lamp and turned it on to light the path through over uneven ground. I had to weave my way through the trees to find a few large limbs that had fallen during a recent storm. While stomping a few of the more bitter pieces, I heard a whimper in the dark. “Y/n? You out here?” I asked cautiously, scanning the area around me searching for her small frame.

“Over here,” she replied quickly. I must have stumbled over every rock and root as I closed the distance between us, but I found her sitting flat on her ass, clutching her right ankle. “I must have stepped wrong, or stepped in to a hole or something,” she explained between sniffles, wiping tears from her eyes with her sleeve.

“Hey, none of that,” I chided softly. “You’re okay,” I whispered soothingly as I knelt down in front of her. I smiled up at her, and explained, “I need to get a look at your ankle, but I promise I’ll be gentle..” She nodded, giving me permission to proceed, so I carefully lifted her injured leg and placed her foot on my elevated knee. She cried out, but nodded again letting me continue. She took a deep breath as I rolled up her pant leg as delicately as I could, revealing a swollen ankle that had already begun to bruise. If my memory served correctly, this needed ice and elevation to stop the swelling. Thank god for all my years in sports and scouts.

“Is it bad?” She asked anxiously, wincing again as her weight shifted slightly.

“No, it’s not bad,” I replied calmly. “I’d like to carry you back to camp, though. Don’t want you putting weight on it, until a professional can get a look,” I added, still maintaining my calm demeanor and offering a gentle smile.

“No..I mean, you don’t—I can do it,” she protested, pushing away from me as she tried to rise to her feet. She quickly collapsed with a whimper as she started to cry again. A wave of hurt and embarrassment washed over me when I realized what her concern was. She was afraid I couldn’t carry her…

I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t keep the snark out of my tone when I asked, “Do you want to sit here by yourself while I go fetch Daniel, or will you quit being a stubborn ass and let me carry you?” She huffed a sigh but ultimately realized this was the easiest option and gave up, lifting her arms like an overgrown toddler.

“Good choice,” I said smugly as I snaked my arm under her knee and the other behind her neck. She looped her arms around my neck as I slowly lifted her up, but she winced and dug her nails in to the back of my neck as her foot dangled freely. Realizing my mistake, I shifted my grip tipping her backwards to allow her ankle to rest against my forearm. “Let me know if you need me to go slower,” I said plainly, afraid that I’d hurt her with too much movement.

She nodded in response, so I began the journey through the woods and back to camp. I plotted each step as carefully as I could, glancing down at y/n periodic to check on her. She smiled up at me and playfully pinched my bicep as she giggled to herself. “You’re stronger than you look, Jakey,” she teased. I rolled my eyes before turning to face her tipsy ass, intending to say something snarky back, but I was struck dumb by the way she glowed in the moonlight. Ethereal. As if caught in a trance, I found myself trying to chart the constellations in her eyes until she giggled and looked away, mercifully breaking the hold I was under. “I’m so sorry, I—” she began—she was apologizing to me? I furrowed my brows and shook my head in disbelief as I I cut her off.

“No! You shouldn’t be—I mean, I’m the—Please don’t apologize to me. I should apologize to you. I mean I am so sorry..” I hardly recognized my own voice as I stumbled over my words. “Let’s just get you back to camp so we can take care of you, yeah?” I sighed, smiling down at her until she nodded in agreement.

Danny must have been watching for one of us to return, because he noticed immediately when I emerged from the tree line with her in my arms. “Oh fuck!” He exclaimed as he closed the distance between us with a few long strides. “Is she—Are you okay?” He asked, shifting his attention from me to her.

“I’m okay,” she reassured him, reaching out and tracing her fingers along his cheek. He smiled down at her, then turned back to me obviously waiting for an explanation.

“She either tripped or stepped in a hole on her way back. Her ankle is pretty banged up—it’s already bruised and swollen. We need to get it elevated and iced,” I explained calmly. He carefully reached under her, lifting her from my arms and carrying her to the empty tent.

After grabbing the ibuprofen from my bag, I overheard Danny whispering, “This is gonna hurt, but only for a second." Seconds later, I could hear y/n stifle a whine as he adjusted the pillows to keep her foot high enough. "Hey, Jake?" Danny called out, ready for the ice I had promised to retrieve.

“Right here,” I affirmed as I opened the flaps of their tent. She looked sleepy as she waved at me with a wide grin. I shook my head, but couldn’t bite back my smile. “Okay, so 20 minutes of ice every hour, and make sure she gets 2 of these every 4 hours,” I instructed Daniel as I tossed the bottle of ibuprofen inside. He gave me a look to remind me that he is well versed in first aid care. “Right. Well, have a goodnight, Daniel. Let me know if you need anything,” I said calmly, reaching in and squeezing his shoulder gently. He offered a curt nod before turning back to y/n and setting a timer in his phone as he placed the bag of ice on her ankle. “Goodnight, y/n,” I mouthed behind Danny’s back, sneaking in a cheeky wink, which made her giggle.

When I made it back to my own tent, I loosed a breath that I had apparently been holding, then wiped my sweaty palms down the front of my pants. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself like Josh had shown me, then snuggled in to the sleeping bag that had been reserved for me. I loosed another sigh as my head hit the pillow, covering my eyes with my forearm. What the fuck was today?

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basiccortez · 2 years

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Baby Series extras: mothers day<3

@josh_gvf

josh_gvf happy first Mother's Day, momma @y/nsartgram

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Jake_gvf thanks for putting up with my brother enough to make a baby with him

y/nsartgram pleasure was all mine. probably will do it again

sammy_gvf can you come back now? I miss Olly

@Jake_gvf

Jake_gvf momma's day @y/ninstragram

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sammy_gvf dyl pickle

y/ninstagram my favorite Mother's Day gift

Jake_gvf I thought I was.

@sammy_gvf

sammy_gvf I have to post a throwback cause @y/nkiszka is against taking new pictures. but happy Mother's Day.

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y/nkiszka I haven't showered in three days and my shirt has vomit on it.

sammy_gvf sexy mama

Jake_gvf ew.

Danny_gvf happy Mother's Day, Y/N!

y/nkiszka happy Mother's Day to you too Daniel

@Danny_gvf

Danny_gvf this Mother's Day is very special for @mrsy/nwagner. it's not her first, but it's our first with our rainbow baby. happy Mother's Day, love.

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Lost Heart - Prologue

Summary: Every story needs a happy ending, right? Jake fights to keep the family from falling apart.

AN: Even though it’s the prologue, it’s a must read for the series. So excited to be back with my favorite vampire babies. Updating every Thursday.

Warnings: Penetrative Sex, Oral M!Receiving, Blood, Death

“Baby it’s been three weeks! Three weeks since I’ve changed and you haven’t let me step foot out of this house. I’m going a little crazy.” You threw your hands up wildly in the air as you talked, much to the amusement of your husband and brother-in- law sitting on the maroon couch in front of you. You know who you looked like as you talked so animatedly, yet found it best to ignore that observation that was obvious to everyone else in the room.

Neither one of them have let you out of their sight, afraid that you wouldn’t be able to control the ‘uncontrollable thirst that becomes so painful your stomach turns inside out,’ as Sam explained to you once during one of his melodramatic soliloquies. He made it a point to have a daily lesson prepared for you each day, whether that be speed, flying, controlling your strength, or anything else he found imperative to your newborn vampirism.

Yet, there was one thing he was hesitant in sharing, but you think that had more to do with Jake than anything else. Compulsion, changing one’s memories and thoughts, was something that wasn’t exactly new to you, but it was not the same as what you could do with Jake.

With Jake, he could not defy you, with others their whole reality was shifted and changed. If you willed it, they wouldn’t even remember meeting you or being bitten. After hours of nagging, Sam explained that the family uses it only for feeding. Jake had forbidden any of them from using it for any other purpose, refusing to take anyone’s free will away. You could remember the ping of guilt deep in your gut when Sam told you this, knowing that you had many times taken away Jake’s right to decisions and autonomy. It was something you promised him and yourself that you would work on, asking and never demanding him to do anything. Being a better wife to Jake was of utmost importance to you now, and you hoped that the rocky history you two shared never repeated itself.

“Exactly, it’s only been three weeks. You’ll have plenty of time to get out there.” Jake was draped on his ‘throne’, a black button up shirt only secured to his body by a single gold button and tight black jeans hanging low on his hips, pointlessly wearing an open belt. You found yourself getting distracted by how sexy he looked when he didn’t even try, and you wanted to pounce on him.

That was something else he didn’t allow for the last three weeks, he just wouldn’t fuck you. Jake spent a lot of time with his face buried between your thighs, but hasn’t given you what you needed. You weren’t above begging, and you did. You went so far as getting on your knees a week after your transformation, which just ended up with Jake laughing at you and throwing you over his shoulder before pinning you against the shower wall and making sure you came not once but twice.

He explained that he still wasn’t sure that you could handle it, and you really wondered if it would be that overwhelming. However there were times, when you were mortal, that ended with you in tears because of the earth-shattering sensations that surged through your body after he was done with you. So, even with how annoying it was, you knew listening to him was in your best interest at this point.

“I wanna get out of here, please baby!” You spoke so whiny that it sent a smile to Sam’s face. He still flirted with you, but it was always in a joking innocent manner.

“No.” There was a slight smirk on the corner of Jake’s pretty lips, privy that he was taunting you. “I bring you more than enough to feed, you’re fine.”

“Oh yes, I love that you hypnotize all of these bikini clad girls to follow you to our home.”

“Hey! Sam picks them, I just get them here.”

You casted an evil eye towards the lanky boy, with a newly growing mustache, that you adored so much. His eyes grew wide as he put his hands up in defense, nervous that he was caught.

“You never thought about, I don’t know, bringing a guy back?”

“Tried it for a decade, didn’t stick.”

“And you-, wait what?” Sam looked at you like he said something so obvious to you. The two of you stared at each other with squinted eyes, waiting for the other to speak first, but after a few moments of tense silence you decided to drop it. “We will talk about this later, I have questions.”

“We both will need tequila for that.” You ignored him, turning back to your husband with your hands on your hips. “Can you just take me hunting?”

“Hunting? You want me to take you hunting?”

“Well, duh! Have you not been listening?” Jake’s smirk grew into a full grown devious smile, also resembling his twin.

“Not really. You look really hot when you’re angry.”

“Please!”

“No!”

“Please!”

“Stop begging.” He was sitting straight up now, leaning against his knees watching you through his long eyelashes. His low husky voice had an underlying sensual tone, he obviously didn’t care if Sam was in the room having shared you with him countless times before. Sometimes you did miss those times, but seeing Jake happier and calmer was well worth it.

“I will get on my knees and beg.”

“Oh, now I am begging to see that!”

“Shut up, Sam.” Jake never broke eye contact as he stalked over to you, eyes heavy and that teasing smile still pertinent on his lips. “Do you really think you can handle it?”

He walked behind you pulling all of your hair to one side of your neck, exposing your soft skin to him. You gulped then bit your lip when you felt his warm breath trickle up your skin. “Y-yes.”

“I’m not so sure, baby, you’ve never been the best at controlling yourself.” You wanted to give him a rebuttal, but were too distracted by his lips brushing against your earlobe to say anything. “I think you’d get too greedy, take more than you deserve.”

There was a double meaning to what he was saying, he wasn’t trying to hide it. Jake every once in a while reminded you that he still wasn’t the happiest with you, never obviously but with just small remarks and actions. He had every right to be, and you continued to work so things were better between the two of you.

“Jake, I want it.”

“Want what? To feed?” His index finger ghosted up your thigh, all the way up to the hemline of your very short skirt. “Or something else, baby girl?”

“T-to feed.” You pressed yourself back into him as he continued to explore every inch of skin that was at his disposal.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to lie to me anymore.” His rough laugh sent vibrations into your chest, catching your breath in your throat before you could speak. “Can you listen to me? Follow my directions?”

“Yes, sir.” It felt appropriate to call him that in this moment, and you knew he liked it by the way his hips pressed into your ass.

