#i also tried with some gold but it came of as to warm for her

[thelien-art]

Hi! I love your art, thank you so much for so much of it <3 I was wondering if you're up to drawing Daeron or Berúthiel for the six characters challenge?

Uhhh, don´t make this hard for me-

I wanted to go with red under the black first as it was a nice blend, but I wanted her to have green eyes, and going over with green instead of red makes it look more "out of place" as the black/grey has a warm red undertone, and the green is colder and the opposite, and therefore giving the vibe I want for her - and then, of course, an ash-like skin and dull, on the yellow spectrum making it look green as there´s already green in there, hair. I also gave her grey undertones, and no reflection in the eyes as I tend to do.

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#i havent decided on the rest yet so requests are still open #beruthiel #gondor #lotr #tolkien #she was said to go and plain black and silver garment which i really like for her #i also tried with some gold but it came of as to warm for her #and her lil white spy how could i ever forget #lord of the rings #jrr tolkien #lotr art #tolkien art #my art #digital art #yes i think the white cat is the smallest of the gang mostly because it makes it easier to come in weird places and spy #six characters challenge

[starneteyam]

ELEGANT ★

🖇️ char. Neteyam x Metkayina! Fem! Reader

🖇️ warn. None, fluff, very long

🎥 In which you are the eldest daughter of the chief of the Metkayina, and upon arrival of the Omitikayans, you fall for a particular someone

You watched with a shaky breath as your father welcomed the forest people into your home, knowing what responsibilities you now held. The children of theirs seemed to be the same age as you and your siblings. “My children will guide your children.” Your father finished. “But father-” Started Ao’nung, stepping forward to complain, but you hushed him, stopping him with your arm. “That is enough, Ao’nung. We will treat them as our brothers and sister.” You told him, eyes piercing into his as a warning. You were the eldest, and your father had made sure you knew that. You must be responsible, noble, and elegant.

Ao’nung shut his mouth the second you opened yours, not opening it again. You stepped forward. “Who is the eldest?” You asked the Sully siblings, chin held high with pride. A boy, much larger and taller than you, stepped out of the crowd. “That would be me. I am Neteyam.” His voice was like liquid gold, beautiful and soft, both also mighty and stern. You held eye contact, before bringing your fingers to your forehead. “Oel ngati kameie.” (I see you), you said with grace, your voice gentle to prove your maturity. “Oel ngati kameie.” He greeted back, his eyes fluttering as he said so.

Tsireya grinned, excited by the newcomers and waving for them to follow. “Come, I will show you the village.” She laughed. It was not everyday that outsiders came, so you understood her joy, but you made sure to keep your calm. Your eyes flickered towards the eldest, who seemed like a reflection of you. He was quiet, and kept calm, unlike his childish siblings. His eyes met yours, and you couldn’t help but shy away. You silently cursed to yourself. He had won.

To live in the water, they would have to be able to ride an Ilu, the dire-horse of the sea. You knew they rode the tsurak, but taming an Ilu was much harder. You would have to withstand the weight and pressure of the water, while also making a connection with the Ilu. You stood in the water, next to Neteyam, a hand on the head of his Ilu to keep it in place. While Ao’nung, Rotxo, and Tsireya would try and teach Kiri, Lo’ak, and Tuktirey, you were in charge of teaching Neteyam.

“Remember, you must keep a good composure or the water will reject you.” You told him, signaling waves with your arms to teach better. “I understand.” He said, mounting his Ilu. “Be calm, imagine the waves and the water,” Your fingers gently caressed the water, “not the tides and the tsunamis.” You splashed the water, some getting on him. He laughed, and you found yourself laughing, too. You both flinched when there was a violent splash next to you, and watched as Lo’ak lost control of his Ilu and went speeding and crashing into the water. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t be like him.” You advised, to which he awkwardly laughed at, embarrassed by his brother.

You pulled him out of the water, onto the reef, just the two of you. “You are not very good at holding your breath.” You said in a soft voice, afraid of offending him. He only smiled shyly, making your cheeks warm. “Teach me.” He demanded, scooting closer to you. Surprised, you widened your eyes, ears flickering in caution. “Please.” He added. You let out a breath through your nose, nodding as you sat straight. “You must breathe in deep. But do not just breathe in, fill your lungs until your upper half is full.” You instructed, before breathing deeply through your mouth. He tried to copy, but you could tell he wasn’t doing it correctly by the way his breath sounded.

“Wrong.” You spat, sitting directly in front of him. “Start here.” You placed your hand on his stomach, not failing to notice how he flinched against your touch. He cleared his throat, before beginning to breathe in. You slowly traced your fingers up the middle of his stomach, to his chest, guiding his breathing. “Slowly, fill your lungs from the bottom of your stomach.” You mumbled. Your fingers lay gently on his broad chest, and you scowled. He wasn’t doing it correctly, again. “It is wrong.” You huffed.

His eyes flickered to yours. “Please, I cannot focus.” He said in a low voice, both of his hands gently grabbing yours that was on his chest, slowly pushing it towards yourself. You almost didn’t hear him, but you grew embarrassed because of your actions. “I am sorry.” You apologized, realizing how unprofessional you had been. “I am not.” He said, still gripping onto your hand. You stared at him, and he stared back. He was strange.

You sat with Neteyam on the deck, the two of you alone and laughing away, joking and sharing conversations. The sky was dark, the freckles on your face illuminating your faces, a single lamp sitting between you two as you both dipped your feet into the cold water. “No, like this. Thank you.” You slowly said, showing him the sign language. He clumsily did the same, and you smiled, proud for him. “Yes, exactly.” You laughed, covering your mouth. He laughed back.

The two of your laughters died down, now sitting in a comfortable silence, the sound of nature enveloping you. “What else would you like to learn?” You asked, tilting your head and resting your head on your own shoulder, swinging your feet against the water. He stayed silent, his mouth closing and opening repeatedly, obviously hesitant. “How do you say, you are beautiful?” Your head turned towards him, eyes wide in surprise. But you quickly recollected yourself. He probably didn’t mean it for you, you told yourself.

He must have another woman back at Omiticaya, though they would probably never meet again. Even so, he didn’t say that to you. “You are beautiful.” You said, slowly doing the gestures with your hands. He stared dead at you, eyes half lidded, entranced with your beauty. “You are beautiful.” He echoed, his voice softer and quieter than before, but with more truth. You ignored him. He didn’t mean it for you.

You followed behind Neteyam, hearing noises of your siblings fighting. When you arrived, there stood Ao’nung, Rotxo, Kiri, and Lo’ak, all glaring daggers at each other. Neteyam stepped forward against your little brothers, menacingly. “You heard him. Don’t touch my sister.” He warned, a finger pointed in Ao’nung’s face. Ao’nung, hesitant, but complied. He raised his hands in defeat, a smirk on his face. You watched, embarrassed of your brothers, as Neteyam and his siblings turned to leave. You stepped forward, your brother and his friends noticing you and immediately cowering upon seeing the angered expression on your face.

“You fools. You are stupid, and childish. You bring embarrassment and shame to our people!” You whisper yelled, deciding not to raise your voice in front of the Sully siblings to keep some pride. Then, Lo’ak turned, raising his hand in front of Ao’nung’s face. “You know what? Yeah, I may be part alien. Look, look, you see that?” He explained, waving his five fingers in front of Ao’nung’s face. “But here’s a cool thing I can do. Watch. If I fold my fingers like this, and then I-” He cut himself off, swinging at Ao’nung’s face and hitting him square in the jaw.

You gasped, watching as Lo’ak hit him two more times, before Ao’nung sprung back at him, the two of them tangled on the floor as they fought one another. Rotxo soon joined in, holding Lo’ak back, before Neteyam got involved. You stood next to Kiri, watching the boys fight like idiots. Kiri laughed, amused, while you huffed. You were a woman, you would not fight. But you were a sister, so you would stop them. “Stop, Ao’nung. Stop!” You yelled, pulling Ao’nung back by the shoulders, him resisting as he tried to hit Lo’ak once more. “Stop!” You got on your knees to pull him back, until you felt Ao’nung’s elbow connect with your face.

Movement stopped, and everybody stood still. Kiri stopped laughing, mouth now hung open. You may fight a boy like a fool, or make fun of a girl’s strangeness — but you do not touch a man’s daughter. Ao’nung held his breath, afraid, while the Sully siblings stared in anticipation. You turned your head towards your brother’s, eyes wide and full of fury, nose scrunched and teeth baring in anger. You stood up. “Stand.” You ordered.

Ao’nung did not stand. “Stand!” You yelled, him flinching as he did so. “Come.” You said, voice shaking from rage as you tried to keep your calm. You refused to humiliate your reputation any further in front of the eldest of the son of Toruk Makto. You stood still, him slowly walking towards you, afraid. He yelped as you grabbed his braid, before pushing him in front of you, walking off.

You stood next to Neteyam the next day, just in the middle of apologizing for your brother’s actions from the day before, when Ao’nung ran up to the both of you. “Neteyam.” He summoned, standing in front of you. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him, the expression on his face displaying that he did something regrettable. “Forgive me, but your brother…” He trailed off, trying to find the words to say it. You sneered, hitting the side of his head with your palm. “Spit it out!” You urged.

“Well, he had come and asked for forgiveness, so for truce, we drove him out to the outer reefs. We had left him there, as a joke, but he was attacked by a creature.” He spat out. Your hands covered your mouth, both in shock and fear. You nervously looked at Neteyam, and anger and anxiousness showed on his face. You grit your teeth. Nothing in this world could express the anger you felt towards your brother. “You idiot! You fool!” You hit him with your fist, hard on his skull, but he only felt a bit of pain, as you were only meat and bones. “We must go find Jake’Suli, but after, I will kill you myself.” You then snarled at him, your teeth showing as you hissed.

“Hitting my brother is forgiven. Leaving him for death is not.” Neteyam scowled, grabbing Ao’nung by the braid. On any other occasion, you would defend your brother, but right now, you couldn’t even look at him.

Lo’ak was found with bruises and scratches, but no major injuries. Your heart hurt, seeing what your brother and his childish friends had done to him. You stood next to your mother, your family standing tall as Jake Sully and his family stood before you. Jake didn’t seem too angry, probably not wanting to make it a big deal. His siblings, nonchalant. His mother was angry, but at Lo’ak. You thought Neytiri was beautiful. She was noble and filled with pride, but brave and strong.

You held your head down in shame, knowing how much trouble you were in. You were in charge of your brother. This was your fault.

“Come on, Lo’ak.” Jake Sully said, hand on his back as his family walked away. Your father turned to Ao’nung. “Is this true, Ao’nung? Did you try to stop Lo’ak from going over the reef?” He asked, hand on your brother’s shoulder. Ao’nung sighed, nodding. You knew this was a lie, and you became more disappointed in your brother. You made note to scold him harshly, later. Then, your father turned to you, and you flinched.

“You. Where were you?” Your mother snarled, and you held your chin low, hands in front of you. “I was apologizing to Neteyam for Ao’nung’s actions from the day before, ma’am.” You spoke quietly. Your father stayed silent. “And you will apologize to his family again. Go.” Your father ordered, shooing you off. You bowed your head, shooting a glare at Ao’nung, before running after the Sully family. You reached their home quietly, slowing down and listening in to make sure you came at a good time.

You peered into their home, not seeing Lo’ak, but only Tuktirey in her mother’s arms, Jake scolding Neteyam. “And where were you? What happened to watching your brother?” He said, his voice not raised, but stern and full of authority. You felt a chill on your back. Jake Sully was dominating, and even you could feel that. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault, sir.” Your heart ached, watching Neteyam. You knew exactly what it felt like. You stepped forward, their heads turning to you and acknowledging your presence.

“I am sorry for interrupting. I have come to apologize for my idiot brother.” You stepped closer, trying not to cower from the intense stares of Jake and Neytiri. “I have no excuse.” You finished. Jake let out a sigh, a small smile on his face. He placed a hand on top of your head, as if viewing you as his daughter. “Don’t worry about it.” He comforted, and you stared at the ground. “Tell your father we’re truly sorry for Lo’ak.” He said, his hands now crossed in front of his chest.

You shook your head. “He has already forgiven.” You said, knowing your father would say the same thing. Jake smiled. “You’re dismissed.” He said softly. You hesitated, staring at Neteyam, him staring at you back. This didn’t go unnoticed by Jake, and he waved his arm. “You too. Get out of here.” He gestures towards Neteyam. He bowed his head, jogging to catch up to you as the two of you left. “I must admit, it is charming how responsible you are.” You let the words slip out your mouth, and his ears flickered. He was nervous.

“Thank you.” He murmured shyly. The two of you walked in silence, but a question lingered your mind. Your cheeks warmed, just thinking about it. You opened your mouth, finally. “Have you chosen a woman, back at Omiticaya?” Your voice was so quiet, part of you wishing he didn’t hear you — but he did. He stopped in his tracks, his tail swinging behind him. He let out a breath. “What?” You felt embarrassment from the question, so you turned your head. “Never mind.”

He stepped in front of you, his hands on your shoulders so you would look at him. “I- I have not chosen a woman. Yet.” He added, an urgency in his voice. You couldn’t help but feel glad at his answer, smiling. “Has a man chosen you?” He mumbled. Your ears twitched, nervous as his hands on his shoulders slid down your arms, holding your wrists. “I have not chosen them back.” You whispered, moving your arms so your hands would be in his.

He held his hands out, and you traced your fingers along the tiny scars on his palms. “But I have chosen, now.” You said in a hushed tone, your eyes averting from his hands to his eyes. His hands gripped yours, eyes flickering between you and your lips. “Then so have I.” He whispered as he leaned in. Your heart was beating out of your chest, closing your eyes. You felt his lips on yours, and you couldn’t help but let out a breath, as if saying “finally”.

He smiled into the kiss, your lips moving in perfect synchronization. His hands let go of yours, cupping the sides of your face. Yours laid gently on his stomach as he deepened the kiss. You felt your throat tighten up, wanting to laugh in joy. You have never knew that you could feel this way — not until him. He pulled away, out of breath, and you laughed. “You are still horrible at taking deep breaths.” You teased, and he laughed back.

“I can not take deep breaths if my heartbeat is fast.” He took your hand and placed in on his chest, above his heart. Indeed, his heart was beating out of his chest. You stayed in silence, eyes lingering on each other. “I see you.” You whispered. He closed his eyes, placing his forehead against yours. “I see you.” He said back, not a single ounce of hesitance in his voice.

#avatar #avatar way of water #Neteyam #Neteyam x reader #jake sully #fanfiction #fanfic #fantasy #one shot #oneshot

[trancylovecraft]

can i have yandere kokushibo with a oiran fem reader who is very talented when it comes to singing dancing and arts i want like uh heian period hehe lets just jump back to heian era. sooo here oiran reader likes sakura blossom since kid because it always remind her of her dead mother and when kokushibo kidnapped her and locked her forever in the house he found the oiran reader will also tried to plant sakura blossom outside his house to keep her calm and know that she is still safe or whatever she's still fine

whenever she sees a beautiful sakura blusom (i know this is so random but this is my first time requesting T-T)

(KNY) YANDERE! KOKUSHIBO x READER: Renewal Season

Turn. Left foot. Right foot. Spin. Stray.

The movements of the girls body seemed to flow throughout the crowd like water. Her hips swayed along to the roaring music of the festival.

The people inside bustling crowd around her couldn't help but stop and stare as she danced past them, Only leaving a faint scent of Cherry blossom in her wake.

She gripped a branch of Sakura blossoms, Which in the dance she was doing would usually substitute for Wisteria instead. However the flush pink of the petals set her apart from the other dancers making their way around the festival.

Not to mention her soft voice singing along to the music, Of which one could only hear as she passed by.

The celebrations roared in honour of the announcement of the Heian period. Named after the city the festivities took place in, Heian-Kyo. The capital of Japan had been moved by the emperor Kammu.

So of course the party was in full swing. The courtesan houses that were hosted in the more scummy part of town of course had to take full advantage of this. They sent some of their workers to perform out in the streets to try and attract business.

This included [F/N], The respectable Oiran of the Haruka-House. Who was known for her particular finesse with a koto, Her enticing voice that resonated within your stomach and her particular adoration of Sakura.

She was beautiful, Both in looks, personality and movement. Her hair was decorated with bejewelled pins of all colour, All tied up into a beautiful style pinned up at the top. Her kimono was lined with gold twine and coloured a deep red which swayed about like a hypnotists watch as she moved.

The stares burned into her figure, Warm stares. The made her shift uncomfortably and tried to avert her own gaze away from theirs. She exhaled. You're an Oiran, You should be use to this by now, [F/N].

Push through it, [F/N]. You know exactly why you're doing this.

She swayed around again, Moving throughout the crowd swiftly. The stares only intensified as she went along.

She could pick out a particular stare from wherever it came from, She couldn't tell.

While the crowd's stare was warm, A light boil that made her squirm. The stare she could pick out was hot. Burning hot.

The kind of stare that made a shiver crawl up her back and make her shoulders tighten up in disgust.

She felt uncomfortable from the feeling. As soon as she took another turn she pulled the cherry branch up to her dolled up face and inhaled, Letting the subtle aroma invade and take over her senses as she closed her eyes. Letting the smell swallow her whole.

☆♡☆

The delicate breeze blew over the roseate coloured forest in the neigh afternoon. The light cold wind brushed over the woman's porcelain skin and ran through her hair, Making it sway lightly in the wind.

She examined a branch of the sakura tree's lining the forest and surrounded her families house, Which sat in a clearing on top of a valley overlooking the entire woodland. The house of a modest size, It's windows were open so the spring breeze could envelop the inside rooms and bring about an uplifting mood to the entire family living in it.

There was a rocky stone pathway leading up to the front steps of the house. The rocks that were lodged into the path were jagged and rough. Showing that they haven't been tended to in a good long while.

"Mum! Mum!" A young voice called out in the distance.

The woman looked up from the branch to see her daughter clamber down the porch steps and sprint over to her mothers position at the edge of the hill.

Her mother turned around just in time to see [F/N] jump onto her, Giving her mother a rather aggressive hug.

"Ah! [F/N]" Her mother exclaimed. She looked away from the sakura to look down at her daughter.

"Did I scare you? Did I scare you this time?!" [F/N] giggled. She shook her mother a little in excitement.

Her mother was graced with a small smile and she nodded. "Yes, You got me very good. Gave me the fright of my life, Sweetheart." Her mother laughed and [F/N]'s face lit up with achievement.

"Yay!" [F/N] cried and jumped down from hugging her mother who stumbled from the unexpected movement. The sakura branch she was holding was tugged along with her, Causing her mother to gasp.

"Careful! [F/N]. You almost made me break a branch off." Her mother tutted and went to examine the branch for any damage.

[F/N] pouted.

"I don't get it, Mum. Why do you like the big pink trees so much" She huffed, Stomping her foot.

Despite her mother's constant love and affection [F/N] couldn't help but feel a little envy towards the plants. Her mother adored them and was always the first one out of the house to look at the blooming roseate leaves. Not to mention her kimono was patterned with cherry blossom designs.

Her mother hummed.

"I don't really have a reason why, [F/N]. I don't really need one." She said. Not taking her eyes off the blooming leaves.

"Still! What do they even do?" [F/N] scoffed.

Her mother finally looked away from the leaves and gave her daughter a knowing smile, She sighed and crouched down onto one knee to look at her daughter straight in the eyes.

"Well… The reason they are here is to bring forth spring. As the sakura appear and go they will leave behind green leaves. That's a use, Without them you wouldn't be able to play in the fallen leaves which I know you love so much" Her mother explained. She booped [F/N]'s nose to which she giggled.