“Then we will get you everything you have been so cutely begging for.”

You rub your things together, already feeling the wetness that was growing from the gentle touches your husband was giving you. It didn’t take much for you to be turned on anymore, Jake could simply just walk into a room a certain way and you were ready to take him to bed. He explained to you that was a normal reaction to all of the heightened senses you were feeling, basically you were able to smell more of Jake’s pheromones. But you had a different theory, you thought maybe it had to do more with the fact that your soul’s were entirely intertwined now. Jake no longer shared his soul with anyone else, you both felt it. There was a moment when you were laying in bed and a warm rush flooded over you, after that the only thing on your mind was Jake. You could hear every thought, feel everything he felt, and see what he was seeing. After a few days those abilities subsided a little, yet you never have felt closer to him.

“Everything?”

“That’s what I said, baby. You need to start listening.”

“I will, I promise.”

Jake grasped both of your hips, pushing you off of him then turning you around to face him. He lowers his head slightly, so he could look you directly in the eye. “If anything becomes too much you remember what to say, right? Even when we are hunting.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Say it now.”

“Please don’t make me say it, Jake.”

“Say it. This proves that you will listen.” All seriousness of the situation diminished, he was back to strictly teasing you. He raised a single eyebrow and tilted his head while biting back his smile.

You let out a long sigh, throwing your head back while you did. “Twilight,’ you mumbled.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you that well.” Sam was snickering on the couch at the interaction

“Twilight.”

“There must be something in my ears cause I didn’t hear anything. Did you, Sam?”

“Nope, not a word.”

“TWILIGHT! Twilight, twilight, twilight!”

“Ah! There it is!” Jake held your hand between his hands, bringing you closer to him so he could kiss your pouty lips.”Now that you know the safe word, go get dressed baby. Wear something black.”

“You two are assholes, you know.” You start stomping your way towards the sectioned off room of the sunken hotel.

“We know.” The brothers said in unison. Jake tackled his younger brother to the couch, hitting him with light punches and noogies just to add to Sam’s irritation.

No matter how annoyed you got with Jake when he was like this, you had to admit it was your favorite. It took him so long to trust you enough to show that side of him, and you relished in every goofy, silly, or immature moment he gave you. You turn back to look at Jake, he looked so carefree play fighting with Sam, until you really looked at him. Past his smile was a lingering sadness that has been stuck on his features since Josh and Danny rode off that night. Jake was a family man, and would never truly be happy until his full family was under one roof.

‘I love you, Jacob.”

‘You know I love you, now go get dressed baby. No skirts.’

‘But-’

‘Am I gonna have to make you listen?’ You rolled your eyes one last time, even though he couldn't see it you knew he was aware of the action. ‘Oh, so that’s a yes.’

Before you could even turn around, Jake had you tossed over your shoulder, his hand snaking up the back of your skirt to grab at your ass.

“C’mon! We only have a few hours before sunrise!’

“She won’t last very long, don’t worry!”

Sam must have gotten a good view because you heard him let out a low whistle as Jake carried you to the bed tucked in the back corner of the sunken hotel. You heard Sam leave the cave, obviously not wanting to hear or see what was going to occur between you and Jake.

Jake didn’t place you on the bed, rather sat on it bringing you into his lap. Instantaneously, you rolled your hips against his letting out a deep moan from the tiniest amount of friction that you got.

“You let me know if anything hurts or becomes too much, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You brushed it off, thinking that Jake was being overly cautious, choosing instead to kiss and suck down his neck while grinding down on his growing bulge.

“No, seriously. Promise me.”

“Jake, is it going to be that bad?” Your stomach sank, you never wanted the passion and chemistry to diminish between the two of you.

“I don’t know. I just never want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You never have, you have always treated me so perfectly.”

His hands slid against the soft skin of the tops of your thighs. “I love you.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

The cold metal of Jake’s belt buckle scraped up your inner thigh, leaving raised red skin, but importantly caused your body to shudder into his. Goosebumps covered every inch of your body, your toes curled, and back arched as you whined out Jake’s name.

“I haven’t even touched you yet.” He kissed and nipped up your neck between words, smiling at your exaggerated expression.

Your eyebrows were tightly knit together while your fangs were pressing sharply into your lip, making two small droplets of blood fall down your chin.

Jake quickly licked it up, closing his eyes and groaning at the taste of you.

You pushed his chest back with an open palm so you could read his face when you asked his next question. “Will you still bite me?”

“I already planned on it.”

Swiftly, Jake lifted you and turned you so your back was laying on the soft mattress. He wasn’t hovering over you, rather standing on the edge of the bed with a hand on each knee so your legs were spread wide.

“Can you touch yourself for me, baby?” You have done this with him before, however, right now you wanted him so your impairentece was rapidly growing.

“Baby, please, I need you. Not my own fingers.”

“You sound so pathetic baby, it’s hot.” His grip on your knees tightened, and you were excited to see if bruises were going to form now with your new strength.

“Jake, it’s already too much teasing. Please.”

“No, I want you to do what I asked. I want you to listen.”

If Jake was going to make you wait to feel his cock inside of you, you were going to make him suffer. With a bratty huff, you pulled down your pink satin panties to your knees as you stared at him with an annoyed expression. Jake pulled them off the rest of the way, deviously chuckling as he did so.

You raised your eyebrows to ask Jake if he was being serious, in which he just nodded his head toward your exposed pussy for an obvious response.

There was no shyness as you swirled your index finger to gather wetness before bringing it to your clit. You knew your body, not as well as Jake, but you were still able to easily find the pattern and rhythm that you preferred. As soon as your fingers grazed your clit you gasped out, your body flying off the mattress from the speed an orgasm was building.

“Fuck, Jake.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you’re thinking about.” As he spoke, he lazily took off his clothes, keeping his focus on the work of your fingers.

“I’m thinking about you, fucking me.”

“More details, baby.” Once his boxers were thrown towards the hamper in the corner, his thick cock was in his hand. He slowly stroked it, encouraged by the visible wetness that was sliding down your inner thighs.

“You pinning me against the wall and fucking me harder than you ever have before. I can take it now, god, Jake, I fucking need it.”

Your own filthy words elicited you going faster and pressing harder on yourself.

“So needy, baby.” He picked up the speed on himself, matching your own so it was as if he was fucking you instead of his hand.

“I wanna cum, I feel it already.”

“Don’t.”

“But, Jake-“

“I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“Fuck, baby, please let me.”

He placed his hand on yours, stopping your movements and causing another whine of protest to leave your lips. “Do you think you deserve that?”

“No.” You were honest, you knew you didn’t deserve this from Jake, but you wanted it more than you ever had wanted him before.

“At least you know.” Jake brought his face closer to yours after he made his way to the side of the bed. His free hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing hard enough to make you strain for a breath. “I’m going to fuck you for me, not for you. You’ve been so selfish, I’m sick of seeing my cum go to waste down the shower drain.”

“I-I’m sorry.” Your voice was raspy and so meek and quiet, not your normal self.

“Don’t tell me, show me, baby.”

Jake kissed you harshly, forcing his tongue into your mouth to rub against yours. You didn’t fight him in the kiss, allowing him to have complete control over your body at this point.

‘Take off your clothes and get on your knees.’

Something in you didn’t let you protest, maybe it was the pure lust or maybe it was something else, you were too distracted to really think about it.

The hardwood wasn’t the most comfortable against your knee caps as you knelt completely naked in front of your husband. Your hands were politely draped in your thighs as you looked up at him with wide innocent eyes.

“Don’t look at me like you’re a good girl.” He pushed his thumb past your lips, pressing the pad against your tongue. You instinctively began to suck and run your tongue along his finger. “We both know you aren’t.”

He pulled the hair on the back of your head, his thumb popping out of your mouth with a small sound. Jake’s nails scraped along the sides of your head, moving both hands to tangle in the hair above your ears.

His cock was directly in front of your mouth, begging you to take it. You happily obliged, wanting to make your man feel good.

Without the use of your hands it was harder to take Jake fully, but he slowly pushed into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Luckily another benefit of being immortal, your gag reflex diminishes. Once Jake realized this, he fucked into your mouth. His hips collided with your chin with each fast and powerful thrust.

You admired him through the tears brimming your eyes. He looked gorgeous, of course, as he focused on the feeling of your soft lips wrapped around his dick. Jake’s lips were open slightly, allowing you to see his fangs as well. He was feral, finally able to have an outlet for the aggression over the last month.

“I’m so glad this mouth is mine.” You let him use you, like he said this was about him, even though it was your first time actually being fucked. Jake knew you were into this, or else he would have eased up a little bit. He had spent the last three weeks making you feel good, so he deserved this.

“I don’t want to cum on your face, I want to cum in you.”

Your mouth was still full, so you had to respond in your mind. ‘Then fucking do it.’

Jake snapped his hips back, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the top of his dick. He grabbed under your arms and lifted you up with ease.

“Let’s get you against that wall, shall we?”

The two of you smiled at one another, anticipation making the tension between the two of you grow more than you thought possible.

Your legs circled around his waist, arms crossed behind his head as he stepped closer towards the dusty wall.

“Ready?”

“Just fuck me, Jake.”

“I’m trying to- you know what. Fuck it.” He slammed you against the wall harder than you initially expected, growing frustrated by your bratty-ness.

Without warning, Jake thrusted up into your dripping cunt. Sliding in with ease from the weeks-long foreplay he made you suffer through.

Your hands flew to Jake’s shoulder blades, nails scratching into his tan skin hard enough to cut him open. You could feel his blood drip onto his hand, but neither of you seemed to mind as he fastly thrusted into you.

With you being slightly above him, Jake was able to hit deep within you, prodding your g-spot every time he entered you.

His mouth was latched onto your nipple, swirling his tongue around and over it, making it overly sensitive. One of his hands was pulling at the roots of your hair, the other anchoring you to the wall by your hip.

‘Baby, you take me so well.’

“Jake!” His name being called out couldn’t be described as anything other than a scream. Your vision was hazy at best, a white fog clouding your field of vision as your body began to tremble. You always were able to feel every part of him, but now you really felt like your bodies were one. Jake stretched you to the point that every vein on his cock felt like it pushed you a little too far. It seemed as if you could feel every part of Jake, even the parts that weren’t necessarily touching you.

You were breathing so heavy it was as if you just ran five miles, your chest pushing into Jake’s mouth with each breath. Your toes were curled, your heels digging into the small of Jake’s back while he held your sensitive body between him and the wall.

‘Told you you wouldn’t be able to last long.’

“Can you, please-“

You didn’t even get out the question before Jake bit down on your breast, a place he had never bitten you before. The searing pain was the catalyst you needed to allow your orgasm to crash through your body. You violently shook as white hot waves ran from your head to the tips of your toes. This wasn’t a typical orgasm. When you closed your eyes, every intimate moment you shared with Jake replayed in your head, you could feel every moment of pleasure he ever gifted you.

You never had felt closer to Jake, like the last barrier between the two of you crashed down, giving you full access to Jake and his soul.

“Jake!” You repeated his name over and over again, only being able to think and focus on him.

‘Good, baby.’ He praised you, yet Jake wasn’t stopping. He never faltered his pace when you throbbed against his cock. Jake was focused on his pleasure, your clenching pussy was just a tool to get him to his own pleasure.

Your moans were stringing together in a symphony of whines, curses, and his name. You had no opportunity to calm down before the tightness in your stomach began to rebuild.

Jake looked up to your eyes, your blood staining his lips a darker red. His pupils were blown out as he wildly smiled at you with stained teeth.

“Another? Already?” Jake didn’t let you respond, rather moving his hand from your hair to your neck, choking you again. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Mhm.” You were biting down on your lip, gasping for any air that he would allow you.

The two of you were covered in each other’s blood, however, that somehow seemed to make the two of you even closer to each other, something you didn’t even know was possible.

You debated using the safe word as the pleasure started to become painful until Jake’s thrust started slowing down. He was close as well, becoming sloppy and less meticulous with every passing push of his hips.