"I know, I know! But still. Is that really all?" [F/N] asked. Her mother shook her head.

"Well they also mean things too, [F/N]" She said. [F/N]'s face scrunched up in confusion, But decided to listen along.

"As the blossoms come and go they can symbolise life and the short time we have here." Her mother started, She turned back to the leaves.

"As the sakura tree's disappear in favour of the leaves they come back just as strong the next year meaning renewal." Her mother finished, Her voice filled with wonder.

[F/N] looked up at her mother. The same sense of wonder she felt seemed to rise in [F/N] as well.

"Just as strong?" [F/N] asked.

Her mother nodded and looked down at [F/N] as she smiled.

"Now come on you little rascal, Your father needs to head out to work soon and we better go prepare him breakfast." Her mother laughed and grabbed [F/N]'s little hand. Helping balance her on the heavy rocky pathway she set off.

She stumbled a little on the pathway, Lightly pulling [F/N] in her movements. She sighed.

"Better fix this pathway soon. I swear.. One day me, You or your father will have such a bad trip that our heads will be spinning for days" She complained softly to her daughter.

"Is that something we can do together?" [F/N] asked, Looking into her mothers eyes for the answer.

Her mother smiled.

"We'd be better off to wait until the summer. The petals from the cherry tree's will be an issue when they get onto the path." She explained. [F/N] tilted her head in confusion

"..That means yes, Sweetheart." She confirmed.

"Yay!" The young girl sqeaked.

[F/N] giggled. She followed her mother back to their house as sakura leaves fell from the tree's behind them.

☆♡☆

The festival had ended not so long ago.

While celebrations were still occurring their intensity wasn't as big as it was earlier. [F/N] felt so very tired from the performing, Her muscles ached and her only desire right now was to get an early nights sleep.

Her usual makeup and hair-do she wore was lightly ruffled from the events of the night.

With the calming down of the festivities [F/N] had long ago returned to the house of which she worked. As she entered she couldn't help but notice the rather large crowd at the entrance.

Her performance had done well, Really well. Both her flowing movements and her god-sent voice had attracted a large amount of men to her house, All more than willing to pay for their time with her.

[F/N] gripped the sakura branch tighter. The men had noticed her arrival and had rushed up to her. [F/N] stumbled back from the sudden intrusion as the men crowded around her and started yelling.

"Me first, I got here early and missed out on half the festival for this!"

"No way. I got here way earlier man, Back off"

"Liar!"

One of the men raised a fist and was about to swing it at the other. However a tutting sound rung loud from the far side of the room making the entire crowd drop silent.

Haruka-sama, The woman who owned and managed the house had quieted the crowd.

Haruka-sama was a small old lady who had a rather grouchy face and a greed stronger than any other. Her beady little eyes looked around at the crowd with an opportunistic glare, Similar to how a fox would glare at a defenceless rabbit.

"Step away from the girl now.. Step away!" Haruka said, Pushing her way easily through the crowd of men she grabbed [F/N] by the hand and pulled her out.

She dragged [F/N] to the front of the house and started positioning her body to be straight and proper. As she did [F/N] felt beads of sweat build up on her forehead and her jaw trembling.

Haruka-sama finished dolling [F/N] up. She seen the nervousness on [F/N]'s face before shooting her a warning look. One that [F/N] recognised well.

Pull yourself together, You're the Oiran of this house. Steady that jaw and wipe off the sweat and make me some money.

Despite [F/N]'s dear want to stand up to Haruka-sama, The want to deny all of these men and go to bed. She couldn't, Her contract could be revoked in a moment. She couldn't afford to lose it for a moment.

So instead of speaking up, She clenched her jaw and lightly wiped off the sweat from her brow. Her lips wrenched themselves into a lovely little smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She clasped her hands low and stiffened up her body, Giving her a more mannequin look than human.

Haruka hobbled round to the front of the house and faced the crowd of customers with a wide smile.

"Alright, Alright! It may be closing hours but I'm sure our lovely Oiran here can spare another session, But to decide who gets the slot we'll start a bidding. How about we start at about… 20,776 yen. Any takers?" Haruka called out to the crowd which went wild on the announcement of the bidding.

"25,970!" One of the louder men called out.

"27,701!" Another yelled.

The crowd kept shouting out higher and higher numbers, [F/N] felt her body shake despite her constant effort of steadying herself.

Voices yelled even higher than the numbers as the crowd grew closer to the front of the house.

The customers eyes burned into her like hot coals and she was scrutinized by all in the room. Her clasped hands built up sweat, Her breath steady yet heavy. She tried to look away when the sound of the shoji doors to the house slid open.

"500,000 yen."

The room went silent.

Haruka-sama's beady little eyes widened in shock to the man who had suddenly appeared, The money waved in his hand. Haruka's jaw opened slack.

"Sold!" She screamed, Pointing her finger to man standing in the doorway with the most giddy joy she had felt in years.

[F/N]'s body went rigid. Her mind went wild at the number, 500,00?! Who is this man? Who would want to pay that much just to have a single session with her of all people.

The man was tall, Taller than anyone else in the room. He wore a loose purple nagagi kimono with a intricate hexagonal pattern woven into it, It looked expensive which [F/N] figured. He also wore a dark hakama and a white uwa-obi as a belt tied fit around his waist which also held a katana and sheathe.

His hair was tied up into a pony-tail with spiky tips that faded into red at the ends. She looked to his face, However she was unable to see it as he wore a rather large kama, The typical hat a samurai would wear, That covered his face entirely.

He stood there in the doorway waving the money. And despite his face being covered [F/N] could still feel his stare through the thing… It felt hot.

[F/N] shivered as she remembered it was the same hot feeling from earlier, The man must of been the one looking at her during the festival.

All of crowd from earlier was hushed out of the house by Haruka-sama, Muttering curses to the final bidder who didn't seem to react to any of their words.

Finally when the house was evacuated. All there was left was [F/N], The man and Haruka-sama.

They sat in total silence. [F/N] stared dead eyed at the man, Who seemed to look back at her with that inferno of a gaze. She squirmed under the weight of it.

Suddenly a hand clapped out of nowhere.

They both turned to Haruka. Whose usual grouchy, Scrunched up face was contorted into a wide grin.

"Well then.." She said.

Haruka hobbled over to the sliding shoji door and pulled it open, She bowed down in respect to the man.

"After you."

☆♡☆

The tension in the air was thick, So much so that you could feel it seep into your skin.

The room the pair sat on was located on the highest floor of the courtesan house that towered over the other buildings around it. The room was home to a balcony that looked out over the dark night in Heian-Kyo, Only lit up by the paper lanterns from the long gone festival and the stars looking over the bustling streets like eyes.

The room was home to a small centre table, A dresser with a polished mirror on top and filled to the very brim with Sakura themed decorations. From paintings, To bedsheets to the very plant itself potted on the furniture. It was everywhere. Even the light scent resonated in the air.

It however, Just wasn't enough to calm the girl down as [F/N] nervously tuned the delicate strings on her koto from across the table. A single bead of sweat rolled down her side brow. Her eyes stead set on the knobs to avoid the hot gaze from across the table. Hot. She recognised it, He must of been the source of the scorching stare from within the crowd somewhere. It didn't help her situation in the slightest as it just made [F/N]'s figure freeze up, Her body on guard.

Ever since Haruka had lead them to [F/N]'s room he hadn't said a word, Just went to sit down on the tatami mat, Unmoving. The Kama overshadowed his face, Making it impossible to see his expression.

Was he sad? Angry? Or was [F/N] just overthinking things, It had been a long night after all and she was prone to a little paranoia now and then.

The sweat bead dropped to the floor and hit her kimono sleeve. Her lips twitched as she managed to drag her gaze up to the man, Whose large hat still covered his eyes. Twisting her mouth into the usual smile you'd see on an Oiran, She spoke.

"..If I may ask sir, What is a man like you doing around here? Samurai don't often come around these parts, You know." Her voice was light in tone. A tone that was friendly and gentle in nature, Enticing him on.

The man didn't make a move to speak however. Just sat there. Staring.

Her face quirked, Only for a moment.

"What about your name, Sir?" She tried again, Her voice only lilting in tone to a slight.

Again. Nothing.

[F/N] felt her hands on her koto clench up, Her eyes following the movement. The feeling felt-

"Kokushibo."

[F/N] looked up. The surprise pulsating in her chest as she realised the man, Now Kokushibo, Had spoken to her. Her previously ridged form fizzled into a more relaxed posture, The awkward air in the room dissolving just a little bit.

"Kokushibo.. What an interesting name" She said, Letting the name roll on her tounge. She stopped tuning her koto and thought for a moment, Pondering over the spelling

"I believe the kanji for that can mean 'Black Death'. If I am correct." She asked. The reason why a mother would name their child such a macabre title eluded her.

Kokushibo simply nodded.

"And yours is.. [F/N]. Yes?" He spoke. His voice was gravelly and deep that held a commanding undertone that made a shiver run down [F/N]'s back.

Stilling her form she nodded.

"While I do not understand the kanji.. Of your first name. I do believe your last name can mean.. 'Poetic Voice'" He said.

[F/N]'s brows raised. Her last name, Kotone. Did in fact mean those exact words. However that wasn't the thing that surprised her so much.

"How did you know my last name" She asked, Tilting her head to the man. Who sat in silence for a second.

"Your chaperone woman.. Mentioned it on the walk here." He said. [F/N] internally groaned. Of course the old woman had told him on the walk up here. She was always so talkative to the high-paying customers, It was her strategy. She'd talk to them about anything and everything relating the courtesan the customer had bought out, All to try and make the customer feel attached so they'd come back for more.

But something else seemed to click. Even if Haruka had mentioned her last name how could he have known the exact kanji spelling of her name. Was it a good guess or something more? Sensing the look on [F/N]'s face, Kokushibo piped up.

"If I may be honest.. I have been.. Infatuated with you, Your voice, for a long while now.. I learned the spelling from asking around.. I apologise." He explained. His head tilted down, His kama following the movement. Was he shameful?

No. He was shy. [F/N] felt a cordial smile creep up on her face, It explained a lot. His silence earlier wasn't due to any negative emotion or disturbing pathology but instead just a bout of stage fright.

"I see. I suppose you've been told of my talents from asking, too." She decided go along in a playful voice, The one she'd usually harness to tend to customers. Despite how much she felt uneasy using it, It did bring about tips.

"Yes.. In fact, It is the entire reason.. I have decided to come here in the first place." Kokushibo remarked. His hands previously positioned on his knees moved up to the tea-set placed on the table separating the two and poured himself a cup.

"I want you to play.. A piece on your koto for me." He said, Bringing the tea up to his mouth still cloaked by his hat. And took a sip. [F/N] nodded.

"Anything specific you want me to play?" She asked. Moving the koto in front of her body she finished the tuning process and rested a hand on the strings.

"One where.. I can hear your voice. One where you can sing." His voice contained a low tone of wonder, Seemingly reminiscing on a thought.

"Alright then.. Let's see here." [F/N] trailed off, Her mind wandered to her catalogue of songs. Trying to pick out one that she thought the man would enjoy.

Neurons connected. She'd gotten it.

Her carefully manicured hand ran over the spindly strings of her koto, Sounding out the first few delicate notes of her symphony. The strings resonated against the neat and polished birch wood of the koto. A rhythm started to form.

Kokushibo's shoulders seemed to relax at the soft tune, While she could not see his face she could tell he was entranced.

Her lips opened to annunciate the first lyrics to her malady, As soon as she did Kokushibo's relaxed figure stiffened up. The grip on his teacup tightened, He took a shaky breath.

The lyrics flowed out of her like running water, The chords on her koto harmonised with her heavenly voice and the music ruminated throughout the room and echoed from the wooden walls. Drowning out the noise of the street below them and replacing it with concentrated vocal artistry as she sung out the words.

"Well hello world, Wouldn't you know. Your nails were yellow and mine a miracle blue.." The first lyric to the chorus was announced and Kokushibo seemed to melt. Her voice sounded like a morning cardinals call, Like Benzaiten's being had graced her vocal chords in that single moment.

She seemed lost in her music, Too. Her eyes were closed and her body focused on moving along to the beat of the strings. A small smile lit up on her face as she went along.

"If you knew what I knew, You would too.." The final note on her koto rung out through the room, The song ending. It was such a short song, But as both [F/N] and Kokushibo were in drawn into the iron grip of the rhythm it had felt like an eternity.

[F/N] inhaled deeply for air, Her shoulders retracting. She set down her koto beside her with care.

"A beautiful song.. It is one of my favourites. I hope it was up to your standards, sir?" She asked, A playful tone masking her genuine and sincere question.

Kokushibo in turn put down his half-drunken cup onto the table. "It was.. The most beautiful song I've ever heard .." He proclaimed, His voice was ripe with wonder and awe which made [F/N] take in a deep breath, Taking in all of his praise she smiled wider.

"I am glad you liked it sir. Please, Would you like me to do anything else for you?" [F/N] offered. She went to the tea-set in front of them both and picked up the kettle.

"No.. But. I would wish to ask a question. If that is alright with you." He responded.

[F/N] gestured for him to continue on.

"Completely alright with me." She confirmed. She poured herself her own blend: Sakurayu. She filled the cup up with steaming water and mixed the little flower petals around.

Just as she brought the sweet smelling liquid up to her mouth he answered her.

"How much exactly.. Does your marriage contract cost?"

[F/N] choked on her tea.

The question had came out of left field making the tea she had just made burn her throat. She coughed and covered her mouth, Preventing any loose drops spilling out from her lips.

Kokushibo passed over a tissue, To which she gratefully accepted.

Once [F/N] finally churned out the last bit of tea out of her system she wiped her mouth. Careful to reserve her lipstick.

"T-That was a rather blunt way of asking." [F/N] said, Her throat still hoarse.

"I apologise.." He said. However his voice remained monotone, Sending mixed signals back to her.

"No, No. It's fine. In fact, I feel flattered that you would ask about that." She started, A nervous smile appearing on her face.

"But unfortunately my contract was bought out by another samurai only a day ago. I do apologise, If you were intending to buy." She explained, Her voice apologetic as she bowed her head lightly.

Kokushibo froze up.

His previously relaxed shoulders and lain hands both seemed to stiffen up. The warm look he used to gaze at [F/N] seemed to return to that hot, Boiling stare. The one from the festival, The one from before. Noticing the glare she had regressed to how she'd been at the start as well: Awkward and uncomfortable.

"I'm so sorry sir." She blurted out.

Kokushibo's kama lowered down to follow the movement of his head. He was quiet, Silent.

"Would you like me to play another song for you?" She asked. Trying to destroy the buildup of uneasy air.

Kokushibo shook his head, Making [F/N] feel just a little nervous down by his response.

"No.. I do believe.. That I have heard enough." He said. For some reason the way he said it made [F/N]'s lip twitch, But shook it off when Kokushibo got up from sitting down.

She followed him up, Fixing her kimono and her hair-do she bowed down to him in respect. A polite gesture to thank him for his civilised behaviour.

She figured that his session with her had decidedly ended, That was good. While she did enjoy his company and the song she sung for him it didn't change that fact that she was exhausted.

"Alright then. Please, Let me get the door for you." [F/N] said. Passing by the man she moved over to the decorated shoji doors and grabbed the handle. Sliding it open she went to-

SMACK!

[F/N]'s body fell to the floor, Her knees hit the tatami mat followed by her head which got hit off the wooden doorframe.

The hilt of Kokushibo's sword moved so fast that [F/N] couldn't even sense it crashing into the back of her skull, Leaving her dazed and barely conscious on the wooden floorboards. She was confused, Dizzy and completely unaware of what was going on, All she knew was the feeling of her fight or flight instinct kicking in.

She whined in pain. Her arms weakly extending out to try and get up, To get away, To run from the opposing danger looming over her. To survive.

But it proved futile as Kokushibo leaned down to pick up her seemingly weightless body into his arms.

She tried to scream, To yell and call out for any other courtesan in the area. Anyone who might hear. But it only came out as babbles of incoherent language as her assailant flung her over his shoulder with an inhuman strength.

"Please, Sir.. Why… What are you.. What are you doing?!" She groaned, Her vision cloudy and her head the raging storm that throbbed painfully in the place of impact. Kokushibo only let out a low hiss through his teeth.

"Quiet!" He spat. His previously shy behaviour now broken and replaced with an aggressive demeanour. His presence now dangerous and coupled with the vicious tone in voice made [F/N] shake.

"Please.. I.." She whispered as he carried her over his shoulder and made his way to the open balcony doors. She pushed at his chest, Kicked, Flailed about in his grasp all to try and get him off of her. But it didn't work, He never budged or even moved in the slightest. Only squeeze her tighter and tighter as a warning.

He had made his way out onto the balcony porch. Looking out over the sea of buildings and crowded life flowing up from the city below he walked over and put a single, Sandal-clad foot onto the balcony railway.

[F/N]'s eyes expanded in horror in realisation of what he was doing. She wailed out into the cold night air as Kokushibo put his final foot on the railing, Effectively balancing on the thin wood.

His figure wobbled on the railings, They dangled over the street below which was filled with people making their way around, If she fell it would be at least 90ft drop. She wouldn't survive that height.

[F/N] at this point was sobbing, Kokushibo's grip may have been strong but as she was faced with the height of the tower she felt like she would slip any moment, Fall the entire distance and hit the street with a loud crack.

She cried out.

"P-Please! Somebody! Help me!" She screamed out into the crowd below, Her voice cracking as it went.

"Quiet. NOW!" Kokushibo growled like a feral animal, She cried out at his tone

The feet on the banister spread out and his knees crouched down. [F/N] realised what he was doing and tried harder and harder to push away from his grip.

She yelled louder and louder at the people below. Screaming for help but it was useless. They were too high up for anyone to hear them.

And then, He jumped.

Going through the air at unnatural speeds her hair lashed all over her face like whips. The wind ran through them both as they went. She realised this was it, She was going to die. She closed her eyes tight in anticipation of the fall but-

The wind died down. [F/N]'s hair fell over her face.

Kokushibo stood strong on the tiled roof of the building adjacent from the courtesan house, His ponytail waved in the light breeze that now accompanied the two. He was unfazed.

"Wha.. What?" [F/N] choked out. The height even from the courtesan house to here was enough to severely injure someone, Yet he came out without a single scratch. She looked back at him.

She yelled at the sight of him, Finally breaking out of her dizzy stupor. His face. His bloody face had six eyes. Six eyes, Six. They were all red and strained, His pupils were golden and glowing. He wasn't human, He was a demon, An oni. And he was kidnapping her.

"No.. No no no no!" She wailed out, Her eyes were fixed onto his. She couldn't look away, Looking into his eyes was like looking out into a terrible accident. Blood, Guts and broken bones, It was horrible yet she could never bring her eyes away.

Her previous yells for help amped up into a panic attack as she struggled in his grasp. Punching, Kicking doing anything to escape.

Kokushibo made a noise in his throat speaking agitation and anger.

Bringing a single, Clawed hand up to the back of her neck he lunged it forward. Pinching a nerve point [F/N]'s entire body stopped moving.. Then went limp on his shoulder.

Her eyelids failed to lift, They were too heavy. Everything seemed to stop in time and nothing mattered anymore.

She faded into the dark haze. Going unconscious on the shoulder of the demon kidnapping her.

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The pot bubbled hanging over the fire. It crackled every now and then, Spitting up drops of water that fell down around it.

Outside the moon hung over the lush roseate forest, Only clothed by the young build of clouds forming in the sky.

Moonlight illuminated the rustling branches of the trees, They danced in the wind letting a few petals stray from their grasp and fall onto the overgrown grasslands that surrounded the family home on the hill.

Despite the cold air of the night the house was warm and lit up with life. The house was filled with noise of cooking. The pot boiling, The sound of knife on cutting board and the spark of fire all mixed together to create a lively atmosphere. The kitchen especially.

Inside, A man was currently facing the kitchen counter chopping vegetables with precision. [F/N] sat beside him on the counter swinging her legs back in forth. She huffed.

"Papa I'm booooooored.." She whined, Puffing up her cheeks she looked at her father.

"I know, Sweetheart. But you've got to be patient. After you've had your dinner your mother can take you outside, Alright?" Her father said, A soft smile coming across his face, He shook his head at his daughters antics and focused his attention back to the vegetables.

"But papaaaaaa I wanna do something now.." [F/N] groaned folding her arms with a dramatic flair.

Her father chuckled lightly. He paused his movements for a moment and set down the knife he was holding. Picking up a couple of onions he held them out to her.

"Well if you really want to do something, Then how about you peel these onions for me?" He said.

"That's not what I meant, I don't want to peel onions!" [F/N] groaned. Her father only responded in kind, Setting down the pair of onions beside her.

"Alright then! If you don't want to then I won't force you." He smiled knowingly, Turning back to his knife and veg.

As he continued cutting [F/N] kept eyeing the onions beside her, She tried to drag her eyes away from the pair but eventually the boredom took over. With a dramatic sigh she picked up the pair of onions and got to work.

"I thought you didn't want to peel the onions, [F/N]." Her father teased, The smile on his face victorious.

[F/N] just hummed.

"Making cooking go faster so I can go outside quicker!" She explained, Her tone suggests that her father should of already known this, While he did. [F/N] didn't notice.

"Now who wants to go outside?"

[F/N]'s head snapped around to the source of the new voice, It was her mother.

Stepping out from another room in the house her mother appeared with a sweet smile on her face. She carried a basket full of laundry in her arms and balanced it as she walked out into the kitchen.

"Mum! Mum!" [F/N] giggled, Raising one hand to wave wildly at her mother as she came over to set down the laundry basket.

Picking [F/N] up she raised her daughter up high, To whom only laughed harder in her grasp.

"Now what are you doing on the countertop, Sweetheart?" Her mother teased.

"She's helping me make dinner, Aren't you [F/N]?" Her father said.

"Really? Are you helping your father to make dinner?" Her mother smiled.

[F/N] grinned back at her mother.

"Yeah! I'm peeling the onions, See!" [F/N] exclaimed, Pointing down at the half-peeled onions with a proud expression. Her mother gasped.

"Oh, Wow! You've done such a good job!" Her mother said back. She brought her daughter down back onto the countertop. Turning to her husband she gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"How's dinner going?" She asked, A short smile appearing on her face.

"Just about done with the vegetables. The pot seems ready so all I need to do is get the bay leaves." Her father responded. Copying his wife's smile.

"Bay leaves.. Are you sure we stocked up on those?" Her mother asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Erm.. Yeah, I went out to the village and bought some last week, Remember?" Her father said. Her mothers expression turned into a look of doubt.

"Really? I thought you went out for those vegetables and rice. No offense but you do know how bad your memory is right, Kyuusei?" Her mother answered.

"Yeah! It was the veg!" [F/N] confirmed, Swinging her legs on the counter.

Kyuusei finished chopping the vegetables and stood still, Trying to recollect his memories.

"I.. I'd need to go check to make sure." Kyuusei said. Setting down his knife on the counter he was about to go and check before being stopped by his wife putting a hand on his shoulder.

"No, No. It's fine. I'll go check up on the bay leaves and you just focus on boiling the veg, Okay?" She told him, A reassuring smile on her face.

Kyuusei nodded.

"Thanks, Seishi." Her father said.

"No problem. Just make sure not to overcook the veg this time." Seishi teased with a grin. Kyuusei rolled his eyes and promised not to, Concealing the copied grin on his face.

As his wife walked off towards the door she previously came out of. Kyuusei collected the chopping board in his hands and moved over the steaming pot.

Readying his knife he loomed over the pot, Scraping the freshly cut vegetables into the boiling water they hit the surface with a splash.

The ripple created little droplets of water that flew up from the impact with a rather big one going up and hitting Kyuusei's bare skin.

He yelped and dropped the chopping board in his hands, Letting the unscraped vegetables scatter onto the floor with him following quickly behind. [F/N] yelled out and jumped down from the counter, Running over to her father.

"Dad? Dad! Are you alright? What's wrong?" [F/N] cried, Latching onto his wrist.

"Argh..!" Her father seethed, Looking down at the place where the water burned. The space had already started to create colour contrast and it stung badly.

The shoji door slid open and out rushed Seishi, Alerted by her husbands yelp and tightly clutching a few clovers in her hands. She gasped, Ignoring the spilled vegetables she stepped on she and hurried over to her husbands side.

"Kyuusei! Dear, Are you alright?" She worried and grabbed his burnt hand to examine the damage. Kyuusei nodded

"I-I'm fine.. Ah. It's just-" Kyuusei gestured vaguely to the floor below him "Dinner is ruined, The stuff in the pot isn't enough for all of us and we don't have anything left in the house. What are we gonna do?" He sighed.

Seishi pondered, Her eyes wandering away as she tried to work up an idea. Out of nowhere she snapped her fingers brining both her husband and daughters attention to her.

"The rice! You bought rice last week, Right?" Seishi exclaimed.

Her father slowly nodded, Getting the idea.

"Yes! Right, I left the bag in the shed down the hill. I'll go get it, Do we have enough Bay leaves? We can use that in the rice." He asked.

"No, I'll go down to get the rice. I haven't counted the bay leaves so you can stay here and do that" Seishi replied.

"Really? I can go get the rice no problem, Are you sure?" Kyuusei asked.

"I'm sure. Plus, You should make sure that hand's okay." Her mother smiled, Rubbing circles into her husbands hand. Kyuusei smiled, His other hand going over to rest on his wife's.

"I wish I had your quick thinking, Seishi. I really do." He muttered.

"And I wish I had your rice cooking skills." Seishi responded. Her eyes glinted like the stars outside, Capturing her husbands gaze into them.

He cupped her cheek and pressed his lips up to hers. A short, sweet kiss that's warmth lingered on the lips when he pulled away to beam down at her.

"Thank you, Dear." He said. Their faces still rather close, So much so that their foreheads touched.

"It's no problem." She chuckled. And with that she moved away and over to the front door.

[F/N], Who spaced out the entirety of her parents interaction, Finally clocked back into reality when her mother started turning the doorknob.

"Mum! Where are you going?" [F/N] called out, Tugging on her mothers sakura-woven kimono.

Seishi looked down to her daughter, Her hand still on the doorknob she kneeled down to her daughters level and rested her other hand on her head.

"Just going out to get some more rice for dinner, Alright? I won't be too long." Seishi said, Lightly brushing back loose strings of [F/N]'s hair.

"Can I come with you..?" [F/N] pouted, Trying to produce the best puppy dog eyes she could muster.

"I think it would be better if you stayed here.. After all" Her mothers tone grew into a whisper between them

"Your dad will need a lot of help, His hand hurts a lot and I think your gonna need to take care of him." Her mother muttered, Raising her hand as a barrier so it was only between them.

"Really?" [F/N] said.

"Really. You better promise to take care of him alright?" She said. Raising a single pinky finger up to her daughter, Beckoning her to take it.

Slowly, [F/N] raised her own pinky finger up to her mothers and wrapped it around her mothers larger one.

"Alright.." [F/N] spoke, A hint of disappointment still lacing her voice as her mother got up from kneeling down.

"Be back soon!" Seishi called out to Kyuusei who shouted back a goodbye from another room. Opening the door she stepped out into the night.

"Bye mum!" [F/N] said. Just as the door closed tight.

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[F/N]'s body felt limp.

The room she lay in smelled old, Reminiscent of dust filled air and a strange pungent smell of iron. She couldn't hear much, Only the settling of wood and insects occasionally buzzing around her at times.

She couldn't move her body. Everything from her head to her toes felt like it was too relaxed to get up. This extended to her eyelids as well as they felt like weights were hanging from her eyelashes, Tugging them closed every time she tried to open them up.

Her mind felt dazed too, A dull and throbbing pain pulsating through the back of her skull. She could barely render anything around her as she could only fixate on her overrelaxed body.

She tried wiggling her fingers first. A few small twitches going into the fingertips, It was a start.

From her fingertips it went to into her hands, Then her feet then her lower legs. All until she could move freely with only a leftover feeling akin to a sleeping leg.

Finally wrenching her eyes open she blinked a few times to try rub the feeling off and stared up towards the ceiling, Though hard to see in the darkness.

Her previously weighted eyelids shot open, A shock ran through her body. Where was she?

She felt around with her hands, She seemed to be laying on top of a futon

Panic coursed through her system along with the events that occurred some amount of time ago. How long has she been out?

Despite her breaking out of her bodies numb state the hangover feeling was still present and in full affect.

Bringing her shoulder back she tried to swing her body round onto its side. Failing the first few tries she landed straight back to where she was.

She breathed in and out to try and calm herself. Turning to the other side of the futon facing the wall she built up momentum, And in one swift move her body swung over onto its side to face the rest of the room.

She smirked triumphantly and finally let her gaze survey her surroundings.

The room she was in a long rectangle shape. It was old, Definetly, The cobwebs and dust particles proved the fact. Despite not being able to see well in the very dim lighting in the room [F/N] could see It was rather empty as well.

Housing only a rickety closet with doors barely hanging on its hinges, A dresser covered in dust with a couple of the drawers missing. There was also a rather ancient rug stretching the entire length of the room that seemed to have patterns on it which faded over time. As well as the strange lump laying on the far end of the ru-

Oh god..

Oh good god..

She screamed

[F/N] felt bile rise in her throat. Rising so high that her high pitched scream turned into choking and gagging noises until she finally keeled over and belched out the vomit onto the wooden floorboards, Sputtering and spitting out the rest.

She let out a loud wail. She stared wide eyed at the scene, At the mass of which she previously thought was a lump.

A human corpse or what remained of it lay scattered on top of the blood-stained carpet. It was mangled, From the limbs to the torso to the spilled innards it was mangled.

Limbs lay tossed around the dismembered torso, Barely holding on by the stringy tendons keeping them hanging from the ligaments.

The bits of flesh still kept on the bone seemed to have chunks ripped out of them, Torn off roughly from their structure. The mans organs and intestines were lain out like a buffet platter, Neatly ordered from largest to smallest in front of him.

And the head, Good god, The head. It sat facing her, Eyes bulging out of their sockets and dark pupils staring right at her, Bloodshot and strained. She stared back, Eyes almost as wide as his.

The worst part? She recognised him. It was the man who bought out her marriage contract, She had only met him once but it was him.

His heart was lodged into his mouth, Stuffed right down his throat and stretching his jaw so wide it creating a permanent look of horror on his visage. Maggots and flies had already started to infest his remains, Attracted to the corpse like worms to rain.

[F/N] screamed, Yelled and cried with her throat still suffering from the burn the vomit made.

She burrowed herself into the corner of her futon, Desperately trying to get away from the unspeakable horror laying only a few feet away from her. She pushed herself further and further into the corner, She buried her hands into her face trying to get the sight out a she flailed around.

Her mind was already racing with questions: How did this happen? Why was she here? Why is this happening to her? The questions were the roadblock her train of thought crashed into and the mangled body was the wreck she couldn't look away from.

She was so preoccupied that she never noticed the overshadowing presence grab onto her wrist and pry her hands away from her face. She looked up, It was him. All six eyes glaring down at her.

She yelled, Tears shot out of her face and she tried to get away. She kicked and struggled in his iron tight hold as she tried her best to push him off of him.

"Stop.. Struggling!" He hissed, Trying to wrangle her into being still. It proved no use however, No matter how hard he tried to sheperd her into a docile state she was inconsolable. Her cries were broken only by hiccups and his presence just made her heartrate skyrocket.

"I SAID STOP!" He hollered. Baring his shark-like canines at her she didn't need to realise how the chunks got ripped off her never-to be husbands corpse. Her choked sobs dissolved down into coughs and quiet cries of agony.

"P-Please.. I.. I.. Don't kill me please! I-I don't wanna die.. Please just bring me back to the courtesan house.. I-I need to go back there.. You don't understand I need.. I need to go back.." She bawled.

Kokushibo's nose twitched at her words.

"Silly girl.. I have no intention of killing you." He growled like a feral animal, His previously commanding voice progressing into a primal sort of wild grumble resonating deep within his throat.

[F/N] shook her head in a rapid movement, Confusion mixing into her previous terror.

"T-Then why.. Why am I alive.. I-I don't.. I don't understand.." She babbled. Her fingers digging into her scalp harder she tugged on her hair.

"If you haven't.. Figured it out by now then.. Let me clear the fog for you.." He muttered. His face moved closer to [F/N]'s who tried backing away further into the corner, However she was stopped when his hand lunged to the back of her head and forced it closer to his. So close that their foreheads touched.

"From now on.. You are to be my bride.. My wife." He proclaimed in the faintest of whispers. All six of his eyes focused on hers of which spoke terrified confusion.

"Y-You want me to be your wife?!" She spoke with a tone wobbling in pitch. She didn't understand, She couldn't understand.

His nose twitched again, His expression unreadable.

"Yes.. My wife." Kokushibo confirmed with a slight nod of his head, Finally pulling away from her terrified visage.

"W-Why me.. Why me of all people?!" She whimpered. Her head lightly shaking back in forth, A futile effort to cope.

"Ever since that day I heard you.. All those months ago when I heard that voice.. That beautiful voice hum such a beautiful malady.. I couldn't get enough.." He seemed to stop in place, His vision seemed far off. Gazing into a far away memory to reminisce.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing, He was following her for months. She had no idea, How could she not know he was stalking her? She was terrified.

Her mind seemed to be scrambled and misplaced like an unsolved puzzle. She felt one of the pieces of the puzzle in her throat, Taking only a very small peek towards the cadaver, She tried to put it down.

"T-Then what about.. H-Him.." She pointed a shaky finger at the rotting corpse behind him.

"Y-You didn't need to.. Kill.. Him. You could of just took me.. Why..?" She asked.

He didn't even look back at him, As if the mangled body was absolutely nothing to fret over. Instead his face seemed to grow dark and angry.

"It is a great dishonour.. For man to steal another's wife.. It is only right what he got." He hissed, A great venom running throughout his voice when he spoke about him and it terrified her. [F/N]'s form shook at his towering form overlooking her. Despite it all a rush of hubris ran through her, Only a small bit.

"I.. I am not your wife." [F/N] whispered so very quietly, But it was enough.

His nose twitched for a third and final time.

"Repeat that..?" He uttered.

"I-I am not your wi-"

He grabbed her by the jaw and roughly pulled her up to his level, Effectively cutting off her speech and fizzling out what confidence she had before and turning it into absolute terror.

"If the corpse of that vile man lying by your bedside.. Isn't warning enough. Then I'll tell you one thing.." He slowly moved his clawed hand from her collarbone, Slowly up to her throat. Pressing it in only enough to draw a single drop of red onto his fingertips. [F/N]'s breath grew heavier as her eyes went fixed onto the clawed nail, Begging not for any further pressure.

"You watch your tongue around me.. Or I won't hesitate to cut it out" He whispered.

Letting go of [F/N]'s jaw she fell back onto the futon and let out the biggest breath she didn't know she was holding. She shook in place, The words looped inside her head and ingrained themselves deep within her.

He brought his hand up to his mouth, The one he threatened her with. He lolled his tongue out of his mouth and licked the blood off his finger. [F/N] gagged at the sight.

"It seems that you need.. To be told of how things will work around here.." He said so stoic, As if he didn't threaten his captive only moments ago. [F/N] frantically nodded, Grabbing her throat to try and examine the damage.

"As my wife I expect you to follow the rules.. I set for you, So listen well.." He said, Beginning to slowly pace to and fro from one end of the futon to the other. [F/N] watched in scared anticipation, Intently watching for his next action. He stopped pacing and held up a single finger up to her.

"Rule number one.. You will perform your duties as my housewife. Cleaning the house.. Doing the dishes.. Be there to greet me at the door.. Along with polishing my swords. And if you even think about trying to use them to escape then.." He relaxed his free hand on his sheathed sword hilt. She didn't even need to know what he would say next, She got the message.

"Rule number two.. Every night before I come back from my.. Job. You will cook the meat that is left for you in the kitchen. Do not add anything to it.. Spices, Salts, Herbs.. Nothing." He emphasised the last point, Raising a second finger. Confusion spiralled in with her terror. Put nothing in it? She had no time to dwell on it however as he raised a third and final finger.

"Rule number three.. You are not allowed to leave this house… Though at night I will permit you to enter the garden.. Only at night. Once the sun comes up you must return inside immediately.." He finished. Lowering his fingers his eyes started to roam over her form.

"Do you understand me?" He asked.

[F/N] tried to steady herself on the mattress and steel her face.

Wiping the sweat off her face she nodded.

"Y-Yes.. I do." She replied.

Kokushibo hummed with a deep reverberation in his throat. When it stopped they were left in silence, Staring back at one and other with a wide split of emotions. The quiet was deafening between them.

And with that, Kokushibo turned away.

He walked towards the closed old door at the far end of the room, Walking with near silence. [F/N] felt her heartrate pickup, She called out.

"W-WAIT!.." She cried out.

Kokushibo held the doorknob in his hands. Although he stopped at [F/N]'s plea he faced the doorway and didn't look back at her. She sniffled.

"What about… him..?" She breathed, Only a touch higher than a whisper. The body of her dead fiance lay rotting still on the floor.

Kokushibo finally turned his head around to her, Only so all she could barely see was his left set of eyes staring her dead on.

"Rule number one.. Start cleaning.."

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The meat sizzled on the pan. The bloody raw juices burnt along with it, Creating an earthy aroma that filled the small kitchen it cooked it.

[F/N] sat crouched in front of the fire the pan hung from,

Occasionally poking and prodding at the meat with a stick to make sure it came out tender enough.

The professionally done makeup she had adorned before had degraded into smudged lips, Pudgy foundation and poorly done eyeliner. Not to mention her hair which looked like a wild animal got into it, Went berserk and was proceeded to be tied back up into an Oiran's usual up do.

Her charming personality couldn't save her appearance either. Her eyes that use to hold an enticing sparkle had dimmed into a dull gaze, All weighed down by the deep bags under her them from crying late at night. Her beautiful smile that could stun anyone was long gone and replaced by a permanent frown.

Since she had been swept away to her prison, It had been about two.. three.. Maybe four weeks? She couldn't remember, She had lost track after the first and after that it all had blurred into one, Hellish nightmare.

Even then she couldn't remember much of the first week, Not the first half anyways. She remembered the rules of course, And the awful man charading as her husband but everything that came after seemed to be a blur, After that all she knew was the red stain on the bedroom carpet that seemed to appear all of a sudden, How it got there was a mystery to her.

The second half of the first week was much more clear to her. It consisted entirely of a "Settlement Period" as that monster had put it. Do the dishes.. Greet him when he comes home, God save her if she didn't greet him.

One night she had completely forgotten to do so. She was so tired that night from all the cooking and cleaning that she didn't even notice him come home. He became unbelievably furious at her and had locked her in the bedroom closet for a good amount of hours. He didn't let her out no matter how loud her wails and screams became.