“I’m there, baby.”

You nodded your head to tell him you could cum at any moment, you never settled after the first one. The hand on your hip traveled between your bodies, performing the same tight circles you did on yourself earlier.

‘Baby, I can’t hold it.’

“Then don’t.”

His light hearted command and perfect fingers was all it took. You couldn’t breath as the waves returned, his own warmth filling you at the same time. His deep grunts and curses were music to your ears, loving that he was experiencing such a high sensation of pleasure as well.

Something you never experienced before happened. When Jake slid out of you slightly, you covered him with how excited you were.

“You just squirted.” He stated in awe. This reminded you that he may be hundreds of years old, but he was stuck in his early-twenties.

A blush spread over your cheeks as he carefully set your body on the ground. You hid your head in his chest, too embarrassed to look at him.

“Don’t be shy now, baby, that was…” he just scoffed as he was unable to finish his sentence.

“Yeah? I have never done that before.”

“I know, but it was really hot.”

Jake gave you a reassuring kiss to the top of your head, an act that was full of love and adoration. Just as fast as it arrived, your apprehension left you. You were left with love and exhaustion from what just happened.

“Let’s get cleaned up before Sam comes back.” Jake walked you to the bathroom all while still hugging you to his chest.

The hot water of the shower ran over your bodies, cleaning the two of you of blood and one another. It was relaxing, a good preparation for the rest of the planned events of the night.

While Jake was shampooing your hair, you found your voice again. “Are you sure I can’t wear a skirt?”

“No, skirts.”

***

You say high in a wide tree protectively between Jake and Sam. Sam was looking at something in the far distance, farther than a mortal could ever see. Jake was watching you watch his brother, tapping his thumb against your naked thigh. Your excitement was palpable, and you were observing every little detail so you could commit it to memory for next time.

“I told you not to wear a skirt.”

“This isn’t a skirt, it’s got shorts!”

Sam looked over at you with a look of judgment borderlining disgust. “You’re wearing a skort?”

“They are coming back! Plus, I think I look cute!”

“Mhm keep telling yourself that, princess.”

“Asshole.”

“Slut.” No one in the world, other than your best friend Sam, would get away with calling you that. It was almost a term of endearment between the two of you, something that took a long time to explain to Jake. He found it disrespectful and many times you had to keep him from ripping Sam’s head off due to the name. Even now, when Sam called you that, Jake’s fingers dug into your skin in annoyance. You soothingly run your fingers over the top of his hand, giving him a gentle loving smile.

‘You’re so beautiful .’

While Sam continued to scope the surroundings for any potential victims, Jake placed his hand under your chin to pull you close for a kiss.

Your lips melded with his, having memorized their shape from the countless kisses he has given you. He broke the kiss, then quickly placed another one on your forehead.

“Are you nervous, baby?”

“Not really,” you shrugged and relaxed against the big branch behind your back. “I’m with you, what could go wrong?”

“Ha! You two don’t have the best track record now do you!”

“Sam, I swea-“

He interrupted you, shushing you before perching himself up higher in the tree so he could stalk the prey that he noticed. You looked between Jake and Sam, waiting for some type of signal to let you know what to do next.

It was eerily quiet, leaves rustling gently in the wind mixing with soft waves crashing against the shoreline being the only sound to fill the midnight air. The moon was bright and full, a single dark cloud obstructing the right half of the only light in the sky.

Footsteps cut through the silence, you weren’t sure where they were coming from exactly yet, but you knew they were making their way closer to you. From the rhythm of the steps, you knew it was two people, one being bigger than the other. You could presume that one was a girl, from the sweet floral scent that found you.

Your mouth instantly started to water from the prospect of sinking your fangs into the skin of someone who had such a strong heartbeat. It echoed in your head, consuming your every thought.

Your vision disappeared, only blackness, as your fangs peaked their way past your full bottom lip. Your breathing increased as you continued to hyper focus on the helpless humans coming towards you.

Unbeknownst to you, Sam and Jake were watching your every move, trying to gauge your reaction to feeding before it even happened.

“Is she okay, Jake?”

“She will be fine…I think.” You could barely notice that Jake’s eyes were burning into the side of your head. He was inspecting you, never really seeing his brother’s react like this, never seeing anyone like this before.

White waves flooded your vision, bouncing off all of the rocks, trees, and logs that littered the sand. Even when you closed your eyes you could still see everything that surrounded you, even Jake. His face was blurred, you were unable to make out the details of his face, yet you knew exactly where he was.

With your eyes closed and head tipped back, you grasped onto Jake’s hand. You were searching for anything that would ground you as the anxiety of the new powers grew within you. You weren’t sure if you wanted this, the terrifying need to feed on someone, because now if you sank your fangs into the couple coming towards you, you don’t think you could stop yourself from taking it too far.

“Baby, are you okay?”

“Mhm, I am fine.” You lied straight through your teeth, too nervous to alarm your husband about the uncomfortable dread that was taking over your body.

“Do not lie to me. What is happening? I know you’re not okay?”

Your muscles vibrated as you fought the urge to jump from the tree. You had to hold on to Jake or else your body would act before your mind could catch up. He sounded a million miles away, the sound of insync heartbeats echoing in your head, drowning out the sweet concern of Jake’s deep voice.

“I, I um, I need.” There was no way you were going to be able to form coherent words as you started to sweat and lose control of all your senses.

“Baby, just focus on me. Focus on my voice.” You were no longer holding Jake, he was holding you. Not for comfort, but to keep you in place while you began to violently thrash against him.

It didn’t take Jake long to wrap his arms around you, keeping you squished to his chest. Sam watched you with concern, waiting patiently to see if Jake wanted or needed his help.

“Please, can you let go of me?” Your voice was strained and wispy, you didn’t even sound like yourself.

“Y/N, you’re going to be okay.”

“Jake, please.” It was slightly louder, yet still quiet enough to go unheard from the unlucky in love couple that was strolling past the tree now.

“We need to get her home, I knew it was too early!” Jake usually never panicked, though with you becoming a rabid shell of yourself, he was worrying for the safety of everyone around, except you.

“I said, let go of me!” Jake had no choice but to remove his hands from you, they flew off of you and folded behind his back.

“Sam, grab her!”

Sam wasn’t fast enough, you were already jumping out of the tree. The sand acted as a soft cushion, but even if you landed on concrete you wouldn’t be able to feel a thing.

The couple froze before you, making it easier to prey on them. You caught a glimpse of their eyes, wide and full of complete horror over the animal-like creature in front of them, before you pounced.

You moved faster than you ever knew possible. In a blink of an eye, you were in front of the shorter woman with shoulder length black hair and golden brown wet eyes. Tears from terror stained down her full cheeks, you could see her remembering her short life until you bit into the side of her neck with a loud squish. You could feel her bones crushing beneath your hands as you squeezed into her arms to keep her still. Her blood gushed into your mouth, tasting warm and sweet. You sucked and gulped, becoming intoxicated from the taste. Her boyfriend, who was still holding her hand, was screaming and pleading for you to stop. You paid him no mind, he wasn’t going to be able to stop you even if he tried at this point.

You could feel her blood surge through you, filling and electrifying your veins making you feel even more powerful. This was a feeling you could get used to, something you never wanted to stop. You felt like nothing could stop you, you could never be hurt again, no one would ever have any power over you.

“Y/N!” Jake’s voice rang in your ears, yet that still didn’t stop you. Sam pulled on one arm, while Jake pulled on the other. There was “Y/N! Fucking stop it right now.”

Suddenly, like a puppet of yourself, you stepped away from the woman. She fell limp on the ground, no longer breathing at all. You had no choice but to listen to Jake, no autonomy at all. With your souls finally becoming one, Jake was able to control you for the first time in your relationship.

Without Josh, you truly were Jake’s truly prophesied soulmate. He was now able to force your actions, like you controlled him so many years before.

Sam focused on the trembling man, compelling him to forget this night, and forget the girl he seemed so in love with. He blankly blinked at Sam then turned and left, completely void of any emotion.

Realizing what you did, that you killed an innocent soul, you fell to your knees with a wail. You were disgusted with yourself, with your ability to take a life so easily.

“Jake?”

“Shh, baby, you’ll be okay. I’ll make sure you’re okay.”

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littlemisslipbalm · 2 years

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A billion light years from here

A Homesick Alien Josh Kiszka AU

A special thanks to @ofthecaravel without you none of this would have been possible. My brain couldn't have expanded upon Josh potentially being an alien without you lol. More installments to come, potentially. There's just so much evidence to suggest the Kiszkas are aliens...Also I'm so soft for homesick alien josh you guys !!!

gif credit to @edgeofgreta (not sure if shes still on here but I found this on pinterest and saw the bottom right and wanted to tag!)

Word Count: 3.1k | Warnings: swearing, brothers being brothers, idk alien stuff, sci-fi inaccuracies, mythology/constellation alien names, dw about it i think... no reader just bros vibing

Enjoy! and as always pls reblog and let me know what you think

Josh and his brothers had been on Earth for a long time now. Assimilating had been relatively easy for Sam and Jake. They loved this planet, especially compared to their home. Josh wasn’t sure he agreed with his brothers.

He missed the high mountains with crystals that swirled around their tops. He missed the beach with its silver water lapping at his toes. He missed the stars he could see so clearly from his home planet. Ones that didn’t even appear in the Earth’s night sky. He missed his cosmos and the vibrations of the matter on his planet. He missed its rings that were perfect for skating on top of. He missed being understood.

No terrestrial language could encompass some of his thoughts. He always attempted to be understood here but found that he ended up confusing more people. It’s why it stung when people said they couldn’t understand what he was saying in their songs. It was the closest he could get to explaining what it felt like when he was home.

On Earth, he’d often find himself sitting on beaches and tops of mountains, attempting to replicate the locations he found comfort in on his home planet. His toes resting in sand or tall grass. His eyes cast upon the night sky, searching in his mind the image of his home, a billion light years from here. He longed for the familiarity of his home, as welcoming as Earth had been.

He loved that his brothers had found solace on this planet. It had taken them a long time to settle on Earth. But Sam had been insistent and like the youngest sibling he was, he managed to win over his brothers.

Frankenmuth was chosen due to its easy accessibility with their spaceship. The woods were a great place to hide it. The weather in the Midwest also was the closest to their home planet’s climate. Cold. Certainly not as cold as the home planet, but they wanted to go where people were on the Earth. English had also been the easiest language for them to learn. Josh just always had trouble perfecting his midwestern accent, always sounding a little different than the rest. Sam’s was perfect. Jake had watched a few to many western cowboy movies in preparation making his voice raspier.

In their terrestrial youth, Jake had quickly learned about the existence of the guitar and found it endlessly entertaining. He enjoyed making music so much that he preferred to occupy his time with playing rather than interacting with humans. Sam just liked the earthly pleasures, he liked that he could do whatever he pleased when he pleased. It also helped that he found humans so fun to play with, either judging them to be worthy of his time or finding them amusing for their stupidity.

When he had met Daniel, he had quickly brought him home and told his brothers that he had found a ‘human pet.’ The twins were quick to correct Sam and tell him that you were supposed to call them ‘best friends.’ Sam had nodded and Danny had smiled nervously before laughing hysterically when Sam explained that he had only been confused since they were all aliens and ‘best friend’ wasn’t a term in their native language. After years of trying to explain to Daniel that they were serious, the Kiszkas gave up and just laughed along with him when they mentioned alien matters.

When Jake decided to start the band, the rest of the brothers agreed to make him happy. Family was everything to them. When the band took off, Josh was happy he got to dress up because he could make his stage outfits resemble their home planet's clothes. Growing up on Earth had been confusing for Josh for a multitude of reasons, but he never really got a handle on their fashion and had trouble with dressing himself. Eventually he grew content to have his daily wardrobe consist of five articles of clothing with multiple replicas of them. He found most comfort in the white t-shirt, khakis and yellow jacket combination. The only time he felt truly like himself was on stage in the jumpsuits. His body swaddled like the planet’s clothes. Safe and secure and sparkly with stardust. Except Earth didn’t have stardust, just sequins and rhinestones. He made do.