Before the settlement period ended he was much more distant, Per se. He kept away from her, Didn't speak much. As long as she did the rules set out for her he didn't interact with her at all. But he did stare.

Anywhere she went when he was home she could feel his eyes on her, That hot glare could melt ice with its intensity. It only served her to be more scared of him, To fear his next move, To flinch whenever he did.

After the period had ended however is when he started to get closer. He'd force her to lay with him at night in the same bed, Nothing came of it but the absolute inconsolable fear that resonated from within her every time he dragged her to their shared futon every time the sun came up was absolutely nauseating.

That was another thing, He goes out at the first show of the moon and comes home just before the wake of dawn. You figured it was a demon thing, It probably was. But this small little fact changed her sleep schedule to make her nocturnal, Which annoyed her greatly.

He'd start to try make light conversation if you could call it that, It was more of him asking questions such as 'What did you do today'. To which she had no answer, She was kidnapped. She had spent the entire day doing what he had forced her to do. However the only thing she could say to appease him was "Nothing much honey? What about you" while they sat over the meat she slaved away at.

The meat, She didn't want to think about the meat. She had no idea where it came from, Just that it restocked when she fell asleep.

When they ate together, When he forced her to she couldn't quite place the taste of it. It wasn't like anything she had tasted before and the closest thing she could place it to was pork, However seemed to be more sweeter and a just a little more stronger than any pork she's had before.

She didn't want to know what kind of meat it was, She didn't want to ask. It was probably better that way.

All she focused on was cooking it, Making sure that it turned the golden brown it was suppose to be.

To cook it she was given a simple pan and a few pieces of wood to make friction with. She wasn't allowed anything sharp so she had resorted to bamboo sticks and her bare hands to cut and prepare it.

The kitchen wasn't much help either. When she finally brought up the courage to venture into rooms other than the bedroom she discovered the absolute abandonment the rest of the house was in.

Like the bedroom which was bad enough the kitchen was horrendous. The wooden floorboards and structure were rotting. Cobwebs were infesting every little crook and cranny of the kitchen, So much so that it looked like clumps of yarn had been stuffed into them. Not to mention the tiny web landlords she found in them that she had to chase away with rocks.

She had to slave away day and night to even make it somewhat hygienic to cook in.

Apart from the kitchen she hadn't dared to go into any other room in the house. She didn't want to think about what was in there if the kitchen was this bad. The only rooms she went in and out of was the bedroom, Kitchen and bathroom.

Apart from that she hadn't explored any other room, Luckily enough it seemed like her captor didn't care if she didn't clean the other rooms. As long as the kitchen, Bedroom and bathroom were clean he didn't say a word about it.

But there was another area she loved to explore.

Outside of the house, When she was permitted she would enter the garden. While it was unkempt like the rest of the house with flowers and rye grass growing wild, [F/N] thought that gave it charm.

There were a good few amount of large tree's casting shade around the small field the garden covered with lush green leaves covering them. Unfortunately she couldn't escape as the gardens were fenced off by large walls covered head to toe in a rather severe form of poison ivy, If she tried to climb them she'd be writhing on the ground in seconds.

The flowers were vividly coloured and bloomed in a wide spectrum. They radiated such a beautiful fragrance, With her favourites being the pink ones as they reminded her of her beloved sakura blossom.

But despite the beautiful aroma coming from them it just didn't have the same smell of her cherry blossoms, Leaving the lovely smell bittersweet instead. Besides, The tree's in the garden just weren't the type to produce the blooms.

She'd find a way to escape. When she does she'll find her way back home, Back to him.

A loud sizzle of the meat on the pan snapped [F/N] out of her reflection.

The meat had turned into a rich brown, Signalling it's medium rare condition. [F/N] groaned and wiped the sweat off her brow that built up while she daydreamed.

Slowly poking the meat over the side of the pan she pushed it over onto a plate to collect it. Scraping the last bits of the slabs off onto the plate she got up from her perched position on the floor while stretching her aching legs.

Wobbling in place she moved over to the old kitchen countertop and set the meat down to cool off. She sighed and leaned back onto the counter beside it.

She realised she'd started cooking the meat too early as the moon outside usually rung of the time her captor got home. This gave her time to herself.

For a normal person this would be a good thing, However to [F/N] it just meant more time for her and her thoughts. She didn't want to think anymore about her situation as it would just make her overthink more. She needed something to do.

Looking around the small main room for an opportunity she came up barren. She recalled all the books Kokushibo had occasionally brought back for her, She had read them all at least fifty times over and had basically memorised every word so she supposed that was a no go.

Clean the house again? Both the kitchen and the house were both as spotless as an abandoned house could get, There would be nothing to clean. Though, The other rooms in the house were abandoned and unexplored, Bound to have some dust in there.

She didn't even like cleaning, Not in the slightest. Though she figured her situation had brought on new hobbies despite how depressing of a hobby cleaning is.

Though as she looked at the door she recalled back to all of the disturbing traits of her imprisonment: The mystery meat, The carpet stain, The infestations. Who know if these are the only the things she found in three rooms then the rest of the house must host only the Gods knows.

She eyed the door as if she was a rabbit to a wolf. Slowly, She shuffled over to the shoji door. The inside birch handle seemed to resemble a open maw to her. The scolded herself in her mind.

It was just a door, It was just a room. Why are you afraid of entering a dusty old room? You shouldn't be feeling like this, It's totally irrational [F/N]. Pull yourself together.

She exhaled, She knew she was right. It was just a room. She never had this problem before, Maybe her kidnapping has shook her up more than she realised. Go in, You might even find something that could help you escape. Just rip the bandage off.

Steeling herself with the hope of escape she grabbed the open maw handle she roughly pushed it open. Instantly she was met with a dust cloud that made her cough and cover her mouth with her kimono sleeve as she desperately tried to waft the air away with her hand.

When the cloud finally settled she lifted her head up to peek inside the room.

Peering around the corner she looked inside to see a storage room of sorts, Or at least that's what it looked like.

The inside dimensions was of a rectangular shape with a high ceiling. Like the rest of the rooms it was completely covered in dust and cobwebs, [F/N] could also see the scuttling of tiny bugs running around the floor to which she squirmed.

There was a large table in the middle of the room, On top of it sat pots and pots of dead old plants of a wide variety, [F/N] wasn't surprised, With the large biodiversity of the garden outside she should of known the previous owner of this place had a green thumb.

On the far side of the wall was three storage cabinets, They were built with 'Swing open doors' and luckily had no locks on them. Noticing this [F/N]'s curiosity was piqued, The possibility of escape tools was tantalizing.

She took a few steps into the room, Deeming it not to be of any danger. Looking left and right to confirm this she tiptoed over to the storage cabinets and reached the first one.

She ran her fingers over one of the hinged doors, Collecting a layer of dust while she searched for the handle. Finding the rise on the surface she gripped onto it and turned. Swinging the door open she peered inside to see the contents.

Inside there were several glass jars, All of them were of different sizes and shapes but in the end they all contained lots of kinds of herbs and spices, All of which were strangely still fresh.

Grabbing a few of the jars she examined them. The bottle's necks had a thin tag attached to them.

Paprika, Bay leaves, Cinnamon, Oregano, Brahmi, Tumeric, Nutmeg, Pepper.

All of which she recognised. While none of the contents appeared to be of any use to her escape plot they did give her something to use with the meat, Though Kokushibo didn't want any in his it didn't mean she couldn't season hers at all.

She slid the containers back into their cabinet and closed the door. Feeling somewhat satisfied with her finds she moved onto the next one.

Opening it up she looked inside to find.. Little colourful pouches. The pouches were scattered within the cabinet. They were a wide range of colours from blue to pink, They were there. All of them had little floral patterns sowed into them with care.

[F/N] raised an eyebrow. The pouches were just laying there without any holder like the spices, No nametag either. She also doubted they would actually have anything in there that would assist in her get away.

But she couldn't be lazy, She needed to check.

Collecting the pouches she scooped them up into her palms and brought them to her chest. Surveying their condition and rubbing a few of their contents through her fingers she found they all contained different textures. Finally deciding to check them she pried open the mouth of them and examined the contents.

And there were.. Seeds.

The outside colour of pouch she had opened was yellow and the insides were sunflower seeds.

[F/N] hummed, Only mildly surprised. She continued on to the other ones.

Blue? Ocean lilies. Red? Roses. Black? Dahlia's. Each of the small pouches had a colour corresponding to their contents. She put the opened ones back inside the cabinet and sieved through the rest.

Putting away orchids and tiger lilies she finally reached the final pouch.

It was a baby pink with silver threads adorning it. Testing its weight, She tossed it up into the air and it landed back with a light thud into her hand. It wasn't unlike the others, Not at all.

Pulling open the string around its neck she opened up.

Inside of the little pink pouch were seeds. Big and round, Resembling something like a walnut. There were a total of four in there.

Her eyes expanded to that of saucers. Her jaw went slack open. She recognised them, How could she not? They were cherry blossom seeds, Yoshino to be exact.

She felt her heartrate rise up in her chest, A pounding sensation filling her entire body. She felt as if an exfoliating light was rising up from her palms, A glimmering hope in the darkest days of her life, All radiating from inside the sack in her palms.

[F/N] squealed at the sight and couldn't help but rapidly stomp her foot being unable to contain her excitement.

She swiftly clawed out one of the little nut-like seeds and felt in around in her hands. A burst of giggles erupted from her and she spun around in place at the sight of it. Without any thought she knew what she had to do.

She stuffed the pouch in her her obi and rushed out the room with a new found speed. She needed to plant the seeds, She needed to grasp onto the cherry blossoms, She needed to smell them.

Completely forgetting her previous escape plan and ignoring the amount of time it would take to grow the tree she took no time when she ran out into the main room towards the main door.

And stopped dead in her tracks.

Standing in front of the wide open door stood Kokushibo. He glared straight at her, All six of his eyes scrutinizing her entire form.

[F/N] froze up, Her previous excitement dying in her throat. Her fault hit her like brick and made her head spin round and round. She forgot to greet him.. She forgot..

Her knee's almost buckled under the weight of her mistake. She tried to speak, But no words came out.

Kokushibo looked at her, Then around the room. He moved his clawed hand and she flinched.

"The meat has gone cold.." He commented, Pointing at the left out meat.

[F/N]'s lip trembled. Suddenly building up the courage to speak she let it spill out.

"I.. I'm so sorry I.. I.. Lost track of time.. Forgive me, Please.." She spoke fast and stuttered as she went. Her eyes started to water at the prospect of being locked back in that small, closed off space.

Kokushibo was unfazed. Looking straight through her.

"Its.. Fine.." He said and with that, He turned away and trod off down the hallway.

[F/N] felt herself instantly relax as soon as he left the room. While the meat wasn't hot anymore and she'd need to heat it up, She wasn't punished or yelled at for failing to both greet him at the door and making the meat how he liked. She thanked whatever kami was looking over her.

However she noticed from the small crack of the closed door that the sun was rising. She wouldn't be able to go outside into the garden to plant the seeds.

At least, Not while Kokushibo is aware.

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It was the early hours of the morning, Only a few hours after [F/N] got a hold on the cherry blossom seeds.

Like every night before then her captor had dragged [F/N] back to their shared bedroom and had forced her onto the futon. As usual nothing came of it. It was just him facing away from her towards the wall while she looked the other way.

Normally this would end with her eventually falling into a dreamless slumber, But today she had a plan.

She decided to wait for Kokushibo to fall asleep, A task which she assumed would be boring but easy. But had turned out to be the complete opposite.

She herself had stilled her breath and relaxed her movements, Trying to make it seem that she herself was deep into REM. But this seemed to work a bit too well as Kokushibo bought into it.

She felt him run his claws through her hair, She had to steel her nerves just so she wouldn't squirm away from him. He kept moving around in bed, Too. Repeatedly repositioning himself to include her in his sleeping position: Wrapping his arms around her waist, Resting her head on his shoulder, Spooning. All of which made her want to vomit.

I should of just waited until night time to plant it. She thought. She was right as well. It would be much more convenient if she did wait, But her mind tossed it like a used cigarette immediately. She needed to plant the seeds, She needed her cherry blossoms.

In the end however he couldn't find a comfortable position, So he just reverted back to the original stare-at-the-wall form.

She had waited another two hours after that, Just to make sure he was asleep. Once she finally felt sure she had put her next step into motion.

Literally, She had to be extremely cautious in her steps as the floorboards had a tendency to creak. One single move could ruin everything.

Getting up, Slowly, Carefully. She swung her legs over onto the floorboards and pressed her feet down softly.

She waited.

No sound came. She was in the clear.

Fully getting up from the bed she creeped ever so sluggishly towards the main door, Carefully making sure not to touch any of the floorboards that were particularly old.

Reaching the door, The hardest part had came around.

The doorknob, The accursed doorknob. Every time [F/N] would turn it around to leave the mechanisms inside would create such a churn of noise so loud that you could hear it from the kitchen.

As gently as she could she relaxed her hand over the doorknob. Gripping it she began to gradually turn it, So slow you could barely see it move. The mechanisms from behind the door started to sound out too, Lowered and muffled by [F/N]'s sluggish pace but still enough to make a low scraping noise on the wood.

She winced at the sound, Her pace going even slower until she turned it around the entire way.

She pulled it open gently, Her hand still on the doorknob. The threat of the mechanisms reversing hung over her head like a guillotine, The sharp blade seeming to lower every time the noise jolted in volume.

She let the knob go. Glancing back at the slumbering demon, She found him still dead asleep on the futon.

She grinned, Wild and toothy. She was free to go.

She walked off down the hallway towards the front door. Pulling out the small baby pink pouch from her obi she confirmed it was still there. The adrenaline of the situation ran through her and the raw excitement of her find elated her so much so that she felt she was floating.

Reaching the door she swung it open and rushed out into the garden. It was early morning. Though you couldn't tell due to the thick blanketing clouds, So thick that it didn't even let a single crack of sunlight dawn through. As she ran barefoot, Stomping on the wild overgrowths of grass she noted that the soil seemed dry today.

[F/N] frowned, These weren't good agriculture conditions. But that didn't waver her stride nor did it shake her determination in the slightest, She was confident in her goal.

Running past the wild bursts of flower growth and foliage she reached the heart of the garden: A little rocky hill with a clearing at the top, The perfect position for a Yoshino blossom tree to be perched.

She swatted away hair strands blowing in her face from the light breeze, Tripping only once or twice on the way up she reached the top.

Falling to her knees, Dirtying her old kimono in the process she brushed away the grass to find the perfect spot.

Finding a small little dip located in the exact middle point she deemed it good enough to dig in.

[F/N] started to claw and scratch at the dirt with her bare nails, Pushing away soil left and right not caring about the mess she made. She knew she needed a hole at least a few feet deep.

She tossed the pouch to the side of the hole, Seeds rattling around inside it.

She dug further and further down, Soil was building up beside the dip that soon turned into a crevice. Soon enough though her nails hit a harder part of the soil and began to be proven useless.

[F/N] near-growled at the impasse. Thinking quickly, She extracted one of the sharp-tipped hairpins from her messed hair. Ignoring the hair flopping over from the removed support she raised the pin high up above her head.

Bringing it back to gather momentum she quickly brought it back down-

She froze. Goosebumps rose on the back of her neck.

She didn't need to turn around to know about the katana only inches away from her neck, Ready to pierce her skin at any moment.

"What exactly.. Do you think you're doing?" Kokushibo hissed. He was angry, He was so angry. His entire being shook with it. The blade he pointed directly at the back of her neck shook along with him.

[F/N]'s heart seemed to stop beating and her jaw lay open. His kimono wove in tandem to the wind and was brought apart from his rage. The hairpin she held dropped to the ground with a clang!

"I.. I.." She sputtered. She didn't dare turn around. She didn't dare turn around to see his bared teeth, His wide eyes scrutinising every atom of her, His free hand twitching around itching to dig into her skin.

A sound similar to what a feral animal would make rose from within his throat. The blade inched closer.

"An answer.. Now." He spat, Taking a step closer.

Despite his words he didn't wait for one. Alternating his blade to his other hand he reached down beside her he grabbed the pouch. [F/N] gasped.

"W-Wait!" She exclaimed. He brought the pouch up to his face to examine it. [F/N] tried to grasp and grab at the pouch but was nonchalantly shook off by Kokushibo, Who paid her no mind.

He wretched the mouth of the sack open and brought out one of the walnut-like seeds, Holding it with two claws up to his middle eyes. He ignored [F/N]'s protests, She felt her entire being break. Her one chance of comfort destroyed before her.

She broke down into quiet tears, Her retaliation growing weaker and weaker until she just slumped over on her knees.

"What.. What is this?" He asked, Not taking his eyes off the nut. "It's a cherry blossom seed.." [F/N] muttered through her soft cries. Kokushibo looked down at her, His face cooling off only a singe. He lowered the seed down to instead clutch it in his hand.

"You came out here.. To do gardening?" His voice sounded off, Like he was deep in thought. [F/N] nodded.

"Why?" He asked. The question seemed to elude [F/N]'s response. A war waged on in her mind, One side fighting to stay silent the other to just tell the truth. She shook it off, Going for the third party.

"Does it matter to you?" She said, Her voice a tone of defeat. In her somewhat right mind she would of never spoke to him with that level of audacity, But now it just seemed futile.

Kokushibo sucked in air through his teeth and huffed as if it was a stupid question.

"You are my wife.. I expect there to be no secrets hiding from me." He answered so casually.

"I am not your wife.. I've told you this before. There was no marriage, You kidnapped me." She sighed. Every inch of fear she had seemed pushed to the side now.

Kokushibo lowered his sword, He took a step forward closer to her. "..Why do you like them so much?" He asked, Ignoring her previous remark which would get her reprimanded. Her eyes narrowed, This brought on a sense of confusion to [F/N].

"Why do you want to know.." She repeated her previous question through her sniffles, Still looking down at the grass.

"Back at that courtesan house.. Your room was filled to the brim with those flowers. I had assumed it was a theme… That wretched old woman gave you to make you stand out.. From the other Oiran's in the area.." He explained.

"But I was proven otherwise when instead of escaping.. You came out to plant one of the tree's." His voice was filled with puzzlement.

[F/N] had nothing to say at his words, Nothing at all.

"Let me make you a deal." He proclaimed, His voice finally making [F/N]'s head rise up from the ground to look up at his looming figure. A deal? Her face scrunched up in confusion while she awaited his response.

"If you explain to me.. The reason for your love of sakura blossoms.. And start refering to me by my proper title.. I will let you plant this seed here.. As well as bringing you back whatever you desire when I leave the house. " He laid the bargain out in front of her. It wasn't the deal that puzzled her to no end, But instead his unyielding determination to know why she adored the blossoms.

"Why do you even want to know about it? It doesn't matter to you at all." Her final question escaped her lips. He stood quiet for only a moment as he pondered her words. Kokushibo's expression seemed to grow light as he looked at her.

"Because despite your silly beliefs.. I care about you. And I wish to know about you, To be a good husband for you" He said.

This pierced through [F/N] harder than anything his katana could of done. Her shoulders loosened up and she nodded.

"Alright then. I accept the deal."

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[F/N] layed by the boiling pot hanging over the fire, Swinging her legs around and fidgeting with her hands.

The clouds that had barely obscured the sky earlier had grown into a raging storm, One that neither she or her father predicted. The rain was heavy and came down like bullets along with the wind which was harsh and unforgiving. Outside the cherry tree branches hit each other back and forth creating loud rustling noises.

Along with the semi-boiled water she could smell the rain mixing with the wildlife from the halfway opened window. She kept glancing out it to see if she could catch a glimpse of her mother returning with the rice.

Her dad had commanded her to keep an eye on the water, And for the first ten minutes she did. However eventually her young mind grew bored and wandered off to other things.

[F/N] groaned and flopped her arms to her side.

"Dad, When's mum gonna be back?" [F/N] exclaimed with a lilt of annoyance.

Her dad stood over by the kitchen counter clutching a good few clovers of bay leaves in his hands.

"Don't know, Sweetheart. You know how your mother is with taking her time." Kyuusei replied. He shifted through the bay leaves and got to the very last one, Staring at them blankly for a moment he sighed. He turned back to his daughter.

"Be right back, [F/N]." He called out to her before turning away and walking towards the shoji door. [F/N] watched him slide it open and walk through.

Once he shut it closed, She perked up from lying down on the floorboards and got up.

Ignoring the boiling pot of water she rushed over to the open window. Gripping onto the frame she tried hauling her small self up onto the ledge, Failing twice before finally being able to pull her little body up onto the frame.

She looked out into the wild weather of the night and took it as nothing big. Jumping down onto the other side she pranced out into the rife atmosphere in search of her mother.

She ran off onto the rough stone path, Tripping both from the heavy winds and the jagged rocks. She had to pause just to regain her balance, However when she did she took off further down the path.

[F/N] ignored her soaked kimono and the hair whipping around her as she carefully maneuvered the stones. Lightning echoed out in the distance, But the noise didn't rock her from her path.

The warm light of her house grew farther and farther away, The cold chill of the night grew stronger the more she went.

Eventually reaching the peak of the ledge they sat on she looked out over the forest below. Her hair blowing around in her face made it hard to see below. When she finally gathered it all together she finally got a look below.

She saw the small shed there, Lightly rocking back and forth on its structure. The candles weren't lit inside implying her mother wasn't there.

[F/N] groaned, But suddenly she spotted her mother through the rain and wind.

She lay unconscious at the bottom of the hill, Her arms and legs spread out on her stomach. The bag of rice was spilt out a little way beside her. [F/N]'s eyes widened, Panic rising up into her chest. She heard her father yell out from behind her, But she ignored him and his calls.

"Mum! Mum!" She yelled out over the storm noise. Carefully, She made her way down the hill to get a better look at her. Climbing down onto a lower rock she narrowed her eyes to-

She wasn't unconscious

She wasn't unconscious.

Seishi's neck was twisted 180, Her broken neckbone dug out from her flesh making her head look barely attached. She lay in a thick puddle of blood diluted only by the rainwater. She had fallen on the path.

[F/N] screamed.

"MUM! MUM!" She wailed. Running down the path not caring about her stumbles and wobbles as she went.

She reached her mothers corpse, Her head was facing up while her body faced down. Her visage excreted fear, A final terrifying sculpture. [F/N] gripped onto her body and sobbed, Pulling at her kimono and burying her face into her mothers shoulder.

"[F/N]!" Her father had finally reached the scene and stood still at the top of the hill. He looked down on the rest of his family and he yelled, A loud guttural yell.

He rushed down the pathway and quickly enveloped his daughter in a hug, Shielding her away from the corpse of her mother. [F/N] latched onto her father and sobbed inconsolably.

"S-Seishi.. Seishi, My love.. It should of been me.. It should of been me.. I'm so, so sorry." Kyuusei cried, Looking upon the cold dead look of his wife. [F/N] cried along with him, Crying out for her mother to come back.

She shut her eyes tight, Hoping that when she opened them she'd awaken in her mothers arms. Wanting to be lightly scolded for staying up too late.

But when she opened them that never happened, Just the cold rainwater and the shaking arms of her father hugging her tight.

She cried. The last thing she remembered was the faint scent of her mothers cherry blossom perfume, Fading out into the iron smell of her mangled corpse.

☆♡☆

It was a sleepless night.

The morning after, The storm clouds dispersed away. Bringing in the warm sun shining over the revitalised forest.

The irony stung the both of them, As today was the day they'd need to carry her mother's cadaver to its burial site.

Her father had held [F/N] the entire night, Trying to find the words to console her when he knew none could comfort either of them. So instead they sat like that until the first eye of dawn.

After that they made their way back down to the death site. Picking up Seishi's cold body he pulled her close to him, He tried his best to put on a strong face for his daughter but he couldn't help the silent tears and hiccups erupting from his throat as he carried his wife's body through the forest.

[F/N] tailed behind him, Repeatedly calling out for her mother in small sobs. She repeatedly wiped away her tears with her sleeve yet they kept flooding out anyways.

They decided on the massive weeping sakura sat in the core of the woods as Seishi's final resting place, It was her most prized tree as it towered over all the other ones around it.

The digging of the grave took a good few hours for her father to complete, During that time he never said a single word and never for a second took his eyes off of his task.

Once the grave was finally done he had looked into his wife's eyes for a final time and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. He softly apologised to her, Professing his guilt over her death and how he loved her so.

He lowered her body into the grave and shut her eyes. Once both [F/N] and him said their final goodbyes, He got to filling the grave with a sombre expression.

After that her father had grown sad and bitter, The previous light and warmth that his presence radiated had grown cold. Most days he wouldn't leave his bed. He never said anything either, Not much anyways.

Unlike the cherry tree's symbolising life and renewal, Her mother had not come back to them in the spring.

This went on for years, It never ended. His depression had grown so severe that he had lost his job, Both for his horrible attendance and his sombre attitude. This had left the sole provider to be [F/N]

Her mothers death hit her terribly, She had broken down crying for weeks on end afterwards. She'd lay by her grave for hours on end, Only straying to go to sleep. Even then there were some days she'd fall asleep by her grave.

When the money ran out however, Is when [F/N] was forced to pick herself up and start providing for the both of them. She had to, For both her survival and her fathers.

To make money she had came up with a custom kind of tea blend made out of the sakura leaves surrounding her house. A sweet yet earthy blend that a lot of the younger and elder women seemed to love. It brought in money, Not a lot but enough to get by.

Everyday she'd travel out from the forest down to the village, Go door to door trying to advertise her blend of Sakurayu to the villagers. Then come home to make dinner for her and her father.

This cycle went on for years until she was a young woman. If it wasn't pity, She knew some of the villagers criticized her for being the one to take care of her parents. It didn't matter though.

She needed to take care of her father, Cause if she didn't, Nobody else would.

However one day, Years later. The village nearby had made merchant deals with hers. Trading food, Clothing the exact same sakura tea blend that [F/N] worked hard to make.

Unfortunately the villagers loved the imported tea more than [F/N]'s homemade blend, This had absolutely destroyed [F/N]'s income and instantly threw her into a panic.

The money she had made before had suddenly disappeared. So when she heard gossip from some of the younger girls at the village about the courtesan houses in the big city, She knew what she needed to do.

The next morning she kissed her father on the forehead, Leaving a letter and the last savings of money to keep him going while she was gone.

With that, She stowed away on a carriage ride going all the way to Heian-Kyo. In search of a better life.

All while she rubbed the soft pink petals, The same ones that always told her she was safe. Safe in the arms of her mother.

☆♡☆

[F/N] was crying now, Tears rolled down her face as she spilt out her past for her captor to hear.

"After that I just.. I found a house with vacancy and they took me in.. Then I just.. Worked my way up until I was Oiran." She choked out, Her face dug deep into her own palms.

Kokushibo held her close in his arms, He had started doing so once she had broke down at the explanation of her mothers death. He showed no emotion on his face, But his actions seemed to speak loudly enough for him.

"I-I sent money to my father when I could.. I haven't seen him in years.." She cried, Nuzzling closer into his chest. They were so close that she was basically sitting on his lap. She didn't care anymore, She needed the comfort and if it meant ignoring the morality of the situation to get it then she would never think another thought about it.

"Please.. I don't know how long it has been but I need to go back to the Oiran house.. I need to get the money for him.." She looked up at him, Tears in her eyes.

Kokushibo hummed, Moving an arm up to her shoulder he rubbed circles trying to provide comfort.

"I am unable to bring you back.." He said. [F/N] looked away from him, Sniffling. She knew it wasn't a matter of him being unable, It was a matter of he didn't want to.

"But I will be able to provide the money you seek." He finished. She looked back, Her eyes wide and full of life.

"What..?" She asked, Seeking confirmation of his words. He only nodded.

"If money is.. what you need then I can provide it.. It is no hassle for me" He proclaimed, Looking back into her own eyes.

[F/N] smiled, A wide, Genuine smile graced her face. A light blossoming within her like the leaves of her sacred tree.

"You.. You mean it?" She whispered, Looking deep into his eyes which only held the truth.

"Of course.. I do. As part of our deal.. Whatever you want." He replied, His voice contained such obsession care that she just couldn't see before. She melted in his hold.

"Also as a part of our deal.. I do believe its time for you to plant that seed." He said, Bringing up the seed he had in his hand he presented it to her like a wedding ring.

She smiled wider and took it from his palms.

Turning around, Still in his hold she looked down at the half dug hole. Picking up her hairpin to start digging again she was stopped by a gentle grasp on her wrist.

"Use this instead.." Kokushibo said, Handing over a small dagger. "It would be better than a hairpin.."

She thanked him and got to work. Using the wide surface area of the dagger she dug at a much better pace, Kokushibo watched her every movement the entire time.

Once she had dug a big enough hole she examined the knife. Kokushibo presented his hand, Signalling her to give back the knife. She held the hilt tight. Looking once at his hand then to the knife.

She sighed and dropped the knife into his hands. He nodded and tucked the knife away somewhere she couldn't see.

"Alright then.." She muttered, Holding the seed up to both of their eyes she reached the final step.

"Just let it go.." He replied, The same quiet tone echoing back at her. She looked at the seed and remembered her situation. The kidnapping, The living conditions, The punishment. All of it came back to her.

It was an awful feeling, Something she wanted to push away, Something she didn't want to feel ever again.

Knowing she was too wrapped up in her own mind to make the last move he guided her hands down to the crevice. He rested his head on her own, Her back up against his chest from where they sat.

He nudged the seed from her grasp and it fell into the hole. She snapped out of it and looked down to see the seed had been planted. "That was not so hard.. Was it?" He asked, Though he did not expect an answer.

She shook her head, The frown on her face was barely visible. Slowly, She began to refill the dug out hole covering the seed so it could grow in the right conditions.

She felt Kokushibo wrap his arms around her midsection, A sensation she had jolted at. It was an action she did not expect, Leaving her stiff.

Once the hole was fully covered and the seed was set to grow she was left to her own thoughts as she was embraced by her captor now husband.

This was fine, It wasn't okay. Gods, it was not okay by any means or context that could be given. She had been kidnapped and tortured for an amount of time she couldn't even remember, But it was fine. Just fine.

If the only thing she needed to do to provide for her father was become this man's wife, Then she would do as she had promised.

Though as her mind wandered off to her now gone plan of escape, The torture she had endured during her stay here she felt that same, Horrid feeling bubble up inside her.

She hated it, She hated it so much.

She tried to recall the aroma of the cherry blossoms, Imagining the sweet subtle smell invade her senses and take over her entire being head to toe.

And suddenly, Everything was fine.

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Razor’s Edge

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five

Summary; Reader moves to Woodsboro for her senior year of high school. This story take place in the setting of the Scream 4 movie. This story is dedicated to all of the girls living through the current Rory Culkin revival. I love and see you. <3

Also available to be read on AO3 here

It's imperative for me to mention MAJOR trigger warnings for this story; blood, violence, sexual content, alcohol usage, and mentions of abusive situations. I will add and edit tw's as needed.

WC; 4146

Notes; Hello!

The next part should be out relatively soon. Not sure quite yet how many parts will be made and posted. Thank you for any and all support! It truly means the world to me.

(Not Beta Read)

It had been an astonishingly warm night when you returned to the town of Woodsboro. The air around you felt slick with familiar August humidity as you stepped out of the car that once belonged to your father. You stood for a moment, inhaling deeply as if attempting to swallow in the sight around you.

It had been nearly a decade since you had seen the quiet street where your aunt Irina resided. The moon was nearly full, casting a gold tinted glow that rivaled the street lamps near the surrounding homes. Memories of your childhood summers spent rolling in the grass of your aunt’s front yard as she sunbathed beside you flashed through your mind as you stared across the lawn.

A sad smile crept across your lips as you popped the trunk, compiling boxes in an unstable stack within your arms.

You suddenly felt a nervous sting in your stomach as you walked towards the door. Reality seemingly sinking in slowly. You had just turned eighteen only days prior. You dreamt of that birthday for years. It meant that you were now an adult and that in some ways; you were free. Free to leave home and go no contact with your parents. Your parents had plucked you from a town not far from Woodsboro and moved you across the country at the age of nine. They isolated you from the support of any sort of extended family or potential friends. Your mother and father psychically and emotionally tormented you and did so in such a calculating manner that they would never be caught or reprimanded.

You had tried to run away to your aunts once before at the age of fourteen, but your parents had the police bring you back to the home before you could cross the county’s boundary. It was even more difficult to keep in contact with your lovely aunt after that. Your parents monitored the communication between the two of you like a hawk. Your aunt still did what she could to support you and you both knew that when the time came, she would become your safe haven.

You weren’t sure how you’d make your escape, how you would go about hiding the things you were carefully packing away. But it seemed your parents had, by this point, completely checked out. It was as if they quietly understood that you’d all be better off if you parted ways. The final confirmation you needed that this was true was when your dad passed the title of the old car he had kept in the garage and worked on rebuilding over the past years to you just days before your birthday. He committed this action wordlessly, dropping the paperwork in front of your bedroom door to find. You said nothing in return. You knew what it all meant. An action like that from him would never come from a place of love or kindness.

It didn’t take you long after to finish gathering the last of your things. You debated on leaving your parents a note, debated the possibility of initiating a final conversation with them. Using your better judgment, you decided against it. They didn’t deserve anything from you, you knew you’d never receive the closure from them you deserved. Better to just try and forget it all.

You left in the night after hours of pacing your bedroom floor, waiting and listening anxiously until the house grew silent and you could assume your parents were fast asleep. You grabbed your bag containing your phone, wallet, and keys and made your way out to your car that sat adjacent to the curb in front of the Connecticut home that served as your personal hell for nearly a decade.

You started the engine, feeling the car shake as it warmed up. Your hands trembled as they gripped the steering wheel. You were ready, had to be.

Taking a single look back at your home, you felt your heart skip out of step as you caught your mother’s frame looking down at you from her second-story bedroom window. You took your foot off the gas as you met her eyes. You couldn’t have but certain, but by the way her sullen cheeks glinted in the dim night lighting, she appeared to be crying. Her mouth remained pierced and straight, her shoulders and head rigid and stiff in their usual form. Even if she truly were crying, you wouldn’t have been able to bring yourself to care. Too late and far too little, you thought. You snapped your head back to the road and pulled forward down the street, refusing to look back again.

You held your shoulders and back straight, attempting to keep your face stuck in shrewd control. You couldn’t explain the wet, sickly feeling that built and spilled from the corner of your eyes. Couldn’t stop it if you tried.

It wasn’t until you caught a glimpse of yourself in the rearview as you entered the highway that you realized you saw your mother’s face staring back at you. A sudden terrible thought crossed your mind. Could your parents have made you just as cruel and horrible as they were?

You took a deep breath, wiping away the tears that clung to your cold skin. You let your body slack slightly, relaxing the muscles in your face and shoulders. You glanced back up at your reflection once more. No, you thought, there was still a sense of softness in you. You would never be like them. You were going to heal, move forward.

A smile spread across your lips then as another car shot past you. This felt like the first real moment of your life. You reached over, digging in your bag for your phone. You only had one person to call. The phone rang twice before your aunt’s soft-spoken voice answered on the returning line. As if she could read your mind, she asked quietly, “Are you on your way?”

Your smile widened as you answered her, “Yes, yes! I’ll be there in just a few days. I have all my things. I’ll let you know if I run into any trouble.”

The line was silent, you held your breath as you waited for a response. You suddenly felt nervous in those quiet moments. You hadn’t told her that this would be the night you would be leaving. It had all happened so quickly.

Your aunt then exhaled a heavy sigh of relief and your smile returned once more.

“Be safe darling, I’ll speak to you soon. I love you.” Irina spoke.

“Okay, promise I will be. I love you too.” You replied before pressing the button to end the call.

The long drive passed in what now felt like an instant as you stood in Irina’s driveway, boxes in hand, looking up at what would become your new home.

Your aunt Irina greeted you on her front porch, promptly taking one of the small stacked boxes from your arms that hid your face. You sighed in relief at the lightened load.

“Ah dochka, come inside quickly.” Your aunt said over her shoulder as she propped the front door open with foot.

You nodded and followed her, placing the heavy boxes that contained the most important of your belongings on the entryway table beside the stairs. Your aunt carefully placed the box she held on top of the stack as well before turning to face you. You held your arms awkwardly at your side, your fingers twitched as you met your aunt’s gaze. She was all the natural beauty and poise that your mother -her older sister- had without the cutting and sunken look that came from years of contempt and cruelty. You hoped you favored your aunt in that way.

There was a moment of silence shared between the two of you as you took in the sight and presence of one another. Irina’s expression was filled with something indiscernible as she looked you over. You suddenly felt self-conscious in that moment. The last time she had seen you, you were only a child.

“I-“ You began to speak, unsure what your next words would be. You were promptly interrupted as Irina took you into her arms.

“Oh sweet girl, I’ve missed you so much.” Your aunt spoke softly. Her hand slid over your hair, holding your head closer to her own.

You tried your best to get a hold the overwhelming emotions building up inside you as you wrapped your arms tighter around her.

“Listen, don’t worry about any of it right now,” Irina pulled away, holding your shoulders in her hands. “I’ll show you to your bedroom. It’s late. We’ll catch up in all the days to come. As you’re ready, of course.”

She understood you so perfectly. It felt as though no time had passed between the two of you at all. You nodded, wiping away the single tear that slipped past your waterline. “Thank you.” You replied earnestly.

She showed you to your room, helping you carry your things up the stairs. The room was warm and soft, perfectly polished and eclectic, in the style that perfectly encapsulated Irina. You absolutely adored it all.

Your aunt didn’t linger as you swiftly unpacked the essentials you needed for the night. It was nearly reaching the hours of the early morning and you were both physically and mentally well exhausted. You’d let yourself begin to process it all in the morning. For now, you were safe, even happy. It was going to be alright.

The next morning had come and gone. Your aunt woke you with breakfast and the two of you exchanged small pleasantries. In the afternoon Irina stopped you as she caught you on the stairs, a laundry basket stuck to her hip. “We can go tomorrow to enroll you at the high school if you’d like. I have a gap in meetings around noon.”

You picked at your fingernails, tossing up the idea in your head. “It’s okay, I can run by the school on my own tomorrow. I imagine It shouldn’t take me very long.”

Irina furrowed her brow, nodding. “Oh okay then, just shoot me a text when you get everything sorted, will you?”

You smiled and nodded before the two of you resumed your paths apart.

Finding your way to the school the next morning wasn’t too difficult of a task to accomplish. Classes began in a week and to your relief, there were no students hanging near campus yet to be found. Aside from a few members of faculty, the school was entirely deserted.

It didn’t take you much time to locate the staff required to complete your enrollment. The secretary had even exclaimed she knew your aunt quite well. You supposed that everyone must be at least partially acquainted in this town, given its size.