With many of his clothes he also added the insignia of what essentially was their family crest from the home planet. The triangle with lines through it. It calmed him to be surrounded by the symbol, reminding him that he was a part of something greater than himself.

Still, the ways he attempted to mute his homesickness were not quite enough. He hadn’t been home in almost 27 Earth years. Sam was lucky, he thought, he had been too young to go first, making Jake and Josh journey there first and then have Sam be sent to them. It meant he had been at home more recently than his older brothers.

An Earth week before the anniversary of Jake and Josh’s arrival on the planet, Josh decided to ask his brothers for something he had been thinking about for a while. A way to placate his homesickness.

“You know, our arrival anniversary is coming up and I’ve been thinking,” Josh starts, quietly, nervously.

“Birthday, Josh,” Jake corrects, head facing the ceiling, body sprawled on the couch.

“Whatever, same thing,” He sighs. “I was thinking, you, me and Sammy could go on a road trip.”

Sam’s head turns to the conversation now that he’s heard his name.

“Oh,” Jake’s ears perk at the idea of an adventure. He loved to travel. “Where to?”

“Home.” Josh says, voice still soft, pleading.

“You want to road trip to Frankenmuth? That’s so boring, Josh,” Sam whines.

“Why not somewhere we’ve never been before?” Jake tries to reason.

“Not Frankenmuth,” Josh stops them from coming up with some fantastical earthly roadtrip. “Except to get the ship. I mean our real home.”

“Oh…” This gets Jake’s attention. “Josh. Are you sure?”

“We haven’t gone home in almost 27 Earth years, Jacob. That’s almost a million years at home. I miss it so fucking much it hurts.” Josh puts his hand over his chest, where his heart beats, where it aches.

Jake can feel it. They were alien identical twins after all, more connected than any Earth twins ever could be. There’s no more discussion because he understands.

“Alright,” Jake nods, looking his brother deeply in the eye. The very same eyes as the ones in his own head. “Roadtrip home coming right up.”

“But!” Sam begins to protest.

“Shut it, Sam.” Jake stands and shoots his younger brother a look. “It’s our arrival anniversary, our wish. You’re coming.”

Josh beams, feeling like he was already flying over the moon. Sam huffs and grumbles a little before stalking off, but deep down he knows he’d do anything for his brothers.

One week later, the three of them are trekking into the woods behind their Frankenmuth adolescent home. Josh is grinning at the sky as he walks ahead of his brothers, just one little backpack on his shoulders.

Jake is carrying a guitar case with his acoustic on his back and a duffel in his right hand. He couldn’t bring the Les Paul. The electrical currents on their home planet would blow out the strings if he even tried to strum it when it was plugged into an amp. He had also brought his harmonica in case something went wrong with the acoustic. On his head sat his favorite black hat, wide brimmed enough to cover his face from the harsh rays of the suns at home.

Sam was still the least happy about this journey to their home planet, dragging his feet as they walked. His backpack was packed to the brim with things he hoped would get him through this. Namely, enough edibles to keep him blissfully high throughout the trip. Another reason he loved Earth, recreational cannibus use. If only they could grow it on their home planet.

“Are we sure Daniel can’t come?” Sam asks for the hundredth time as they walk upon the clearing where the spaceship was stored.

“He wouldn’t be able to withstand the atmosphere there, Sam,” Jake sighs. “Do you want him to die?”

“No,” Sam grumbles and kicks a shoe at the ground, his sneaker kicking up some dirt. “I just feel bad that he thinks we didn’t invite him to go to the Caribbean with us.”

“We’ll be back before he knows it. Two weeks there is just a day here. The only reason we’re going to be gone for an Earth week is all the travel time,” Josh reasons, finishing uncovering the entire machine that had brought them here in the first place.

They walk up into the ship and begin to get settled. It looked the same as it did 26 years ago, completely maintained. Sometimes Josh would come out and visit it when they still lived in Michigan, sitting inside and pretending like he was flying home. He’s the one who kept it clean.

Jake climbs into the pilot’s seat and Josh sits beside him. Sam stays in the cabin, never allowed to go near the cockpit after his fifth arrival anniversary.

Jake fiddles with some switches after getting comfortable, making sure his hat was on just right and his braid was in place.

One last switch is flicked by his left hand, it turns a glowing red and the ship hums to life. He grins, the sound welcoming and familiar. Josh watches his twin, clearly pleased by his behavior.

“Captain Jacob Thomas Kiszka, reporting for duty,” Jake says into the intercom, the smile never leaving his face as he looks to his twin and hears Sam’s groan. “Let’s hope for smooth sailing.”

Josh fiddles with some switches on his side and the radio buzzes to life. Jake requests something and Josh shuts his eyes and concentrates. Soon enough the radio hums with static and then the song Jake wants is playing.

When the ship touches down on their home planet, Sam blinks the sleep from his bleary eyes and looks out the window. Seeing it for the first time in 24 years is a little shocking even for him. When he left, he felt no sorrow for what he was leaving behind. Certain that Earth was superior to this quiet planet, but seeing his first true home once more left him breathless. It was tranquil and vast. The landscape unlike any place on Earth, the colors more vibrant than any artificial color produced by those companies on Earth that were quickly ruining it. He found himself unexpectedly smiling, just a little bit. He still would choose Earth over here every day of his life.

Once Jake had parked them in the ship lot on the silver sea, Josh rushed out of the ship first. His eyes are as wide as could be and they sparkle in the fading light of the first sun of their planet. He turns around himself looking at everything and anything before beginning to ramble, immediately slipping back into their native language now that they are home.

Jake quirks a brow, almost instinctively going to stop Josh from speaking it, but realizing that it was fine. It’s actually calming to him to hear Josh speak in his native tongue, his thoughts more ordered than in English. Even if Jake usually knew what Josh meant in English, it was nice to hear his brother relaxed in his speech.

Sam heard it too and shook his head before swearing in English, “I’m not speaking that shit, even if we’re here. It’s not necessary, everyone here probably knows Earth English by now.”

Josh sighs, continuing in their native tongue, “You don’t know that. It’s just because you’re rusty, wee one.” Little shit wasn’t exactly a term in the language.

Sam rolls his eyes.

They arrive at the resort they decided to reside at during their two week long visit after going through intergalactic customs. It wasn’t very official but the ones who lived on this planet who had been to Earth before thought it was an interesting concept to have when traveling to different countries and had implemented one on their home. It was mostly just to make sure that travelers who arrived on the planet knew what they were doing and how to get around.

Sam got in a bit of trouble with the customs agent when he tried to refuse to speak one of the accepted languages, but Josh stepped in for him.

“He’s a part of our family. Forgive him, he’s rusty at the language. We’ve been on Seven for many moons.”

The agent understood and nodded before asking, “Names.”

“Jacob Thomas Kiszka.” Jake says confidently before frowning. “Oh. Forgive me. Pollux Geminorum Zaskkis.”

“Castores Geminorum Zaskkis,” Josh says easily before elbowing Sam to speak.

“Regulus Aries Zaskkis,” He huffs and rolls his eyes again, hip jutting out with his arms crossed as he stands beside his older brothers.

“It’s so classic that your names here would have a pretentious meaning on a planet one billion light years apart,” Sam says as they walk away.

“And yours doesn’t?” Jake quips.

“Things are connected very mysteriously, indeed, Sammy.” Josh replies.

Sam smiles at his brother still using his Earth name and for that he is grateful.

Josh was happy to go off on his own for the majority of their trip, visiting all of his favorite places. The crystal mountains, the rings, the forests, the ice caps, all of it just as beautiful as he remembered. Mid-week on the planet, he insisted that Jake and Sam come with him to the beach.

“You guys love the beach, come on! The water is silver,” Josh adds as if that is the biggest attraction of the beach.

Jake and Sam agreed, albeit begrudgingly, if only to placate their brother and have a chance to be shirtless once more. On the home planet they were required to wear jumpsuits. Josh loved the safety, but Jake and Sam were rather put off by them. Constricting as fuck, they both put it. Hence why they reveled in going shirtless on Earth so often. It also helped bring down their body temperatures on Earth, their blood running hotter than humans. Danny always mentioned it when standing beside the Kiszkas. Human furnaces, he’d say and the brothers would laugh.

At the beach, they were able to shed the uniforms which was relieving, but the pair still sat there unhappily watching as Josh hung out where the sand met the silver. He swore it was the best place to watch the star fights happening just beyond the small atmosphere of the planet.

Jake had his big black hat low on his head, half-moon glasses pushed against his face as well. On the beach it was hot, hotter than anywhere else on the planet. It made his already hot blood uncomfortably warm. His red shorts were hiked around his thighs attempting to allow himself to potentially tan.

At least they had margaritas to cool them off, he thought, as he watched Sam return from the beach bar. The drinks in his hands were in huge mugs with curly vibrant colored straws in them. Jake grimaced at them.

Sam sat beside his older brother after handing him his drink. They had matching red striped beach chairs, the one to Jake’s left was vacant with Josh off on his own. Sam slumps after a sip of his margarita.

“This doesn’t help,” He sighs after sucking down half of it. The straw hat that adorned his head sat hard on his head, pointy and prickly from disuse. He had to buy one at the tourist shop when he realized he forgot to pack a hat. Now who’s laughing at my hat, jackass, Jake had said when Sam had returned from the store. Deciding something, Sam sits back up and rummages in his tote bag he had brought before producing a soda can.

Upon further inspection one would realize that this was a drinkable Sam had brought from Earth. As he cracks the tab, a thought flashes in his mind about pressurization, but the thought is seconds too late. The drink is exploding from the small opening and Jake is cackling with laughter as it flies directly into Sam’s face.

Sam, ever the youngest sibling, opens his mouth and attempts to get as much of the liquid in his mouth as possible as the pressurized liquid continues to pound into his face.

Only five minutes later, Josh is returning to his brothers from the water, skin glistening silver from his swim. Droplets falling around his body as he shakes his head like a dog.

“What the hell happened to you?” He asks the drenched version of his little brother sitting beside a still chuckling Jake.

Sam’s hair is wet and his straw hat is now limp, but his eyes are droopy and he has a bit of a content look on his face. Even if the pressurization was different on this planet, so was the way weed affected them. He was already unbelievably stoned.

“Space boys make do,” He grins lazily, his right hand making a finger gun at his oldest brother.

This time, Jake falls out of his beach chair in laughter, yelping slightly from the warm sand but still too caught up in Sam’s behavior.

“Drinkable,” Jake finally responds after clambering back into his chair.

Josh nods understandingly. “Just smoke joints Sammy, like an adult,” He says as he goes to sit beside his twin.

His hair is already drying, the curls scrunching up from the long form they had been in from the water. He looks over at Jake and the sleeping Sam beside him, the cosmos laid out just behind them on the beach. Other residents mingled around the beach but for the most part, Josh felt like he was alone on the planet with his brothers.

He breathes the fresh air deeply. “I love you both so much. Thank you for doing this with me. I am happy to have come back.”

Then he looks up at the sky directly above him. “I will be happy to go home, though.”

Jake smiles beneath his hat and then glances slightly at his brother, watching him contemplate the universes.

“This will always be home too, Josh. They both will be.”

They grin at one another for a careful moment before moving in tandem, telepathically deciding to play a prank on their little brat of a brother. The twins surround Sam’s chair and his sleeping figure, before tiptoeing with him to the shore. A big splash is heard and then in English, a roaring yell of “What the fuck?!”

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ladyredybird · 2 years

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#sam kiszka #jake kiszka #life #drawing #sketch #sketchbook #greta van fleet #greta van fleet au #illustration #ar #digital drawing

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writingcold · 3 months

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Hi. Well. This happened. I was working on my fic The Dead and CD&FE pushed its way to the fore and ran away with every brain cell I had. I'm nearing the end of this little love story and thought I would start putting it out there. I plan on starting to post up towards the end of February - but it will once again be a completed fiction.