You suddenly felt hesitant as you made your way across the parking lot back to your car. A silver sedan caught your eye as it sped past you. All four windows were rolled down and you could tell the car was full of people that looked just about your age. It seemed you had caught their attention too as you met the eyeline of the driver. She was too far away to make out much detail beyond her short cropped hair and frame.

The thought hadn’t yet occurred to you how difficult it would be to make new friends in a place where nearly everyone grew up with one another. You wished in that moment that you had made more of an effort as a child during your summers spent here to make any friends. But you had always been shy, horribly and painfully shy, as a child. It was just easier to play on your own. In all honesty, you weren’t sure how to make real close friends, let alone keep them.

Still, you shrugged, it would have made this whole transition much easier if you had at least one person near your age in Woodsboro who might have remembered your name.

You tried to keep your mind occupied in the days that followed. It wasn’t much of a hard task to follow. In the afternoon, you mainly kept to your bedroom, flipping mindlessly through a book you had been attempting to finish for the better part of a month. In the mornings you sat in the window bay, hot coffee in hand, remembering the neighborhood boys you used to watch ride by in circles on their bikes. Occasionally, your aunt invited you to eat lunch at the law firm she worked at in town. She’d tell you endlessly how quickly you’d adjust to things once the school year started, reminded you how the home was always open to guests, talked about the possible colleges you could apply to. It was a strange feeling to have someone show so much interest in the day-to-day doings of your life. You figured you’d learn to truly welcome and reciprocate the sentiment in time.

Your nerves had seemed kept safely under control until you began to turn into the Woodsboro High parking lot on the first day of class. Your fingers tapped the steering wheel in anticipation as you pulled into an open parking spot near the back of the lot. Placing the car in the park, you flipped your visor, giving yourself a once over before biting the bullet and getting the worst part of the day on with it. You scolded yourself for unknowingly chewing your lip nearly raw on the drive there, but other than that, you seemed just about alright.

Irina had been so excited to help you get ready for your first day. You knew she had always thought of you as her own daughter. She never had the opportunity to have any children of her own. You gladly let her fuss over your hair and clothing without once interjecting that the curling iron was burning your neck, and the constant outfit changes were exhausting your limited wardrobe. It gave you a sense of confidence, though, knowing that you at least looked your absolute best, regardless of how you felt inside.

You said a silent prayer as you approached the building’s front doors. Groups of students passed by in small droves. Each step felt like sinking through sludge as you noticed the quizzical looks from your new found peers that read ‘outsider.’ Even though your rational brain knew it couldn’t be true, it felt as though everyone in the halls was craning their heads to catch a glimpse. You dug your thumbnail into the palm of your hand as you dropped into an empty chair near the back of your first period homeroom class.

“There’s that new face.” A friendly female voice spoke beside you as she dropped her things on the desk to your right.

You turned to face her and were met by an inquiring smile and a familiar short blonde haircut. You immediately recognized her as the girl you had seen in the school parking lot the day you had registered.

You held out your hand, giving her your name.

She shook your hand in return, “Kirby.” She replied, giving you her own. As the two of you waited for the first bell to ring, you exchanged the usual first introduction sentiments. She introduced you to another girl who sat in the seat in front of you.

“Jill Roberts.” The new girl had stated more matter-of-factly.

“Good to meet you, Jill.” You replied in the same cadence. She gave you a half smile as she onced you over.

You spent the majority of your first few periods staring out of classroom windows or drawing endless little circles on your notebook as your teachers passed around syllabi and gave the same spiel on classroom expectation for the semester. You had learned so many names in just a few hours; you were already struggling to remember even just a handful. You assured yourself it wouldn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things. In a matter of days, most people would lose interest in the new girl thing and you’d slip comfortably by as a nameless face in the considerably smaller student body.

The bell rang for lunch and you were on your feet with your things thrown over your shoulder in a matter of seconds. You carefully squeezed your way through the buzzing hallway and made a direct line to your car, hoping to decompress and catch your breath for a moment.

Just as you planted your first foot on the paved parking lot, you heard your name called, no- shouted, from behind you.

‘Fuck,’ you mumbled to yourself, pivoting in place. It took a moment to locate the person who had called after you. A curly-haired boy awkwardly jogged to catch up, his long-haired counterpart feigned a cooler stepped approach behind him. You couldn’t remember an introduction with either of them.

The curly-haired boy noticing the confused look on your face interjected, halfway catching his breath, “We already got your name from Kirby.” He began, noticing the way your brows furrowed he quickly continued, “I’m Robbie, this is Charlie.” He motioned to the man that stood beside him.

You looked up between the pair, catching Charlie’s line of sight. His eyes dropped just as quickly to his shoes below him, kicking his laces at the ground.

“... Right.” you stated questioningly, dragging your eyes away from the frayed aglet on Charlie’s left shoe to look back up at Robbie.

“Right, yeah,” Robbie stumbled over his next words, “We run the film club. We meet every day after school.” You sucked in your bottom lip, trying to conceal your now amused half smile.

You noticed Charlie now glancing between you and Robbie with dread in his expression at the awkward mess Robbie was attempting to make his way through. Just before Charlie could begin to speak, Robbie rushed to spit out the point he was trying to get to.

“Well, we’d- I’d.” Robbie met Charlie’s eyes for a moment before continuing. “No- we’d love for you to, if you ‘d want to… You should come check it out. After school. Today.”

You rolled the idea over in your head for a moment. You didn’t really believe you belonged anywhere near a film club; you considered yourself an average movie-goer at best. It couldn’t necessarily hurt to go, either. If you really felt out of place, you could just not go back the next day. You squinted up at the pair. Neither of them could meet your eyes. Your aunt would be ecstatic to learn you’d even made an attempt to put yourself out there a bit more. The short contemplative silence hadn’t been a thought that had crossed your mind, but you could tell it was now starting to make them squirm.

“Come on dude, I told you she wouldn’t want to come.” Charlie broke the silence with a quiet plea to Robbie.

Charlie now turned back to face you, “I’m sorry, don’t stress about trying to make it.” The look of defeat in the pair’s expressions brought a pit of sudden guilt in your chest. Just as Charlie grabbed Robbie’s shoulder to drag him back inside the school, you interjected without a second thought.

“I’ll go. I’d love to go. Thank you for the invite.” You drug as much sincerity into your face as you could muster. Both boys stopped in their tracks, exclaiming in unison, “Really?”

Charlie’s eyebrow raised in suspecting confusion.

“Okay, cool! Classroom 120A, right after the last bell.” Robbie called over his shoulder, a wide grin plastered across his face.

You stood for a moment, one foot on the curb, watching the pair make their way back to school. Fixating on the way, Charlie ran his hand through the mess of his long hair.

“See, I told you dude, you just have to make the first move.” You could hear Robbie say, almost out of earshot now. His arm reached out to fall over Charlie’s shoulder, shaking him slightly. Charlie pushed the boy off him. You imagined him rolling his eyes as he brushed off his shoulder.

You laughed to yourself, turning on your heel, heading back to your car to spend the time left of lunch you had in much needed solitude.

The remainder of the school day passed by just about the same way the first half had. In your last class of the day, you took the time counting the heads of the students around you, trying to recount the names of each one you could remember. Once you made your way to the back corner of the room, you noticed Charlie staring down at his lap. He was crumpling, unfolding, then crumpling up the same piece of paper over and over again. You wondered what he could’ve written on that paper, if there was anything written on it at all.

You hadn’t realized how long you sat watching his repetitive movements until he looked up, catching your gaze. His eyes were piercing, deep set, his hair half-way covering the features of his face.

Your face burned hot as you quickly snapped your head back towards the whiteboard in the front of the room.

‘Idiot.’ You groaned in silence to yourself. Out of the very corner of your peripherals, you could feel his eyes still fixated on you from just a row behind. You picked at your nails anxiously, watching the minute hand spin on the classroom clock.

The last bell of the day rang out shortly after and you relaxed into your seat. You slowly gathered your things into your bag on the desk.

“Hey.” A familiar voice spoke beside you. You jumped in your seat at the quiet and sudden proximity. You looked up to meet Charlie’s gaze. He was messing with the loop on the strap of his backpack that rested on his left shoulder. “I can show you to the room we use for film club, if that’d be cool with you.”

You nodded your head up at him. “Yeah, that’s cool.” In all honesty, you had almost completely forgotten about even going.

“Cool.” He said, grabbing your bag off the desk and throwing it over his other shoulder. He began walking to the door, motioning over his shoulder for you to follow him.

You followed closely beside him as you both pushed your way through the hallways packed with students exiting the building. The would-be awkward silence between the pair of you was graciously filled by the loud chatter of people passing by.

“When’d you move back?” You barely caught Charlie’s question. His face was fixed on the wall in front of him.

“Back? I’m sorry, I’ve never lived here.” You replied, “I moved in with my aunt about a week ago.”

He looked over at you, studying your face for a second before turning away again. He nodded his head.

“What about you? How long have you lived here?” You asked, keeping your gaze directed forward as well.

“Born and raised.” He replied. You nodded in response as the two turned a corner. You could see a plaque that read 120A just ahead.

A trio of guys in football garb made their way past, headed in the opposite direction. The closest of the group carried a large bag of equipment at his side that nearly knocked your knee from under you as you crossed paths.

“Ouch,” you mumbled, missing a step. You were alright, truly fine after shaking it off a bit.

Charlie stopped in his tracks beside you. Turning to face the group. “Watch your shit, Anderson.” He called after them.

The carrier of the bag didn’t bother to stop walking, only looking over his shoulder to seemingly size Charlie up. He laughed, “Yeah, alright Walker. You’re not gonna do shit about it.”

You could nearly feel Charlie tense up beside you. Men and their silly egos.

“I’m alright, let’s go please.” You grabbed Charlie’s forearm and pulled him forward towards the room, letting go once you could feel his resistance lessen.

Once in the room, you let out a sigh and took a seat next to Kirby near the center of the room. The meeting, to your surprise, went by well. Charlie and Robbie both seemed much more sure of themselves when they were talking about things they were passionate about. Although you had to admit it was all pretty dorky, you’d never fault them for the devotion in their interests.

You were practically lost throughout the hourlong meeting, but you believed it wouldn’t be too much of a challenge to pick up on things, eventually. It was all sort of interesting, fun even.

You decided on the car ride home that day you’d make sure to attend the next one.

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[the-californicationist]

Good Fences (Fluffuary #23)

FEB23: Established Love

John had been on tour through the spring and summer, and you’d spent the warm months alone. For part of it, he could talk to you freely, but near the end of his duty, he had warned you that he’d need to “go dark” for a while. Days had turned into weeks, and weeks had become months. The fiery sun had shifted across the sky, and what was once a humid morning now had a cold nip in the air. 

Then, as if he had come in on the change in the winds, he was back. Or, a version of him was, anyway.

He had been home for a few days, and while he had told you that “it” was “over”, he had been changed by whatever it was, and he hadn’t told you much else. You noticed he was sleeping for only a few hours at a time. Sometimes, he would wake you up in the mornings with a ravenous, animalistic need, and other times you would find him on the balcony, drinking coffee, enjoying the sunrise. Sometimes he would go out in the middle of the night for a cigar, and some nights he would be at your neck and your breasts and your hips with his lips and his teeth. You never knew which John you were going to get. 

But, he also seemed relieved. It was as if he had been running, sprinting full out, and had finally reached his destination.

One morning, while you were showering together, he was soaping your body as well as his own, and he made a suggestion,

“We should go to the Smithsonian today. They have the Klimt exhibit you were talking about. I looked it up last night, and it’s there this week.”

It wasn’t out of character for John to suggest a day trip, but he hated D.C., and you had only mentioned the Klimt exhibition off-handedly back in January, so it was a bit of a shock. 

“Yeah, John,” you rubbed his body with the lather, marveling at how toned and thick his muscles had become, “That sounds nice. We can take the train.” 

You admired his body as you washed him, but you also felt the shade of contempt rising like bile in your throat. He was hardened by whatever had happened to him, by whatever hell they had put him through. He was only made to look like this broad, cut Adonis because they (whoever they were) had used him like a hammer to a nail. And you resented them for it. 

As much as his heavy form stirred your core and made you crave that strength to be used on you, you wanted to rinse it away. You wanted your soft bear back. You wanted him to be chubby and happy and filled with cheesecakes and champagne and bagels in the morning. You didn’t want him to be a hammer. You wanted him to be your lover, and you thought, selfishly, that it should be his only responsibility. The world, you decided, could save itself. He deserved peace. 

But, that wasn’t up to you. He was his own man. You tried to put those thoughts out of your mind, but you had to admit that this last tour had been hard on both of you. 

The train ride was quiet, as was the stroll down to the museum. John held your hand as you walked through the exhibits, and when you came to the hall that housed the visiting Klimt pieces, you gasped. 

There, in all of its golden glory, was The Kiss.

You stepped toward it, marveling at the gold and watching the light dance across it. The Lovers were there, locked in their perpetual embrace, and she was at his mercy, literally on her knees for him, held tightly in his hands.

John’s voice rumbled in his chest, and he said,

“That’s how I feel about you. I feel as if I’ve never loved anyone until now. I’ve never been loved, and I’ll never be loved again. Not like this.”

You turned away from the masterpiece you’d been admiring to face your very own lover, looking up at him and letting his words sink into your bones, wrapping around them like golden threads, never to be taken back. 

Then, it was his turn to be on his knees. You watched him fall to the floor, confused at first and then —

“Marry me, love. I can’t live without you by my side. Please.”

He offered you the ring, a huge, round pearl surrounded by diamonds. It looked like it cost as much as the painting. You felt hot, heavy tears flowing down your face, and you didn’t even realize you’d been crying. 

But, you managed to nod and whisper, 

“Yes. God, yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.” 

The ring fit like it had been made just for you, and he rose from the ground and clutched you to his chest. All at once, you knew how the girl in the painting felt. You kissed John, and in doing so, you knew how she had kissed her robed man. You could imagine how the blood had rushed through her body, flushing her cheeks and pooling in her belly, responding to her love’s embrace. John was him, and you were her, and you were one.

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The shop was bustling with patrons today. A flurry of foreigners passing through town from the far north came in for herbs and bobbles alike, some having to duck under the door frame in their rigid tallness. They even bought some of the runestones you’ve been trying to sell for months, overall a successful day business-wise!

If only you were in the right spirits to enjoy it. Concealing pain with a smile and chipper attitude only lasts so long, and while the Northmen had been easygoing, you felt relieved to finally flip the sign on the door to closed.

You try to be enthusiastic as Julian makes his dramatic entry from just next door, lazily wiping down the front counter. He seems to notice your mood however and flusters, toning it down and walking up to the counter to lean over it.

“Busy day?” He inquires knowingly, red eyelashes fluttering when you meet him halfway for a kiss.

“You could say that,” You chuckle, smiling against his lips and snaking an arm around his shoulders to pull him in closer. “Did you get any precariously tall northerners in your clinic by chance?”

“Yes actually, how did you...” He looks shocked that you knew. 

“Had half the caravan in my shop. It was good for business but… well.” You sigh, sagging against the counter as a cramp twists your stomach in knots. You grimace and shift as you feel that icky trickling sensation.

Julian’s eyes glaze over just slightly, sensing the fresh gush of blood before his expression morphs into worry. 

“Are you alright, darling? That time?”

“Yes, how do you always- oh.” It’s easy to forget that Julian was a vampire, considering he tried so tirelessly to keep it from you in the beginning. And there wasn’t much of a difference between vampire Julian and just Julian. “M’ok just cramping.”

“Anything I can do? Warm bath? Massage? I could run to the market and see if there’s any pumpkin bread left.” You smiled at his thoughtfulness, not surprised your selfless lover was already prepared to get on his knees and worship you after a full day of his own work. He’d truly do anything you asked, anything you desired. And you feel slightly guilty for how that power makes you feel hot under your clothes.

But you also knew that Julian loved it most when you indulged in him, and so you push back the urge to reject pampering.

“A warm bath and massage sounds lovely actually, darling.”

“Excellent! why don’t you go rest your feet a moment and get comfortable while I go run the bath?” Julian takes your hand and leads you around the corner of the counter to meet his lips against your brow before he sends you off to decompress.

It feels nice to strip away all the layers of your outfit after a long day of running the shop. As you dispense your dirty laundry into the basket, something catches your eye from your slightly ajar wardrobe. You reach for it and pull out a luxurious sheer bathrobe, one of the many gifts you’ve received from Nadia. Receiving gifts flustered you but you let her spoil you, knowing that was just her love language. You hadn’t had an occasion to wear it, but now seemed a good time as any. The fabric even feels expensive, decorated with carefully embroidered patterns and trimmed with Prakran gold. It feels like silk as you slip into it, light and flowing in all the right places. You do a few twirls in the mirror, feeling pretty in the colorful garment.

You can hear Julian calling you from the bathroom and hurry to join him. The bathrobe doesn’t stay on for long, already fluttering to the floor when you see him spilling essential oils and Epsom salts into the steaming bath.

You sigh contentedly as your body sinks into the blissfully warm water, already feeling your stress melt away. You immediately start with your face, eagerly scrubbing away the extra oils and dirt with a nice-smelling face scrub you picked up in Nevivon. Normally Julian would leave you be while you bathed unless you were sharing the tub, always thinking of your privacy. But this time he’s glued to your side, watching for your reactions raptly as your body relaxes into the tub.

“What?” You quirk a brow, and your voice seems to snap him out of his thoughts and his cheeks flush—or at least they would if he would feed a healthy amount. It was still difficult to convince him to feed from you, even after all this time.

“I want to wash you,” he says simply, and you lose your grip on the soap bar in your hands, it plops into the water with a small splash and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“I can wash myself you know. I’m on my period not crippled,” you laugh nervously, leaning forward to look for the soap.

“Of course I know that, is it so wrong to want to take care of you?” 

Because Julian has never had an ulterior motive, ever. You thought to yourself fondly, he was trouble but the endearing kind.

“Only if it’s just an excuse to see me naked,” you teased and he laughed heartily. 

“You wound me with your accusations! I would never do such a thing,” Julian purrs, that mischievous grin you loved making an appearance. “I am, however, completely genuine.”

His hand caresses your back comfortingly and you place a soapy hand over it, thumb stroking over his knuckles. 

“Fine then, since you’re so interested.” You passed him the soap.

The snarky declaration of victory you expect never comes, instead, you feel lathered hands on your back and shoulders, washing away the sweat and grime from the day. His thumbs deliberately dig into your shoulders in an attempt to ease some of the tension there, before his cupped hands dip in to catch some soapy water to rinse away the bubbles. You can’t help the pleased moan that escapes you as he washes the rest of you with the same care. You didn’t expect this to be so intimate and yet so far from sexual, he really was taking care of you.

You’re suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude to have been blessed with such a thoughtful partner. You’d been skeptical about him when you first met, back then he was so mysterious… and troublesome. But even then you were drawn in by his allure, fascinated by his dangerous charm. After saving the world together and many many months in a wonderful relationship you realize he was just a big softie at heart.

Julian is so enthralled with washing you that he doesn’t see the dreamy look you have as you stare at his focused expression. You smile when you realize he’s doing his best to keep his eyes trained on the appropriate areas of your body. Your wet hand drips onto his clothes as you reach around to delicately place a hand at the back of his neck and press him forward for a kiss. He catches on quick, soap slipping from between his own thin fingers as your lips devour his, his guttural groan muffled by your eager mouth. 

His sudsy thumbs stroke over the planes of your face as he holds it in his hands, a gesture that makes you smile.

You pull away, amused by the dazed look on his face as you do so.

“I think I’d like that massage now.”

“Say less, my love.” Julian grins that devilish grin you recognize all too well and before you can react he’s all but scooped you right out of the tub into his arms bridal style, water splashing everywhere, soaking into his clothes as he carries you from the bathroom to the bedroom.

“JULIAN! Oh my god!” You squeal with laughter as you feel the rush of cold air against your skin, as he stumbles around with you in his arms. “Put me downnn.”

He does so with a gentleness you don’t expect, letting your body sink into the soft bed before he motions for you to turn over onto your stomach. You do so, but realize with a start your predicament and the shyness comes flying straight back into your gut. 

“Fetch a towel, Jules?” You laugh nervously over your shoulder and he seems to realize your intent and his gaze softens. You can tell he wants to say something but decides against it.

He obeys, leaving for a moment and then returning with a towel, letting you shuffle it under your lower half. You do your best to relax your body as the ache in your lower back starts to return without the enveloping warmth of the bath. You sigh contentedly as Julian’s rough hands smooth over your shoulder blades, reaching for a pillow to cuddle your face into as his hands work their magic. You jump as cold oil spills onto your skin, he must’ve grabbed the massage oil when you weren’t paying attention.

“Cold cold,” you complain half-heartedly, and he chuckles out a quiet apology as he smooths the oil over your back, down to your thighs, all the way to your aching feet. You squirm at that, kicking your feet gently in warning, he knew you didn’t like your feet touched. He relents with a gentle pat on your ankle and slides his hands up your body until he feels the stubborn knots in your back and works to loosen them. A blissful pressure and release that makes you sing his praises as the stress you seem to always carry with you slips away.

“Mmm, you’re doing such a good job, Jules. Thank you,” you murmur, your sleepy praise muffle by the pillow, but you can tell he hears you when you feel his lips against the back of your shoulder. 

“You needn’t thank me, not for this. I’m enjoying this just as much as you,” he whispers against your skin and you’re tempted to call his bluff until he leans more of his weight against you and you feel his rigid hardness pressing against your lower back. You can’t help but smirk, lazily picking your head up from the pillow to meet those sea-spray-colored eyes you’d grown to love over your shoulder. 

“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, baby,” you purred, watching his eyelashes flutter at the pet name. Still, he smiles crookedly, fangs glinting in the candlelight, nuzzling his pointed nose into your neck affectionately.

“Can you blame me? With you looking like this… smelling like you do.” His lips are cold against the delicate flesh of your neck and it induces a full-body shiver. Something he says clicks strangely into your mind though.

“Smelling?” You questioned, brows knit together.

It seems to snap him out of a trance and his lips jerk away from your throat, he visibly flusters, stumbling over his words.

“I- well—yes. I know you’re embarrassed about it but you smell… very delectable like this.”

The idea of being more attractive whilst your body was going through a cleanse that most women were taught to be ashamed of appeals to you more than you thought it would. While Julian’s sanguine hunger never bothered you, this newfound fascination endeared you to that side of him even more. It felt nice to be loved and desired as you are, no matter if you’re having your blood or not.

“That explains how clingy you are tonight. Your hands are wandering, Ilyushka.” The use of his birth name is deliberate and the resulting roll of his hips against your ass upon hearing it makes you giggle. 

“I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be treating you but all I can think of is myself, how soft you feel against me.” Julian laments, more of his weight pressing against your back as he relaxes atop you, hands rubbing circles into your hips.

“I think you’ve treated me more than enough, Ilya. Let me take care of you now.” You cooed, your hands abandoning the pillow to place them over his own around your hips.

He makes a submissive keening sound, ensnared by your change in demeanor. 

“Roll over onto your back for me?” You offered, your mind already rich with ideas of just how to thank him for the feather-light looseness in your muscles. It’s easy to forget he’s a doctor sometimes with all his ripe silliness and the shenanigans he roped you into on the daily, but his expert knowledge on just where to touch you to turn you into a paste was your favorite reminder.

He complies with a muted ‘oof’ as he lazily strips himself from your body and turns over until his back meets the colorful sheets. You stretch out your limbs until they crack and sit up straight, rolling your shoulders and turning this way and that. No pain at all. You feel confident in your nakedness as his grey eyes rake over your oiled form. It could be a trick of the light but you swear you saw the slightest bit of red bleeding from the outer ring of his iris. 

Inspired by the weightlessness you feel with his eyes on you, you scoot yourself between his spread legs, grabbing him under his knees and yanking him further into your lap. He gasps at the force you manhandle him into reach with, his impossibly long legs wrapping around your waist. Your fingers undo the ties of his breaches and you’re pleased with the sight of bare flesh as opposed to underwear, you grin, catching his mischievous gaze. He truly was trying to get your attention today. Your pupils dilate at the sight of his long cock already flushed red and leaking with pre under your scrutinizing gaze, his narrow hips twitching upwards into your touch as your hand slips past his cock to scratch over his flat belly instead, fingers twisting in the auburn hairs at his navel. 

“Look at you, already drooling for me. Are you really this worked up after touching me?” You teased a fingertip around the tip, delighted by the way his dick jumps at the contact. His thighs twitch around your hips. And you can tell he’s trying not to buck, to be good for you. As proud as you are of his eagerness to obey, the image of him fucking himself into your fist with reckless abandon swims around your mind in an endless loop. Your walls clench around nothing at the thought, your teeth catching your bottom lip as your hand wraps around his length fully.

“I can’t help it. You’re just so… nnn please, just so… ahh.” Julian’s eyelids flutter as you ever so slowly start to pump his cock, distracting him entirely. 

“Just what, baby?” You remind playfully, enthralled by the subtle changes in his expression as he attempts to produce a response through the thick fog forming in his mind as he slowly sinks into subspace. 

“You’re just so… amazing, please! Ah! oh fucking-“ Julian’s mumble melds into a wail as your pace suddenly changes from slow and teasing to fast and purposeful. He cries out in pleasure, head falling back onto the bed as your hand twists over the head of his cock and squeezes at the base with every purposeful stroke. “Oh, please! You’re—fuck yes. You’re going so fasttt.”

Julian’s mouth falls open in rapture, fangs on display as you jerk him off faster than he deserves. He doesn’t deserve you, deserve this incredible pleasure from this incredible woman. But you loved him, needed him, assured him he was yours; fangs, deeds, and all. You accepted all of him. And with that assurance he knew you’d forgive the way his hips started to frantically buck into the tight tunnel of your fist, an erotic squelching noise fills the room as you let him fuck your hand, using it to get himself off.

“You’re so pretty like this, Ilya. I adore that debauched expression you make.” You praised, and Julian moaned loudly, his tongue swiping over his teeth. “Makes me want to give you everything you desire, just to see that fucked out expression on your face.”

“Please please!” He begs. 

“Please what, baby? Use your words and I’ll reward you.” You promise, but you aren’t prepared for his next request.

“Sit on my face.”

Your hand halts and Julian sobs, frustrated.

“Julian, I can’t I’m—“

“I want you to, so badly. Since I walked in and smelt you, all I could think of was your beautiful thighs around my head as you grind yourself against my tongue, letting me drink from you.” His words flow like poetry, burning themselves into your mind, he spoke them with such hunger and desperation that your whole body feels smoldering hot. You’ll recall those words on those rare lonely nights you’re apart rubbing yourself to memories of him.

Julian’s silvery eyes have almost been entirely eclipsed by crimson, and it makes you press your thighs together in anticipation—at the thought of straddling his face while he sated his sanguine thirst by eating you out. It was depraved, it was mortifying, but… surely the blood wasn’t the same, would it even feed him? Why didn’t you care? Why didn’t he care?

“Please, I want to taste you.” Julian restates, shaking you from your thoughts, eyes rediscovering his own as your expression softens.

“Alright, baby, if that’s really what you want.” You relented, taking your hand off his cock as you released him from your lap and started to crawl up his body. 

“Thank you, momma,” Julian whimpers and it goes straight to your pussy, he knew you liked it when he used that name in bed. “Oh thank- mmm!”

You cut off his thanks with your lips against his, hands sinking into his auburn curls and tugging. The slight sting makes him moan into your mouth, and your tongue dips into his mouth, curling around his own. You kiss messily for what feels like a long time, grinding against his hard cock. It takes everything in your power to stop yourself from letting him slide between your folds upon remembering his request.

“You sure about this?” You ask anxiously once more, feeling unexpectedly shy as you get into position, hovering just over his face. So close, but just out of reach even as his face surges forward to chase the intoxicating scent.

“I could explode just thinking of your blood against my tongue as I pleasure you, please don’t make me wait any longer, please I promise it’s alright.” Julian babbles, eyes glazed over as he stares at your cunt, mesmerized.

His desperate reassurance snaps the last string of hesitance from your mind and you take in a deep breath before lowering yourself over his face. His hands shoot to your hips immediately and for a moment you worry you’ve finally disgusted him, but instead he presses your hips harder against him. He kitten licks around your labia at first, catching a stray droplet of your wetness mixed with your blood and his eyes roll back. Julian truly does try to restrain himself but your flavor sends him into a frenzy, his nimble tongue delving between your folds to lapping at the droplets of blood as they drip from your cunt. 

You gasped out a moan, not expecting the enthusiastic way he devours you from below, rolling your hips into the frantic motions of his wandering tongue. Julian moans in appreciation, urging your hips to move faster and you comply, losing yourself in the feeling. You’re so sensitive it almost hurts how good it feels to have his tongue inside you, and his nose rubs against your clit just right with every eager rut against his face.

“Oh good boy, you’re so good. Fucking me so- Ahh! So good with your mouth, baby. I don’t know what I was even worried about, you’re so eager.” You babble, and he groans torturedly against your cunt, his hips bucking into the air. His cock stands at full attention, weeping with pre and the head has nearly turned purple with want. 

You’re tempted to reach back blindly for his cock to jerk him off while he drinks from you, but you get a better idea that requires less stretching and reaching. 

“Touch yourself for me, Ilya.”

His hand shoots to his cock so fast you rush to steady yourself without one of his hands supporting you. Julian whines and mewls pathetically against your hot flesh, pupils blown wide as he ruts frantically into his own fist. He must be close.

“Gonna cum already? Do you really like this so much?” You teased, and he says something but it was muffled, vibrating pleasantly against you. 

In an attempt to let him speak you lift your hips but he grunts, his free hand forcing you back down with a whine and a pointed, crimson gaze.

“You’re so greedy.” You run a hand through his red hair, twisting your fingers in the strands to guide him against your cunt.

His tongue slides from you and instead lathes over your aching clit and you buck with a cry, he always knew just where you needed stimulation and when. The only thing Julian loved more than making you laugh was making you cum.

“That’s it, oh fuck you’re so good at this.” Your voice shook, head tipped back and eyes staring at the ceiling as you felt yourself dance on the precipice of release for a few agonizing moments before you finally start to quake. Your orgasm is so intense you don’t realize the strangled keening noises you’re making until the ringing in your ears stops. Julian eagerly opens his mouth as you squirt all over his face, delighted since it wasn’t often he could make you do so. And as you cum around his tongue he finally releases the tight grip around the base of his cock he placed to not cum the moment you started making those broken noises.

His whole body shakes and squirms as he pumps himself at lightning speed until he’s shooting cum all over his fist and stomach, soaking his shirt even more. He moans brokenly against your cunt, body seizing with every spasm of his cock in his grip. 

You both collapse into a heap of limbs on the bed, you don’t remember how you got onto your side when you start to come to, all you can process is how blissfully painless you feel. You really need to have period sex more often if this is how you felt afterward. Regrettably, you turn over and grimace at the smearings of your blood around Julian’s mouth and nose, resisting the urge to laugh as you smack a hand over your mouth.

He notices your gesture and props himself up on his elbows, quirking an arched brow in your direction. You see that the red from his eyes from earlier has completely vanished, leaving behind those familiar grey irises.

“What’s so funny?” Julian snorts, and that only makes it harder for you not to laugh. 

“You look like a crime scene!” You wheezed, rolling around on the bed and clutching your stomach.

Julian blushes a healthy bright red, and you’re lost to the world in your screaming laughter.

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[bearhugsandshrugs]

em hi!! saw your requests are open so i’m here on my knees begging for some somno content with either rugan or gortash 😌 please and thank you!

Combining this with another request, so here goes a dubcon somno fill for Rugan.

Rugan / Tav: Somnophilia, Dubcon/Noncon, Rimming, Vaginal Sex, Choking

1.2k words under the cut. Read on AO3 here and please check tags there as they will be more comprehensive Also this was the first time I wrote somno content so hopefully this is good.

The Zhentarim had been good hosts, as far as captors went. They’d given her food and drink, invited her to sit around the fire with them, and sent the rest of her crew a letter with their demands. Tav was wondering whether her friends would burst in to free her or simply pay the ridiculously low gold amount – who asked for 500 gold? – and she determined that it likely depended on who opened the letter. Gale would pay, so would Wyll and probably Shadowheart. Karlach, Lae’zel and Astarion, however? Well. She would see soon. 

“Have another, on the house”, Rugan teased while he offered her the horn filled with wine. Apparently one of their buyers had come through and gifted them a crate of expensive feywine, and they’d cracked that open, going through the bottles like men dying of thirst. 

“Thanks”, Tav replied with a small smile, acutely aware of the flirtatious tone the Zhent kept throwing at her. If he wasn’t the person holding the keys to her handcuffs, she would have likely even flirted back. Or, at least, if he wasn’t the person holding the keys to her handcuffs because he was holding her hostage. 

The wine tasted stronger, more pronounced, than the one before. It was only her second filling, but she felt dizzy after only a few moments, her head spinning as if she’d been drinking the whole crate. She vaguely noticed that Rugan and another guy, couldn’t remember his fucking name, helped her back to her cell down in the basement of the house they were squatting in, and they took off her handcuffs before making their way back up, locking the door behind them. The only light in the room was coming from the tiny air shafts up on the walls, the moonlight softly shining through the cracks. 

Not that Tav cared. She turned onto her stomach, softly sighing, and fell asleep almost immediately, the warm feeling of haziness pulling her under. 

A tingling feeling intruded her dreams. Something wet. And soft. A groan? Tav’s eyes fluttered open, but they felt like lead, so heavy she could barely keep them open. A soft sigh tumbled out of her mouth, and she noticed in passing that it was hanging open, drool having pooled down on the thin and worn out pillow they’d given her. 

A bolt of pleasure shot through her as her hips bucked upwards, but someone… held them down? A flick of the tongue against her asshole. And another. And another. 

Tav grunted as she came to, but barely, immediately losing her focus when she tried to open her eyes and focus on anything. 

Broad strokes lapped at her, and then the tip of a tongue pushed against her ring, and someone was feeling up her ass with both hands. Tav wanted to speak, but she couldn’t. Words wouldn’t form. She sighed. Maybe this was a weird dream? The way her cunt twitched would definitely speak for that…

Sleep dragged her under again, blacking out any more thoughts. 

Something stretched her from within. Wet sounds. Kisses on her neck down her back. Hungry moans from… a man?

Tav’s eyes slowly opened again, and this time, they clung to the light of an oil lamp. Wait. That hadn’t been here before–

“You’re so tight for me, lass”, Rugan groaned in her ear, and it was then that she realized he was buried in her cunt, fucking her. 

A gasp flew out of her mouth, and then a moan, as his thick cock pushed into her without relent, the girth making wet noises as it slid in and out. She wanted to say something, ask something, but the words wouldn’t form. Instead, she muttered out something incomprehensible, mixed with a sound of pleasure as his cock kept rubbing against her walls. 

Her cunt clenched around him, greedy, needy, apparently on its own timeline, because Tav was barely awake to even realize what was happening. 

“Ru–” The name died on her tongue as another bout of dizziness washed over her. Her vision blurred out around the edge, and she drowned under again, losing consciousness once more. 

The next time she came to, her core was on fire. She heard a woman moaning, loudly, vulgarly, and it took her nearly a minute to understand it was her own voice that was making those sounds. Something… no. Someone was rubbing her clit, and wait… when had she turned?

Tav was lying on her back now, and when her eyes finally opened they fell on Rugan, his mouth wrapped around her tit as he sucked on her nipple as if his life depended on it. One of his hands was squeezing her other breast so hard it hurt, but that was only a distant thought, far away on the other side of an ocean of pleasure that threatened to drown her at any moment. 

“Ru– gaaaah—-” She moaned, her hips bucking into him on their own, and then she remembered his other hand, eagerly rubbing against her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. 

“You’re so beautiful”, the Zhent groaned, mouth still half-full with her breast, “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, fill you up so good–” He moaned the last word into her flesh as he bit down, drawing out a mewl from Tav. She didn’t want this. Or. Did she? She wasn’t sure, wasn’t even sure if this wasn’t a dream after all. 

She tried to reach for him but her arm was so heavy, it immediately fell back to the side. Rugan finally let go of her tits, bringing his mouth and hand to her face and throat. As he tightened his grip and constricted the flow of air into her lungs, Tav gasped and gasped, both at the way she could barely breathe, and the fact that her entire body was burning with need. 

“Fuck”, Rugan cursed against her neck, “come for me you whore.”

And with that he shoved his thigh under her leg, propping it up to give him even deeper access, and the new angle was enough to tip her over the edge. Tav cried out as her cunt clenched around his cock, contracting again and again and again as pleasure washed over her, and somewhere in the middle of that he followed her, spurting his seed into her while her muscles tightened around him, milking him dry. 

Lips that tasted like alcohol found her mouth and a tongue was shoved in, a messy kiss finishing the act. Tav couldn’t tell what was real anymore, still breathless from the intensity of her release, and when Rugan pulled out of her, he chuckled. 

“Made a right mess here, lass”, he grinned, and he held her legs up and apart, watching his cum drip out of her before he pushed it back in with his fingers. That’s when Tav felt the wetness under her backside, her own release obviously having been even more intense than she’d noticed. Everything was still blurry, and hazy, but she was slowly coming to, and she saw Rugan size her up in the dim light. 

“You look thirsty”, he said smugly. “Why don’t you have another drink?”

#rugan #bg3 rugan #bg3 smut #cn: dubcon #my writing #drabbles #tripleyeeet asks #cn: noncon

[kokelek]

What is "Dragons hurt dragons" about?

I think I’ve been asked this before, but I’ll answer it again, no problem. This time I’ll give more details. “Dragons hurt dragons” is a story taking place in the same Universe as “A Sand Particle Show”.

PREPARE YOURSELF FOR A MASSIVE INFO DUMP

It is about one of the first civilizations of mortals, created by the god of life SamoDobro and led by the god of death GaderyPoluki. The gods are young and haven't figured out how to properly care for their creations. SamoDobro found that experimenting is the most effective (and fun) way to gain knowledge. He came up with the idea of ​​placing mortals on several small planets with different environments and resources.

The main characters of this story belong to the species called kettle dragons, named after the shape of their planet. (It is actually teapot-shaped but shhh). The Kettle is the biggest and the wealthiest planet of all. Its climate is warm, food is easily accessible and the ground is filled with gold. The kettle dragons grew so full of themselves, they believe to be superior not only to other species, but also to their compatriots. Everyone claimed to be a king or a queen and demanded obedience, but in the planet full of arrogant rulers there is no one to give orders to. They split the land into MANY tiny kingdoms.