A huge thank you to @edgingthedarkness for reading this, editing this, screaming at me over this. As well as to @takenbythemadness for just listening me ramble. Love you 💚

18+ Series Fiction Jake X fem reader (reader insert) My first full length fic for reader insert. Yikes.

Summary: A night of celebration has you crossing paths with Jake during the era of the Black Smoke Rising EP release. You have just graduated with your Masters and you are officially on your way. Jake helps you to celebrate that night with an endearing one night stand. What should have ended on that special night turns into a winding path that crosses decades, relationships and fleeting embraces with the man that haunts your dreams.

Content Warnings: Adult situations, adult relationships, all sorts of sexual encounters. Warnings will be present on each posting. Silver Fox Jake (just putting it out there)

I have a lovely playlist that is by no means in order of events in the story, but if you want to get a feel of where we're heading:

If you would like to join the taglist - you can find it here

Currently - here's who I do have on my taglist:

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hearts-hunger · 1 year

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Chapter One: A Name Like a Death Knell {Series Masterlist | Series Playlist ♫}

Series Summary: A prince, a priest, a warrior, and a huntsman. They serve the god of the wood, and they have no choice but to obey when the Master demands a queen.

Pairings: Josh x Reader, Sam x Reader, Jake x Reader, Danny x Reader | Chapter Word Count: 2k | Warnings: blood, violence, dark magic, possession, religious themes, elements typical of a dark fantasy au

A/N: What a day to meet the master, huh? This au is based on the MTM music video, and it's a complete wild card for me. I'm using it as a place to explore all kinds of dark fantasy elements. I'm very interested to know what you think, and I hope you like it! ♡

Joshua awakes in darkness.

A breath is drawn from his chest like the string of a bow, taut, trembling; the sound of it mixes with the hum of the forest, the crickets and nightingales and the voice of the river. The air is cold, colder than he remembers it being when he fell into his dreamless sleep. He knows the prickling of his skin, the sudden shivering, the way his breath curls upwards in thin clouds — he knows these things like an old friend now.

“Samuel.” He reaches out in the darkness. “Samuel, I need you.”

His brother is awake in an instant. Even in sleep, Samuel is attuned to the sound of Joshua’s voice; he listens for the change of it, waits for when it will turn cold, dark, hungry.

For now, his brother’s voice is soft. “He’s coming.”

Samuel doesn’t ask if Joshua is certain. He can feel it too, that familiar shaking in his hands, and wills himself to be steady. He rises, moving sure-footed through the darkness; a lonesome wolf howls far in the distance, its cry made hollow in the trees.

“Hurry,” Joshua says. His voice is thinner now.

A third brother, a broken one, limps soundlessly from his guard post into the circle of trees where Joshua and Samuel stand. The sword at his hip is heavy, and the cold twines bruising fingers against his frame.

“What is it?” he asks. His eyes are the only thing left, the only part of him that he can trust; he watches as Samuel strips to almost nothing before pulling a long white robe over his body.

“God’s hand,” Jacob mutters. He whistles once, sharply, into the dark; a pair of glowing eyes opens and shimmers in the branches of a nearby oak.

“He’s coming,” Jacob says, watchful as the bright-eyed figure alights from the branch and lands like a cat on the ground, silent, graceful. He studies the figure’s shadowed face. “Are you Daniel?”

Sharp fangs show in a crooked smile. “Guess again.”

Jacob sighs. “Never mind. They’ll need a fire.”

The fanged creature hides its teeth and blinks once, twice, three times to rid its eyes of the feline glow. Soft brown takes its place, and worry finds a home in the curve of the mouth.

“What’s happened?” Daniel asks. Even his voice is different.

Jacob nods to the circle. “They need a fire. Your friend declined to help.”

Daniel shakes his head and bites the mark on the side of his hand, adding to the scars from teeth he’s set there before. “Not my friend.”

He gathers wood for the fire, broken ash and birch limbs cracking like ice across the surface of a frozen lake. Joshua flinches at each sound, his ears ringing, his head pounding; he hopes that the pain will not be as harsh tonight.

Daniel steps away when the fire is steady, flames curling and licking over the dead wood like serpent tongues. His eyes flicker again in the firelight.

“The hemlock,” Joshua urges, a creeping, frantic dread writhing like a living thing in his chest as the flame grows. He can feel it like a clawed hand around his heart, squeezing against the tender flesh.

Samuel ignores his brother. He knows which herbs he needs, which tinctures he must use; he mutters incantations to himself in a tongue that only he knows, a ghostly sort of song that makes it hard for Daniel to stay rooted. Everything must be perfect, and Samuel takes his time; he takes the herbs in his red-gloved hands, rolling dried flowers between his fingers until they crumble into a fine powder.

Jacob sucks a sharp breath through his teeth. “He’s nearly here.” The pain is always worse when he comes, and it webs over his hip, his chest, his shoulder. He knows if he traced it with his hand it would follow the path of the white scars etched into his skin.

A shadow passes overhead, blocking out the light of the moon and a thousand trembling stars. Each breath comes in silvery tendrils now, and the forest grows quieter with each passing moment.

“Samuel,” Daniel says quietly.

“Silence.” Samuel’s voice is harsh. “The wine.”

Daniel brings him the wineskin in perfect obedience, watching as Samuel pours a draught into a silver cup. He mixes a portion of herbs into the syrupy wine and hands the cup to Daniel.

“Make him drink,” Samuel says. “Cut his hand, this time.”

Joshua is silent, still, closed-eyed when Daniel comes to him. Daniel touches a gentle hand to his cheek, and Joshua startles.

“Oh,” he breathes. “Daniel.” He studies his brother’s face as Jacob did. “You are, aren’t you?”

Daniel presses the cup into Joshua’s hand. “Watcher doesn’t like this part. It’s only me.”

Joshua takes the cup, and Daniel pulls his dagger from its sheath; the blade catches the light of the fire and glints back against the flames. Joshua drinks the wine, swallowing down the bitter mix, and extends his arm to Daniel.

“I’m glad,” Joshua says, and there is enough softness to his voice to know he’s still there, at least for a moment. His entire arm is trembling, from his fingers to the crest of his shoulder. “I’d rather it was you.”

Daniel takes Joshua’s hand and cuts its swiftly, drawing the blade across his tender palm. Joshua gasps with the pain of it; blood wells in the hollow of his hand, and Joshua closes his eyes and turns his head when Daniel holds the cup underneath to catch it.

Daniel kisses Joshua’s bloody palm. “I serve the god of the wood.”

Joshua’s eyes sting with tears. It’s harder to breathe now. “Your service is counted as merit to you.”

Daniel takes the cup to Samuel and leaves Joshua’s blood smeared on his mouth, a blessing, a baptism. Joshua holds his hand awkwardly, blood dripping to the forest floor, and each drop sizzles where it meets the soft, springy undergrowth. Acrid smoke rises from the places his blood has burned the forest.

“Jacob,” Joshua rasps. “Your turn. Quickly.”

Jacob limps into the circle of trees and kneels before his twin, leaning heavily on his sword. He pulls roughly on the collar of his shirt, exposing the top of the long, winding scar.

“The pain won’t last,” Joshua says. “Remember this.”

Jacob grits his teeth. “Just do it.”

Joshua paints his brother’s scar with his blood. Jacob groans and flinches away from the touch as every nerve along the jagged scar comes alive with pain; he bows his head and rides the wave of torment with an anguished cry.

When the worst of it has passed, Jacob looks up at his brother, his blood- and sweat-slicked chest pumping with greedy breaths.

“I serve the god of the wood,” he gasps.

Joshua feels little distress at his brother’s display; the cold is too hungry now to give space to the warmth of pity. “Your service is counted as merit to you.”

When Jacob rises, his pain is gone, and he walks to Daniel’s side without a limp. His body is mended, for now, blood and bone knit back together until the magic runs thin again.

Blood on the mouth, blood on the chest; the last brother receives a streak of red on either cheek, and Samuel offers his pledge with solemn dignity.

“I serve the god of the wood.”

The ringing is unbearable now, Samuel's voice merely a thread of the cacophony weaving through his head. Joshua answers the way he must, and his voice has teeth.

“Your service is counted as merit to you.”

Samuel spreads the herbs over the fire, and clouds of smoke rise from the flames in a sparking blue haze. Joshua comes close to the fire, breathing in the fragrant smoke; the pain is gone, the ringing silenced, both rising to a crescendo before they vanish as sudden as death.

Then, like a thumb nail in the tender flesh of a ripe fruit, Joshua feels something else come in with the final breath of smoke.

“He’s here,” Jacob says.

Joshua’s hand raise of their own accord, one bloody, both shaking. His breath is sporadic, choking. His eyes roll back in his head.

“Don’t let me die,” he gasps.

“Be at peace,” Samuel tells him.

Everything goes black.

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The shuddering inhale is torn from Joshua’s chest like the breath of a drowning man. Everything is spinning; he sways and only stays upright with the help of ready hands.

“What did he say?” he rasps.

He feels the rim of a cup against his mouth. “Drink, first,” Daniel says.

The water is cool, soothing the grit of another voice in his own throat. He’s lowered to the ground; one brother holds him, another tends his wound.

“God’s hand,” Joshua curses, shaking his head to rid it of the blinding dizziness. “Samuel, make it stop.”

“Be still,” Samuel says, panting and breathless. “I cannot help you. Have patience.”

Joshua squeezes his eyes shut and tries to calm his breathing. After a long moment, he opens them again.

His brothers sit with him beside the dying fire. The sky is lighter now, well past the dark of night, pale fingers of sunlight stretching over the cool gloom of morning. He knows he was gone for hours, and feels a residual shiver race across his skin.

“Are you well?” he asks, looking over his brothers. Jacob sits beside him, supporting him with a steadiness Joshua has missed in his twin. Daniel is the one mending his hand, rubbing salve over the wound, bandaging it with a strip of cloth. Samuel sits just across, peeling his gloves off, sweating despite the cool of dawn.

“Well enough,” Jacob says. Even in his voice, his brothers can tell that his pain has subsided. They all dread its return, but for now, he is hale and whole as he ought to be, as he was before.

Samuel accepts the waterskin Daniel gives him, taking long drinks to slake his thirst. Joshua knows that the visits are just as hard on his brother as they are on him, perhaps moreso; Samuel stays awake, and it is he who must ensure that the ritual unfolds as it should.

Joshua puts his head in his hands. His head is woozy still, full of incense and ringing like a death knell with one word, one name, over and over.

“Corinne,” he says.

Samuel nods. “Yes. That’s her name.”

Joshua feels ill. “Who is she?” He cannot bear the thought of dragging anyone else into this Stygian nightmare with him, but a hunger that does not belong to him aches in his chest.

Daniel’s eyes flicker until they are not his, gold and fire-bright. “A little queen for the god of the wood, perhaps?”

Jacob scowls. “No one asked you, Watcher.”

Fangs show when Watcher snarls, but he doesn’t dare speak back to Jacob. Not now, not when Jacob fairly glows with strength and vigor from the blood-blessing he's been given.

“Let him go,” Samuel tells the sprite. He takes Daniel’s hand and presses against the sigil in his skin. “Now, Watcher.”

“No fun,” Watcher says, sullen. He makes Daniel shake all over, a great heaving shudder like a dog shaking off water, and leaves.

Daniel groans and touches a hand to his head.

“I could feel him,” he says. “I tried to keep him quiet, but it’s getting harder.”

“You need rest,” Joshua says, gentle.

Daniel’s smile is thin. “You need rest.”

Sam shakes his head. “No time for it. We’re going today.” He looks to Jacob. “Do you know where it is? The place he spoke of?”

Jacob nods. “South.”

“Warmer,” Joshua says tiredly. “Of course.”

He looks up at his brothers. “Who is she?” he asks again. He doesn’t want the answer, but he must know.

Jacob grimaces. “Watcher was right. She’s... she’s meant to be your wife. He's chosen her.”

“My wife,” Joshua breathes. “No. His wife. My body.” He runs his hands through his hair. “Does she know? Or am I to snatch some girl from her home under cover of night?”

“You are to do as he commands,” Samuel says, wary and serious. “You must obey.”

“We all must,” Joshua says bitterly. He studies the bandage on his palm, lets his gaze travel to the scars that shine white all over his hands, his arms, his shoulders. “I serve the god of the wood.”

“Your service is counted as merit to you,” Samuel says, trying to comfort him.

Joshua sighs heavily. There is very little comfort to him now.

He stands, and his brothers stand with him.

“Very well,” he says. “We'll go south, and there we shall find a queen for the Master.”

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thisiswhatlifeisworth · 2 years

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Sam Kiszka x Reader

warnings: angst. angst, angst, angst. apparently, I wanted to destroy my own feelings with this one so I strung together a handful of angst prompts. the tiniest bit of swearing. allusions to nudity.

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It started out slow. Meals you usually had together would get missed because of schedule conflicts. Phone calls or texts would go unanswered for hours, both of you playing phone tag only to get the other’s voicemail. But you would both always be home together at the end of the day to watch a movie or listen to a record to wind down before bed.

Then, small signs of affection that used to be so frequent came less and less. No more pulling your legs into his lap when you were sitting on the couch together, coming home with one coffee for himself instead of two like he always would, and quick kisses (that at one point you couldn’t have paid him to stop giving you whenever he could) became all but non-existent.

Your friends said it was normal, that the two of you had been together so long that a rut was bound to happen sooner or later. He said it was nothing and he was preoccupied with preparing for tour. You knew they were both full of shit.

When it finally came time for him to leave for tour, you were shocked when he wanted you to take him to the airport instead of an Uber or riding with his brothers. You made light small-talk on the drive over, he even pulled your hand from your lap so he could give it a quick kiss and hold it over the console. For the first time in months, you felt light a weight had lifted off both of you and that maybe your friends were right.

Pulling up to the curb to drop him off for his flight, you smiled and waved when you saw Jake and Josh waiting for him. You got out to help him with bags and so you could take over the driver’s seat and he pulled you into him after he closed the trunk. You smiled up at him as he squinted down and brushed your hair out of your face. Even though he was wearing his sunglasses, you could have sworn you saw a look you’d never really seen him give you (sadness? regret? guilt? you couldn’t tell.) and as you leaned up to give him a kiss goodbye, he cut you off with a kiss on your forehead that lasted a little longer than usual.

“I better go before Jake loses his shit” he chuckled, finally pulling away from you.

“Yeah, okay… Have a safe flight.”

“I will. I’ll call you when we land, okay?”

“Okay, love you.”

He smiled and you saw that same look you had seen a minute ago, “You, too. Get home safe.”

You kept in touch as well as could be expected with time differences and your work and school schedule. The conversations were always relatively short but normal enough but with each call he started sounding further and further away.

After a couple of months, there was a break in the tour and they had a handful of days off before they had to head back out on the road. You asked if he wanted you to pick him up but he said he would find a ride since he was going out with his brothers and that he would see you at home later. So instead, you took the time you would have spent sitting in traffic there and back, and got ready to see him for the first time in a while. You cleaned up the house, took a shower and did a little pampering, put on an outfit you knew he loved, and got out one of your favorite bottles of wine. By the time he had gotten home, though, you had drank half the bottle waiting for him and had shut yourself in your shared bedroom, watching a mindless movie to try to assuage your anger.

Pausing the movie, you heard him kick his shoes off and set his keys down by the door. You thought he would come straight to bed ready to apologize but instead you heard the door to the hall bathroom shut and the shower turn on after a couple of minutes. Deciding that if he wouldn’t come to you, you were going to go to him (half because you were still feeling the effects of that half bottle of wine, and half because you missed your boyfriend) so you quickly got out of bed and crept down the hall to the bathroom. You slipped in as quietly as you could before stripping down and pulling the curtain back a bit.

“Want some company?”

He jumped a little, pushing his hair out of his eyes and turned to you, “Shit, you scared me. Not tonight baby, I’m almost done.”

Suddenly feeling extra exposed and embarrassed, you muttered a small “oh” before quickly picking his t-shirt up off the floor and throwing it on.

“Hey,” he said, stopping you before you could get to the door. He reached for you hand and pulled you closer once you grabbed onto his, “I’ll be in bed soon, okay?”

All you could do was nod.

“Okay.” He smiled before giving you a quick kiss and closing the curtain, going back to his shower.

Back in your room, you couldn’t do anything besides sit on your side of the bed, your mind going a million miles a minute. You were embarrassed, hurt, sad, and so confused. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear him come into the room, only looking up when you felt the mattress dip down beside you.

“Sam?” You couldn’t look at him for this. You kept your stare locked on your hands on your lap. When did they start shaking?

He didn’t answer, but you could see him turn to you out of the corner of your eye. You both knew what was coming.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.”

He tried to take your hands in his, but you pulled them away, looking up at him, expecting to see some neutral or even cold expression only to be met with his brown eyes tearing up just like yours.

“Who is she?”

He closed his eyes and shook his head, “There’s no one else.”

“Please don’t lie to me. You owe me the truth, at least.”

“I’d never lie to you. I promise, there’s no one else.”

“Then what is it?” You couldn’t help the panic rise in your voice as you finally turned to him to look at him head on. “What’s been going on? You’ve been so distant, and I can’t figure out why. Did I do something?”

“No.” he said almost immediately, “no, you didn’t do anything. I just-"

“Just what? If it’s not because of someone else, and it’s not something I did, then what is it?”

It was his turn to stare down at his hands, you heard him take a couple shaky breaths as you got down on your knees in front of him, pulling his hands to get him to look at you.

“Why can’t you talk to me? Don’t you trust me? Don’t you love me?”

His face crumbled and all of the air felt like it was sucked out of the room. He tried so many times to get the words out, but he didn’t need to, his face said it all.

After what felt like forever, you had both moved yourselves so you were sitting on the floor shoulder to shoulder, resting your backs against your bed.

“So. When did you stop loving me?”

“I don’t know.” You snorted. “I don’t. It’s not like I woke up one day and it was gone. But it just… happened.” He sounded so defeated, like he knew he had failed you.

“We were supposed to grow old together.”

“I know.”

“I love you so much, Sam.”

You heard him sniffle, “I know. I am so, so sorry.” It was the most genuine he had sounded in months.

“So what do we do now?” you sighed, scrubbing your hands over your face, before looking over at him, trying to take in as much of him as you could.

“I’ve been looking for a house.” He said, clearing his throat. Been. Not going to. Been. “I know it will take some time to sort everything out so I’m going to stay with Daniel.”

Every time he opened his mouth, new, hot tears sprang to your eyes, “Wow. So you’ve really put thought into this. This is really happening.”

He shook his head, as if to clear it, “There isn’t anything you’ve done wrong, I couldn’t spring this on you and expect you to move out.”

“Right.”

“Y/N,” you looked at him, waiting, “I really am sorry.”

“I know.”

“Come on,” he sighed, standing up and pulling you with him. Pulling back the covers on your side of the bed, he held them up while you crawled in. After tucking them around you, he turned to leave.

“Sam?” you called out, your voice sounding so tired and small.

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, flipping the light switch before crawling into his own side of the bed, immediately holding his arms out for you to curl against him, giving you both one last night together.

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I need more Greta van fleet au!s but specifically for Sam or Josh. plz tag me in your fav aus or if you wrote one omfg I'm in deep tonight with au fics

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Ghosts- S. Kiszka

Prologue word count: 1.k masterlist playlist warnings: mentions of suicide, death, guns, drinking, drugs, sex, anger, near death experience, murder.

Art by @capturethechaos

THIS IS AN AU. A complete work of fiction. Nothing in here is a reflection of how the boys act or how they are. It is purely an act of fiction.

After the sound of that final shot rang out, he looked around the chamber at the hanging dead body and at his best friend. His eldest brother had made his way up the stairs in silence, not bothering to look back at them. Danny gave his best friend a look, before nodding to one of the guards standing by to help him bring the dead body down.

Danny undid the chains that held up Francisco’s corpse and let him drop to the ground with a thud. Sam jumped at the sound and quickly turned around, following up the same stairs his brother went to. Sam walked out into the backyard, seeing Josh sitting in a chair in the back. Two bodies were strewn across the ground, the aftermath of the tragedy that took place moments before. Sam stood next to his brother, the sight almost peaceful, the white scene being tainted with blood splatters and bullet shells.

“Why-”

“He didn’t want to live without her,” Josh said, answering Sam’s question, “He wrote a note a couple days ago, changed some things around with the will. I think he knew all along something like this could happen.”

“What do we do with them?” Sam couldn’t look away from the bodies. Her perfect white dress had a large blood spot from where the bullet had pierced her skin.

“Reaper’s on his way,” Josh said, pushing himself up from his chair, “Gianni said they’ll decide on what they want to do with her, let us bury her in the family vault or they take her back to Italy.”

Sam nodded, as Josh patted his shoulder before walking back into the house. Sam took in the silence of the backyard. His eyes clouded with tears as he sat down in the chair Josh was once in. Sam held his head in his hands as he sobbed. Sam didn’t allow himself to feel, he had been hiding his emotions for years, something he had to do when Jake showed up at MIT and dragged him home.

Sam was angry at Jake. Angry that he had gotten his way out, something that Sam had wanted for years. Sam had seen this moment, but the roles were reversed. Jake was the one alive, his heart beating in his chest, his blood warm, and Sam was the one on the ground, a self-inflicted bullet wound to his head.

“You fucker. . . you motherfucker!” Sam yelled out, “How could you fucking do this!? You coward! Your love got torn away from you and you make us all suffer! How the hell is that fair?!”

Sam ran a hand down his face. He didn’t even know if he had tears to cry over Jake. All he could see was red. Red in anger, red in envy, and the red blood on the ground. He took a deep breath and pushed himself up from his seat, and made his way into the house. He didn’t even bother to look at the faces of his two living brothers as he went straight to his office. Sam sat down in his chair, looking at the bottle placed in front of him. The bottle of Irish Whiskey that was given as a gift to celebrate Jake’s engagement. Sam bit his lip, reaching forward and opening it.

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It had been three years since that fateful day at the Kiszka Mansion. The images of the two lovers laying side by side in peaceful death were forever ingrained in the mind of Samuel Kiszka, the youngest of the three boys. He was the one who found Jake, and it took Josh and Danny to pull him away from the mafia leader's dead body. Josh had the lovers buried in the Kiszka mausoleum, side by side, like they would want.

It took Sam months to get over that day. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of his sister in law falling into his brother's arms would play. Sam could still see the look of fear in both of their eyes, something he never wanted to see. Sam would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming for Jake and his wife, only to have Josh barge in and hold him, as he sobbed.

He found solace though, drowning the images in booze and pussy. He spent most of his days staggering around the clubs fully plastered. Danny usually brought him home, carrying him bridal style to his room. Sam was basically useless to the operation of the Mafia, and he didn’t have an issue with that.

If it were up to Sam, he never would’ve joined his family business. He wanted nothing to do with it, ever. He thought he had escaped it, going to MIT and studying software engineering. But after the death of Jake’s first fiancé, they needed Sam. Sam was too smart for his own good, being able to design and hack into software people only dreamed of doing. Sam had protested and begged his older brother to let him stay in school, to let him have a normal life, but Jake refused, leading to a huge argument between the two.

“Just because you couldn’t protect your girlfriend doesn’t mean you have to ruin my life!”

“I’m not ruining your fucking life! I'm saving it!”

“No. you’re placing your guilt for not being able to save Katherine on me.”

Jake stormed over and grabbed his baby brother by the neck, slamming his body up against the wall. Even though Jake was a little shorter, he was stronger, holding on to his brother's throat with a tight grip. Sam stuttered out breaths, gasping as he tried to get his brother to let go.

“You will do as I say. I'm in charge. You got that shit, Samuel?”

“loud and clear, Jacob”

Sam finally snapped out of his mood after Josh got hurt. He broke down, crying to Danny in the middle of the night. He couldn’t lose anyone else in his family. Josh and Danny were all he had left, and he’d rather die than lose one of them. So Sam dove in full force into the business. With Jake gone, they all had to take on more responsibilities. Sam had taken over the financial side of things, splitting promoting duties for the various clubs with Danny. Sam had become a zombie of who he once was, helping build back relationships that had been broken and buried along with his brother.

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Lost Heart - Chapter 6

Summary: Jake does whatever it takes to protect his family.

Warnings: Death, gruesome graphic details, cussing

Chapter 5 Chapter 7

You woke up with a thick, gloomy fog invading your mind. You couldn’t think clearly, could barely see, and every inch of your body seemed to be in pain. It was heartbreak.

The book Josh had shown you last night was next to you, open to the middle. On the lined page was Jake’s messy handwriting recounting all of the small details of the first night the two of you met. In the margins were tiny little foot notes that stated things such as ‘make sure to tell her this,’ ‘this is when I knew,’ and other small comments. He was writing for you, just in case your memory of him never came back after he was shot. Jake wrote down the feelings he had for you so you could relive the moments with him.

The blank, light colored walls of the room did you no favors as flashes of memories with Jake played like an old Hollywood movie while you stayed hidden in the safety of the bed. You laid still, staring at the wall for over an hour before you mustered up enough courage to get up and move amongst the house. It was overly quiet in the manor. You weren’t sure if that was because everyone was mourning Jake and Sam, or if you were just completely alone. Though, it felt like the latter would always be the answer from here on out.

Your feet glided heavily along the floor as you used all of your energy to make your way down the stairs. It was too difficult. Halfway down, you stopped and took a seat. You rested your head against the metal railings and let small tears fall onto the marble steps. So little time was spent in this house, but every small detail reminded you of Jake. He was innately a part of you, that even looking down at your hands it felt like you were looking at him.

You ran the nail of your right index finger up your left hand, increasing pressure as you went until tiny droplets of blood started peppering your skin. You wanted to get him off your skin, you needed every reminder of him to disappear. Once you made it to your ring finger, you grabbed the dainty gold band and harshly yanked. It was hard enough to pop your finger out of place, making it turn the darkest shade of purple. You knew neither the pain nor injury would last long, yet the brief moment of feeling physical pain more than psychological was almost worth it. It made you feel almost… human.

With rage and loneliness flooding through you, you rear your hand back and punch the metal railings as an agonizing scream leaves you. Two sharp jagged pieces of decorative metal went clattering onto the floor of the grand entryway, your blood staining the floor around it.

“Y/N?” Ellsie sheepishly peaked her head around the corner of the wall that led to the living room. “Are- are you okay?”

You stared blankly at her, what a stupid question. Of course you weren’t okay. Nothing about this was okay and you doubt you’d ever be ‘okay’ again. You lost your husband, your soul, your heart. You were left empty.

“Daniel told me about what happened. Before he left.” She stepped out fully into the entryway, picking at her nail beds as she did. Ellsie looked sad, but like she was trying her best to hide it. Compared to you, she had no reason to be upset - her soulmate was still here. “That was three days ago.”

“I’ve been asleep for three days?” Your voice was weak and scratchy. Your whole mouth was dry and you just noticed how hungry you actually were.

“Yeah. Daniel and Joshua left right after you did, to uh, to find Samuel. I’ve been all alone in this big house with no one to talk to.” She chuckled lightly, but quickly stopped when your face stayed without any emotions. “I just, I just wanted to say I am sorry for everything I have caused your family.”

“It’s not your fault, Ellsie. It’s mine.” You paused for a second to really look at her. Ellsie still looked so young and innocent, even pregnant. You feel bad for her. It was unlikely that she knew the truth of who caused her to end up in this predicament. “And Jake’s.”

“No ma’am. I caused you guys to come back here. Y/N, you’ve been good to me and I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

“Just keep yourself safe, Ellsie. Even if that means…leaving.”

Ellsie looked shocked that you would even propose her leaving Danny. You would never have told her this a few days ago, but you didn’t want such a sweet girl to go through what you had. You were pulled through so much in a short time, just to be left completely alone.

“I could never leave Daniel, he is mine.”

You get up off the stairs passing her one the way to your kitchen, “Yeah. I thought the same thing.”

In the kitchen was a pitcher in the middle of the island with a small note next to you. Your heart skipped a beat in hopes that it was Jake who left it for you. You rushed over to the glass full of thick blood with a hopeful grin, only for it to completely vanish when you saw the note.

I’ll always be here - Josh

Next to his name was a messily drawn smiley face. You knew Josh was trying his hardest to be supportive, and you knew he was hurting too. But he had just spent a long time away from Jake, he should be used to it. From the moment you completed the prophecy, you had yet gone a day without your soulmate. This was so much easier on Josh.

Now that you think of it, all of this could be traced back to Josh. This is all his fault. If he hadn’t brought Aleera home, he never would have had to leave. If he didn’t leave, Jake wouldn't have come back to New Orleans and the two of you could be happy and together.

Josh refused to let his twin be happy, and this was just another way for him to get some power over his twin. You rip the paper in half and throw it into the large farm-style sink on the other side of the island. Forgoing a cup, you tip back the pitcher and drink all of it’s contents down in a few large gulps.

Ellsie followed you as quickly as she could, hindered by her belly that looked so much bigger than the last time you saw her. “From what Daniel told me, he had to leave. Y/N, it doesn’t mean he loves you any less. Honestly, it seems like Jake loves so much he is willing to put his happiness aside for you.”

“No, if it was about me he would have taken me with him.”

“He just wants to protect you and the family, Y/N.”

You sarcastically scoff, slamming your hand down on the counter making Ellsie jump. “I know, Ellsie. I fucking know. That’s all he ever says. That’s all I ever fucking hear. But I need him, I just need him.”

You were uncontrollably sobbing now, your weight buckling under you. You tried to keep yourself from falling to your knees, but it was no use. Grief and sorrow filled you completely taking over you as you thought how you potentially have lost your husband and best friend in a matter of twenty- four hours.

Even though it was difficult for her, Ellsie joined you on the floor with an abundance of sighs and groans. She lovingly accepted your weight as she held you to her chest and allowed you to cry and wail. Ellsie smoothed your hair down and rocked you back and forth to try and soothe you.

“Y/N, shh, darling.” Ellsie repeated over and over again, her voice becoming weaker as she started to cry as well.

“I can’t do it, Ellsie. I can’t.”

She grabbed your face in her hands. “You can and you will. I know you love him, but there was life before him and there will be life after him. You’re allowed to hurt, darling, but you still have so much to give the world.”

“Like what?” The thick coating of mucus and tears in your throat made your words sound hollow when you spoke.

“This baby is gonna need her God-mama.”

“Huh?”

She smirked shyly. “I know it’s not the best timing, Y/N. I was planning on asking you but then everything happened. I just trusted you from the moment I met you and I want my baby to have a role model like you.”

“I’m no role model.”

“But you are. You are so fiercely loving - I hope my daughter has that trait.” She silently waited for an answer, but when she didn’t get one, she shuffled away from you. “I’m sorry, I know it’s not the right time. This was so stupid, I am sorry-”

“I’d love to.”

Something compelled you to say yes. This little baby would have so many hardships to face later in life, and if you could help her — no, protect her, then maybe you’d feel a new purpose in life. Jake had taught you to protect those around you, and so you would.

“We are naming her Cheyenne, after my mother.”

“That’s beautiful, Ellsie.” You sniffled and smiled. If you were honest, talking about the baby actually was making you feel a little better. Like a new light in the darkness that seemed to surround your family.

“Cheyenne Daniella Wagner.” She sang as she patted her belly. “Gosh, you’re gonna be a handful aren’t you, honey bee?”

“She’s going to be a werewolf, right?”

“We won’t know until her thirteenth birthday, but we can pray not.”

“Ellsie, she is the daughter of an alpha.”

Her crooked smile was full of nervous energy, “May the odds be in our favor.”

Both of you knew that the day that Cheynne turns thirteen, all of your lives would be completely different. She would need all of you for protection, guidance, and belonging.

“We can do this.”

The two of you sat in solidarity on the floor for a long while. You spent the time just supporting each other through the uncertainty of the future. Ellsie melded into the family, she seemed to be exactly what was missing - positive energy.

Your breathing finally found it’s slow, natural, calm rhythm again, just for it to be ripped away by the sound of screaming coming from outside.

The sun was still set high in the sky, so there was no way for you to safely go out and check on what was going on. But, you knew that voice. You knew who was screeching your name in pain and agony.

“Sam?” You scurried to your feet, sprinting to the front door without actually thinking of the consequences.

As your hand grasped the doorknob, Ellsie was yelling at you, still on the floor of the kitchen, about not going in the sun. Her pleading words fell upon your deaf ears as you winced when the light instantly burned your skin. Small, round, blisters began popping up along your forearm when you used it to shield your sensitive eyes from the sun.

Everything you looked at was out of focus, yet you could still make out Sam sitting in a chair at the far end of the estate.

You blink more times than needed to try and gain a clearer picture of what was happening next to the tree line. When you finally were able to see everything and everyone, you almost wish you hadn’t.

Next to Sam was Xander, who you could only recognize from the memory Claudia showed you. However now, his jet black hair was past his collarbones and he had many, many more tattoos. But he wasn’t who was scaring you.

Two massive, muscular, and feral-looking wolves were posted on either side of Xander and Sam. One was coated in gray fur that turned an almost translucent shade of white towards the tip. The first was clean and fluffy, but their sharp teeth and snarling snout took away any ounce of playfulness and kindness.

The other was brown, borderline red in color who’s fur appeared dirty and matted. Their eyes weren’t as fierce as the slightly larger one across from them, but the moment their chocolate brown eyes landed on you, they turned a shocking shade of yellow.

“Sam!” You screamed from the porch, only being hidden in the tiniest amount of shade the awning allowed.

“Where is Jake?” Xander yelled back. He was more than a football field’s length away from you, yet his voice carried to sound as if he was standing directly in front of you.

“He’s gone! He left because of you!”

All of Sam’s skin was a harsh shade of pink. Open sores and blisters were scattered all over his skin, oozing pus and blood as they burst from the heat. He barely looked like himself. His eyes were hollow and his cheekbones were more pronounced than normal.

They tore his clothes from his body, leaving him in black boxers that left most of his skin exposed and vulnerable. From his head down to his feet, he was burned raw. You could see shiny exposed muscle and matte white bones on the tops of his thighs. To the left of his belly button was a monstrous bite, something far too big to be left by any vampire you knew.

It spanned the size of his torso, ending right under his pectoral, leaving gaping triangular shaped holes. It was no longer bleeding, but black scapes made his skin have the texture of rough sandpaper.

“Sammy!” You screeched when you noticed his skin melting almost down to the bone.

“I’ll let him die out here if you don’t bring me Jake.” Xander sounded sickeningly amused by the situation playing out. He was reveling in the fact he was able to torture the one who took away his first love.

‘Baby. If you can hear me, please come back right now. Baby, please! They have Sam!’

You tried to call out to Jake, to get him home, but the lack of response told you that he could either no longer hear you, was too far away, or simply was ignoring you.

You tried again, hoping that the desperation in your voice would be clear to him. ‘Jake, please! We need you, I need you.’

Again there was no answer. He made good on his promise that he would leave you completely alone.

“Jake is gone Xander! Let Sam go!”

“A deal is a deal, blood sucker! If I can’t have Jake, then give me Ellsie!”

Sam used the last of his energy to weakly yell out “No!”

His head was still hung low towards his lap, but your hearing allowed you to hear him whispering. “Don’t do that to Danny. Let him be happy.”

A sharp pain pierced your chest. Sam was sacrificing himself for his twin flame. Just as Jake always seemed to do.

You thought of disobeying his wishes, literally giving Ellsie to the wolves. But you knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. Sam made it very clear on what his wishes were, and though it felt almost impossible, you had to respect them.

“I love you, Sammy.”

“I love you, princess.”

There was so much loss in your life in such a little amount of time, yet you had no time to process any of it. From the chair, Sam made a feeble attempt to lunge towards Xander, falling to the grass with a loud thud.

Because they don’t know your best friend like you do, they didn’t understand that he was distracting them just long enough for you to slip away. They never came close to the house, but you weren’t going to risk it. So, as Xander laughed at Sam’s pathetic, meek state, you slammed the door shut and ran straight to Ellsie.

She hadn’t made it far off the ground, and you had to help her all the way to her feet. “Ellsie, we have to hide you, now!”

“Is it Xander? Has he come for my baby?” Her face twisted into panic sobs when the realization of who exactly was outside hit her.

Even though you wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball on the ground and grieve the loss of the two most important men in your life, you owed Ellsie protection. She was family.

“Ellsie, come on.” You tried to gently tug on her arm, but she didn’t budge. You didn't want to accidentally hurt her or the baby, but you needed to get her somewhere a little safer.

“I can’t see him, Y/N. Please don’t make me see him.” She was no longer thinking straight, she just continued to babble and panic over all the possible consequences of having Xander outside.

You were growing impatient. You knew that there was a reason Jake told you you weren’t allowed to leave the property. But you couldn’t risk the reasoning. “Ellsie, I’m going to pick you up now.”

You gathered her in your arms and sprinted to the room with no windows you said goodbye to Jake in. It seemed the safest for you. Only one entrance and no one could see in to know where you were.

“My baby, Y/N, my baby.” She wailed when you set her in the farthest corner of the dark room.

“She’s fine, Ellsie. I need you to listen to me.”

“Don’t let them hurt my baby.” She continued to wail on.

“Ellsie!” You quickly grabbed her face in your hands. You look at her in her sad, wet eyes. “I accept you, I accept you into this family.”

You weren’t sure if it was going to work or if you said the right words, but you needed her to have every possible connection and tie to Danny.

“What are you-“ she began.

“Close your eyes and think of Danny.”

“Wh-“

“Just do it” you rushed her on. After a brief moment of questioning, she did as you asked. “Think about being next to him, whispering in his ear.”

“Okay…”

“Now, tell him we need him. Tell him to come home now.”

“He won’t be able to hear me, Y/N.”

“With your mind, Ellsie. Talk to him with your mind.” You spoke through gritted teeth, having no patience left within you.

Ellsie’s face twitched and made microscopic movements as if she was having a conversation out loud with him. You hoped that it was working, that she had reached Danny for help, but her eyebrows still exposed her confusion.

You let your hands drop to her shoulders, becoming more supportive than demanding.

“Ellsie?” She sushed you, then opened her eyes wide with a loud gasp.

“He’s on his way. Daniel and Josh are on their way.”

“Oh sweet girl! Thank you.” You kissed her forehead and gave her a proud smile. Officially, Ellsie was now one of you.

“So, he is really mine now?”

“He has always been yours.”

You never imagined the first one to actually find their soulmate would be Danny. However after reflecting on it, it made perfect sense.

Danny was kind, sweet, and genuine. And although lost sometimes, he was steadfast in who he was becoming. He had so much love to give, and you were happy that these two girls were going to wake up every day with immense love and support.

“Ellsie, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Um. What do you know about your cousin Marques?” You weren't sure if Ellsie knew about how she ended up in Xander’s possession. But you doubted it from the fact she never seemed to recognize the twins.

“Don’t really know him. He is much, much older than I am.”

“Talking about my nephew now, girl?”

Claudia appeared from out of nowhere, again, to startle the two of you.

“Oh! Ms. Claudia I’m so glad you’re here! You have to help us!”

“Help you? I tried to warn you, but you just couldn’t let him go. Now look at us, my boy, my beautiful boy - dead!” She was shaking. “And you did nothing! You did nothing to try and help him. If that was Jacob out there, would you have let them kill him!”

You put your body between Claudia and Ellsie’s, just as an extra measure of protection. Claudia was angry and you had no idea what her limits actually were. Yet, you stayed silent because you knew she was right. If that was Jake out there, in that chair, you wouldn’t have thought twice about giving up Ellsie.

“I came here to help you. To give you the message Jacob left with me, but I come here to see my Samuel dangling from one of those creatures' dirty mouths!” She aggressively thrusted her pointed finger towards the lawn where you last saw Sam.

“He told me to Claudia, he told me to save Ellsie.”

“I knew the day Marques met Jake, he was going to be bad news. Marques was sick, but he was a good boy!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Marques was a werewolf, yes, but he wasn’t like the others. He was weak and sick, and could never keep up with the others. Then Jake found him, had him drink his blood and bam! Marques was the strongest creature in Louisiana.”

“So? Claudia, what does this have to do with Sam?”

“Marques had two alphas then, and you can’t have two alphas. He was exiled by his clan, completely alone. Jacob never did anything. Not a damned thing to help out my nephew. He let him roam the South alone and scared because Jacob had his brothers and wasn’t looking for anymore. Well, until that Daniel came around.”

You stood to your feet when Claudia made her way close to Ellsie.

“I went to find Jacob, set him straight but I turned a blind eye when I fell in love. But to this day, your husband,” she pointed at you accusatory, “tears my family apart. Has Marques wrapped around his finger so tightly, he’d sell his cousin.”

“What?” Ellsie’s lip quivered. “Jake gave me to Xander?”

“Of course he did. Because Jake doesn’t give a damn about anyone other than his brothers and his slut.”

“That’s not true, Ellsie.” You tried to reason.

“Did he or did he not bargain her life away for the likes of his brother.” Claudia corrected.

“Ellsie, he feels so guilty-“

“You knew? I trusted you, asked you to be the godmother of my baby, and you knew?” Ellsie scooted as far away from you as she could before she was firmly pressed against the wall.

“I-I-“ you worked to find the words to explain yourself, but nothing came through. You had no excuse, none that made sense anyway. “Yes, I knew.”

“How could you?” Ellsie spat.

“Because she is just like her soulmate. She deserves to be alone. Just like Jacob, she is cold, dark, selfish, cruel-“

Before her last word left her mouth, you had her pinned to the wall closest behind her.

“Don’t you dare speak of him that way.”

“Now that Samuel is gone, I don’t give a shit about this house.” Claudia snapped her fingers, and the large house shook in response. “The protection is gone, have fun with the full moon tonight.”

“You send him away just to put my family in danger?” Your hands squeeze around Claudia’s thin, long neck. Anger and protectiveness flooded your senses, and you knew exactly who you resembled.

“I was wrong about you, your fate is tied to that devil. You’re just like him.”

“That’s fucking right.” You violently tilt your hands to the left, effectively snapping Claudia’s neck with a shrill crack. Her body dropped to the ground with a loud thud, and you could hear her bones snap from the harsh impact.

Ellsie shrieked, muffled by her palm smacking against her mouth. Her knees were pulled to her chest and she was slowly rocking back and forth, hitting the wall behind her with a slow methodical rhythm.

“Y/N?”

At the end of the hall was a terrified looking Josh. His eyes frantically bounced between you and Claudia’s limp and twisted body on the ground near the baseboard.

“What did you do?” Josh asked.

Danny wasn’t paying any attention to you. His focus was on Ellsie who was sobbing behind you. With a pointed glare at you, Danny stomped towards Ellsie. His shoulder aggressively bumped yours, making you stumble backwards.

“Ellsie, what’s wrong?” Danny was trying his best to soothe her. Talking sweetly in a calm voice and smoothing her dark hair against her head.

“Jake-Jake….” She started.

Josh made his way over to you, grabbing your arm to keep you from taking steps towards the couple in the room.

He leaned in and whispered, “You blessed her?”

You silently nod your head, keeping your eyes completely locked on Danny and Ellsie.

The way he was touching her, caressing her, caring for her. And even though it had only been three days, you were missing Jake’s touch already. You felt completely empty without him.

Josh’s hand on you felt wrong, so wrong it almost hurt you. You shrugged him off of you, much to his disappointment.

“I know what he did, Ellsie. Josh told me, well, Josh showed me what Jake wrote.”

Josh was holding the black book that obviously had pages torn out. You expected it was the pages Jake discussed what he did to Ellsie, because sticking out of Danny’s back pocket was a few pages of ripped paper.

“You should read this when you’re ready, Ellsie.”

Danny put the papers on the floor next to her, then pulled her into his arms.

Josh, once again, grabbed your arm and pulled you into the hallway.

“How did you get back here? The sun is out.”

“Tinted windows.” Josh was fidgeting, locking his jaw in and out of place.

“Y/N,” his voice cracked when he said your name. “Tell me Sam is alright.”

You couldn’t look him in the eye. Josh lost both of his brothers, and the heartbreak was evident in his eyes. He looked weak and scared, even more so than usual.

“He’s not.” was all you had to stay for Josh to get the picture.

“Dead?”

You nodded your head, still not looking at Josh. He slumped against the wall of the hallway with his hands on his knees.

“How much time do we have before Xander comes back?” Josh asked with a few tears sliding off his chin into his white shoes.

“Sundown.”

He sniffled a few times, before standing up straight and putting on a brave face. Josh did his best impression of Jake, rolling his shoulders back and standing a little taller.

“We only have a few hours until the full moon. Let’s get to work.”

You silently followed him as he made his way down the stairs to the library. His shoulders displayed confidence, yet his facial features were wrecked with anxiety.

“Josh, what are you doing?” He didn’t answer. “Josh! Tell me what you’re doing!”

He was rummaging through the cedar desk in the left corner, “I’m not Jake, you can’t just order me around.”

You sighed, “Josh, please can you tell me what’s happening?”

Josh stopped his movements and slid on top of the desk. “Do you think he is going to come back?”

Your stomach dropped. You weren’t sure if you had time for this, but you would take any opportunity to talk about Jake that you could.

“Yes. For me— I mean, us.” You tried to catch yourself, but Josh smirked when you flubbed your words.

“No, no you’re right.” He hopped off the desk, grabbing something from the drawer as he did. Josh stepped right in front of you, close enough for you to feel his breath against the high peaks of your cheeks. He kept looking at your lips, and you swore he was going to kiss you. Your heart began to beat faster and faster, concern over your own reaction making your palms grow sweaty.

If Josh kissed you, you wouldn’t know what you would do. A part of you wanted to believe you’d push him away, smack him in the face. But the other wanted to melt into him and let him make you forget about everything that’s happened…even if it’s just for a brief moment.

Josh leaned in a little to your body, just allowing his hips to graze your’s. “Then let’s make sure he still can come back to you.”

From his hand dangled a teardrop shaped vile from a long silver chain, full of the brightest red blood you’ve seen. It matched the same color of blood that was in the necklace Jake gave you for your birthday.

“Drink up.” Josh popped the cork and took a quick swig of the blood. “Alpha blood makes you stronger.”

His lips were painted with Jake’s blood before he licked them clean. Josh passed you the drink and you looked at him for reassurance.

“Go ahead, it’s not like you haven’t done it before.” He flashed you a knowing look. If you had stayed awake after biting Jake, maybe you would have felt his power, had increased senses, but you were too grief stricken to even pick yourself off of the ground.

Maybe that’s why he wanted you to bite him, or maybe he wanted a piece of you always with him.

You take a bigger drink than Josh. Electricity flowed through your body down to your fingertips, and you could feel yourself grow stronger every second.

Just as you were reveling in the power, Ellsie’s pained scream echoed through the whole house.

You and Josh rushed to her, getting there in a blurred second.

You were both huffing by the time you made it to the back room. You looked around for any sign of Xander or one of his werewolves, but there was none.

Danny was holding on to her hand, kneeling on one knee next to her. Ellsie was laying on the ground, perched up slightly, with a puddle between her legs.

Danny whipped his head to you, talking directly to you. “Her water broke.”

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