The three of main characters: Irys, Passiflora and Tulipan; live in one castle, which is divided into 3 parts that they call their own "kingdoms". They hate each other, especially Irys and Tulipan. For fear of passing on their share to their castle-mates (castle-mate?, is that a word?) after death, each adopted an heir, whose names are Jaśmin, Hiacynt and Jaskier. (also main characters)

Irys -> Hiacynt; Passiflora -> Jaśmin; Tulipan -> Jaskier

There is no solid plot in this story, it is mostly about shenanigans of the main characters and how they deal with living in a such nonsensical society.

They follow a some sort of routine; Jaśmin sneaks out of the castle every night and gives her guardian Passiflora a headache; Irys constantly tries to kill Tulipan and forces Hiacynt to help him with that; Jaskier wants to be a soldier and (without the others' consent) transformed the living room into a training ground.

The kettle dragons' routine was interrupted by a mysterious figure. Its appearance alone arouses confusion because it doesn't fit the description of any existing species.

One day, the outsider climbed the tallest tree in the middle of the cemetery, which is a sacred place for all kettle dragons, and began to speak. He claimed to be the Prophet and the future son of the third god who would soon be born. No one believed him, he was quickly thrown out of the cemetery.

But he never left. Many dragons claim that the Prophet follows them or whispers in their ears while they sleep. Soon, kings and queens begin to disappear without a trace.

The gods don't do anything about it, as they said: "It's finally getting interesting" 👍

Other characters here are: Ocel the furnace dragon, Len the true dragon king, Maciejek, also SemiSue and LostMedia.

#questions #lore #dragons hurt dragons #samodobro #gaderypoluki #Jaśmin #Hiacynt #Jaskier #Tulipan #Passiflora #Irys #the prophet

[viking-raider]

Love At First Sight > Part One

Summary-> Henry finds himself standing at the altar for the celebrity version of Love at First Sight, where he marries Alexa. Once married, nearly every moment of their new life will be documented for a year.

But the real question is, will they be married at the end of that year?

Pairing-> Henry Cavill/OFC (Alexa)

Word Count-> 9.6k

Warnings-> PG: Arranged Marriage, Language, Banter, Alcohol

Inspiration-> Nick and Vanessa Lachey's Love is Blind on Netflix.

Author’s Note-> The correct post! Hopefully the next parts won't so long. Not doing a lo of warning. But there's not many to do. I hope you enjoy! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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–The Wedding–

Henry was terrified as he paced his dressing room, his shaking hands fiddling with the buttons of his suit jacket. He was dressed to the nines, in a dark blue, three-piece suit with a charcoal, button down dress shirt and black tie, sporting thin gold stripes. He glanced at himself in the mirror for the millionth time, seeing his neatly brushed curls that he'd cut the afternoon before in preparation for the event, and the smoothness of his cheeks, lightly adorned with his sandalwood aftershave.

“God, what have I gotten myself into?” He fretted, biting his bottom lip as he turned on the heels of his shining, black dress shoes, to pace the length of the room again. “Marrying someone, I don't know, with the world watching, then having our every moment followed afterward for the next year.” He felt his heart thunder harder.

Henry's agent had come to him, saying that a casting agent for a show about celebrities who marry each other, at first sight, on the altar, after the show's team of matchmakers, therapists, relationship experts and host of other people match them with each other. Once married, a small film crew would follow them around for a year, to see if they would stay married or divorce. At first, Henry declined the offer, four or five times. But, when his agent came back to him with the show's last offer, a week before his thirty-eighth birthday, Henry had been in a mood, feeling his 'clock' ticking on finding a wife on his own, after so many failed relationships, and starting a family.

So, he had impulsively said yes.

Now, eight months later, Henry was dressed in his wedding suit, waiting to be taken out to the altar so he could meet his future wife. Only knowing her first name, Alexa. He had tried to think of all the famous 'Alexa's' he knew, that had the potential to be paired with him, based on the criteria they'd given him. Such as not marrying him to a woman more than ten years his junior, but there were very few and he wasn't allowed to contact them to ask.

There was a soft knock on his door and Henry paused, turning as it opened and the crew member taking care of him popped their head in.

“We're ready for you, Mr. Cavill.” He smiled at Henry, giving him a warm and encouraging smile.

“Right.” Henry smiled back, trying to exude a calmness, following him out.

The crew member directed Henry to the stage, where they had set up the gorgeous altar, motioning to Henry's mark by the Humanist Chaplain, Preston Larson, who also offered a smile and slight nod.

“How are you?” He asked, in a low voice.

“Nervous.” Henry chuckled, smirking at him.

“I would be shocked, if you weren't!” Preston laughed back, reaching out to rest his hand on Henry's shoulder. “But it'll be great.” He told him, hoping to instill some confidence in him.

“I hope so.” Henry mumbled, taking a deep breath, his eyes moving towards the French doors he'd come through, watching the crew close them, signaling that things were starting to really progress and the moment of no return had come.

The assistant director behind the camera signaled and the wedding music started, sending Henry's heart into his throat. Everything he had been worrying over and thinking about for the last eight months rushed him. Who is she? What did she do for a living and how would it interact with his career as an actor? What did she look like? Would they get along and like each other? Or would they end up hating each other? They both had already signed a contract that stated they couldn't divorce or separate, until the one year mark, for the benefit of the show's content, and obviously the ratings. They could live apart, but that was about it. They would still be obligated to see each other for filming, however.

It would be a draw to see them struggle and argue, or just be cold and ignore one another.

The double doors opened and Henry felt his back straighten, his cerulean eyes widening a fraction as his soon-to-be wife appeared around the corner to stand in the doorway. He felt his thundering heart skip a beat and pause. He vaguely recognized her as one of the many 'Alexa's' he had looked up. She was Alexa Forsberg, a thirty year old musician from Norway. Alexa and her band were quite accomplished, having numerous albums and singles out, topping charts and going platinum. Henry was sure he even had a few of their songs on his Spotify playlist.

He thought she looked utterly gorgeous in her dress, as well. She was wearing an elegant lace, fit and flare, applique on tulle dress, that had a beaded and sheer illusion adorned with thin beaded spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neckline. Its finishes were a lace up back closure, matching lace embellished hem and a chapel length train. Her snow-white hair flowed down her back, but was adorned with beautiful braids. He also noticed her left arm, from the top of her shoulder to the crease of her elbow, was tattooed.

Alexa's nervous expression turned to one of surprise, seeing Henry standing at the altar, awaiting her. Of all the people she considered meeting at the altar, the amazing and handsome Henry Cavill was not on Alexa's list. Long or short. She figured he would have women climbing all over him, that he'd have someone in his life.

Seems not. She thought, slowly making her way towards the Brit, manic butterflies swarming her stomach.

Henry instinctively reached a hand out to her, as she reached him, momentarily forgetting the rolling cameras and the promotion photographers that were on them. Alexa smiled and took Henry's hand, feeling the gentle, but strong grasp he had on hers, the signet ring on his pinky cooling her heated skin. He smiled down at her, his blue orbs glittering in the lights, Alexa's knees formed into jelly as she stared up at him, feeling all of his attention on her, and only on her.

“Hi.” Henry greeted her quietly, feeling a jitter of another kind.

“Hi.” Alexa replied, grinning and shyly biting her bottom lip. “It's nice to meet you.” She giggled softly, blushing.

He laughed, his head bowing forward slightly. “It's great to meet you too.”

“Shall we?” Preston gently interrupted, smiling between the two of them.

Clearing his throat, Henry helped guide Alexa up onto the raised altar, before joining her. “I'm ready, if she is.”

Alexa took a deep breath and nodded. “I'm ready.” She said, smiling over at Henry.

Reaching over again, Henry took her hand and gave it a squeeze, knowing that they both were in this weird and strange situation together, wanting her to know he was there, even though they just met. Preston looked between them, sensing a bond forming between them, a rare occurrence on the already four complete seasons of the show. He had a small suspicion that Alexa and Henry could be one of the few successes.

“Today, Henry and Alexa, before I marry you today, it is my duty, before God, to remind you of the solemn and binding character of the vows you are about to take.” Preston declared, reciting from the small black book in his hands, before casting his kind, hazel eyes to Henry. “Henry Cavill, do you take Alexa Forsberg, to be your wife and do you promise to stay true to her, as long as both of you shall live?”

A small lump began to form in Henry's throat, before he felt the light pressure of Alexa's hand, it filled him with the courage and calm he needed, on the outside. “I do.” He nodded, glancing down at her, the smile on his lips widening, upon seeing hers.

Preston smiled at them both. “And Alexa, do you take Henry, to be your husband, will you honor and cherish him, as long as you both shall live?” He asked her, seeing a shy and nervous sparkle in her icy-blue eyes as she nodded.

“I do.” She answered, sounding positive.

“Do either of you have anything to say?” Preston asked, glancing between them.

“I know this is unconventional and we only just met,” Henry spoke up, biting his lip and glancing down at their joined hands. “But I promise to do right by you.” He swore, glancing back into her eyes.

Alexa melted, feeling the weight of his words. “I have all faith in you.” She replied, squeezing his hand. “And in us.”

Preston closed his book, hugging it to his chest as he regarded them. “Henry and Alexa, it gives me great pleasure to declare that you are legally husband and wife.” He announced, clapping.

It was a mindless impulse that caused Henry to carefully cup one side of Alexa's face in his large palm and lean in to kiss her. Not catching himself, until he felt his lips on hers and her momentary hesitation, before returning it. Pulling away, Henry took her hand again and they walked down the aisle, back towards the French doors and backstage, where they would get a little alone together, before doing interviews. After that, they'd be able to change out of their wedding outfits, so they could leave and head towards the airport, where they would fly to their destination honeymoon.

Which, at the moment, neither of them

They made it into the dressing room that connected theirs, with Henry's on the left and Alexa's on the right. It was decorated with roses and rose petals, a bottle of champagne on ice with two champagne glasses, their silver stems curved, so they formed a heart when side by side. Mr. Henry Cavill, Groom, engraved on one and Mrs. Alexa Cavill, Bride, engraved on the other.

Seeing the glasses solidified the situation even more to them.

“I'm sorry about kissing you.” Henry blurted out, carding a hand through his hair.

Alexa giggled, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink, her lips still tingled from the contact. “It's more than all right, Henry.” She assured him, moving over to take a seat and slip off the cut-out heels she was wearing. “I'm sure it's something we'll be doing more of.” She commented, looking up at him.

“True.” He nodded, moving towards the bubbly. “Are you thirsty?” He asked, motioning to it.

“I am.”

Peeling the gold foil off, Henry carefully popped the cork and poured her a half-glass, handing it over, before pouring himself one. “Can I ask, why did you decide to do this?” He inquired, taking a sip and moving to sit across from her.

Alexa blushed again and looked at her engraved name, considering his question for a moment. “I don't know.” She finally answered, her brow creasing as she searched for a better explanation. “Almost all of my brothers are married.” She said, finally taking a drink of champagne, enjoying the dry crispness. “The ones that aren't are either engaged or have kids. Then again,-” She laughed, shaking her head. “I say, almost, like two of them are old enough.”

“Wait.” Henry shook his head, confused. “How many siblings do you have?”

“Oh!” She smirked over at him, leaning back in her chair. “You have quite the gauntlet ahead of you. My parents had eight kids. Seven of which are all boys. Minus myself, obviously. I'm dead center, at number six, with my twin brother, Jakob.”

“Christ alive!” Henry gasped, eyes wide. “And I thought I had a lot of brothers, at four. Who's the oldest and youngest?”

“My brother, Erik, is the oldest. He's forty-four, and the youngest is Einar, who just turned eight.” She informed him, a fond smile on her face. “I can recite everyone else's names for you later.” She giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You'll probably have to tell me a couple times, till I meet them.” Henry laughed back.

“True.” She nodded, amused. “But, I figured I should probably get into a relationship, before Einar beats me to it, and this came up. So, I thought, what's the worst that could happen? A divorce lawyer?” She quipped, but saw a glimpse of light in Henry's eye, telling her he didn't find it quite as funny. “Well, it can't go any worse than my previous relationship. How about you?”

Henry pressed his lips together and stared into his champagne, his shoulders stiff for a moment. “I was engaged once before, when I was in my late twenties, but it didn't work out.” He explained quietly, a sore strain in his voice. “I figured I would be married and have, at least, one kid by now. Yet,-” He heaved a heavy sigh, biting his lip. “Well, I don't. I originally turned the show down a couple times. But, as the thought of hitting forty soon, and not having either of those things, or one of them, hit me. I figured this was, sort of, my last chance at getting that dream, of having what my brothers have.”

He looked over at her, his brow creased and his eyes troubled and slightly glassy. “Do you want kids?” He asked, a worried bubble in his stomach, realizing Alexa could possibly not want to have children.

“I do.” She nodded, honestly, feeling the urge to get up and soothe him. “I'd like, at least, two.” She told him something never talked to anyone about her dream of children before. “Having an only child, being from a large family, is just an odd feeling and it doesn't seem right, knowing the bond siblings give each other.”

Henry felt a tightness that had wrapped around his chest, like a rubber band, snap with relief. “I feel the same way.” He smiled, licking his lips.

“So, where do you think they're sending us on our honeymoon?” Alexa asked, cocking a brow at the black gift box, wrapped in a deep-red satin ribbon-bow.

“Hopefully somewhere warm.” Henry laughed, remembering the pouring rain as he hurried out of the car to get into the building several hours before. Setting his glass aside and picking the box up, he balanced it in his palm, before carefully tugging the bow free and opening the lid.

Setting the lid on the table beside his champagne, Henry reached inside the box and pulled out a card with two plane tickets. “Looks like we'll be spending our two week long honeymoon at a sweet, little villa, in Tamarindo, Costa Rica.”

“Ooo.” Alexa cooed, finishing off her drink. “I haven't been to Costa Rica in a long time.”

“I've never been to Costa Rica.” Henry commented, setting the tickets aside.

“It's beautiful.” She smiled, fondly. “I'm sure you'll love it.”

“I'm sure I will.” He replied, smiling back at her, holding her eyes and felt a bubble and spark in the pit of his stomach, before shifting his gaze to her tattooed arm. He'd never dated a woman so heavily tattooed before, he did have a few exes with one or two in discreet places, but nothing like Alexa's half sleeve.

“Does my sleeve bother you?” Alexa asked, following his eyes.

Henry started, blinking rapidly to try and clear any expression that came across as disapproval or as if it would prevent him from being attracted to her. Which he was. “No!” He blurted out, quickly. “God, no.” He said, in a more natural tone. “It's just I've never been with a woman with such an intricate tattoo before. Two girlfriends I've dated that had tattoos, had them on their ankles. A butterfly and a little, blue heart.”

“This isn't my only tattoo.” Alexa chuckled at him, an amused and playful light in her blue eyes, holding her arms out to him, showing him the tattoos there.

Tattooed on the inside of her left wrist was a heart and pentagram combination, forming a Heartagram, the logo of the Finnish band, HIM. While on right arm, just below her elbow, on the inside, was an infinity symbol with a semicolon interrupting one side of the loop.

“I have a few other tattoos, one is on my back. It's Family, written in Ogham, or Middle Irish, surrounded by my family's zodiac constellations.” She explained to him, unconsciously reaching back to touch the general area where it was. “And what is actually my biggest, and arguably my most important, tattoo is actually on my side.” Alexa touched her left side, biting her lip and hoping she wasn't putting Henry off. “But it sort of branches out to my back and stomach.”

“What's that one?” Henry asked, curious.

“It's the tree of life, Yggdrasil.” She told him, with a sort of pride. “But it's also sort of combined with a Cherry Blossom tree. I love Cherry Blossom trees.” She confessed to him, beaming. “I suffer, I'll tell you this now, from chronic depression, and have since I was a kid. Winter, while has been, ironically, my favorite season, doesn't do wonders for my depression, with the dark and gloominess. But, there's always been this cool sweet spot to it, for me, because outside my flat, there are three Cherry Blossom trees. They're early blooming trees. They're sorta known for being the first sign of Spring being heralded in, and Winter ending.”

“Seeing those teeny, delicate flowers blooming, while everything is still rainy or snowy and dark, right outside my window, is such a breath of fresh air. Like, they're helping me out of my own winter.”

Henry softly nodded, his expression understanding and empathetic. “I can relate to that.”

“Yeah.” She mumbled, looking into her empty glass. “Anyway, I digress! My tattoo is Yggdrasil, but I have Cherry blossom flowers on the branches, with the leaves. The leaves and blossoms mean something, themselves. I add a leave for a person I've lost in my life, with their initials inside of it. While, with the cherry blossoms, I add a blossom for someone that's made an impact on my life. I don't have one for all of my family, I think that would clutter the entire tree.” She giggled, twisting the end of one of her braids. “But, I do have leaves and blossoms for my parents, siblings and grandparents. As well as, one of my uncles.”

“That's very deep.” Henry observed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, wondering if one day he'd have the honor to be one of the Cherry Blossoms.

“Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?” Alexa asked, cocking her head at him. “I know as an actor, it can be a pain for a wardrobe to cover up, if need be.”

“Yeah, they can be quite cross about things like that.” He laughed, nodding his head. “But, yeah, I have actually considered it. Especially, there's a company that can make tattoo ink from cremated ashes.” He explained to her, chewing on the inside of his lip. “I've thought about, when the time comes, to turn some of Kal's ashes into ink and get some sort of tattoo to honor him.”

“That would be so super sweet.” She smiled, warmed that Henry was so devoted to his dog.

“So, what did your parents think about you coming on this show, to marry some random celebrity?” Henry asked, smirking at her.

Alexa laughed, shaking her head with amusement, recalling her family's reaction to her telling them she would be doing the show. “They weren't thrilled. My brothers think I'm crazy and my parents think I should be finding a guy the traditional way. How about yours?”

“They were surprised, but they're supporting me.” He replied, looking down between his feet. “Especially if I end up happy.”

“Well,” Alexa lifted her glass to him. “Here's to us, hopefully, ending up happy together.” She smiled, holding his eye with an expression that told Henry she was being genuine.

“To us being happy together.” He echoed, raising his glass, gently touching their rims together.

There was a knock on the door and a crew member popped into the room, looking between Alexa and Henry, as if expecting to find them either sucking face, being cold and awkward with each other or arguing. But his face changed to one of pleasant surprise, finding them sitting easily with each other, enjoying the bubbly.

“We're ready to start the interviews.” He informed them. “Who wants to go first?”

“Why don't you go first?” Henry suggested, looking at Alexa. “That way, you have more time to keep your heels off.” He said, looking down at her feet, seeing the rosy marks from the heels straps pressing into her feet and the slight swelling, puffiness.

“Thanks.” She smiled at him, grateful for the gesture, since her feet were starting to kill her, standing and following the crew member out of the room and down the hall, where they had a little room set up for the interviews.

Henry got up and poured himself a fresh glass of champagne, before crossing over to his dressing room, while he waited for his wife to return.

– Alexa’s Interview –

Alexa got comfortable on the seat in front of the black and red, damask backdrop they were using to narrow the room and keep the focus on her, with no distractions in the background. She looked towards the camera, watching the crew fuss around behind it and smiled at the assistant director, Riah, who sat perched on a stool, a thick binder in her lap with Alexa and Henry's names on the front.

“How are you feeling?” Riah asked, off camera.

“I feel really good.” Alexa smiled, despite feeling the glass of champagne she had with Henry.

“I'm glad.” Riah smiled, nodding her head, before looking over her shoulder. “Are we ready?” She asked the cameraman, who mumbled something to her. “Great, here we go!”

The light on the camera popped on, signaling it was rolling and Alexa took a deep breath, readying herself for the questions Riah was about to fire at her.

“So, Alexa, you just got married, at first sight, to Man of Steel and The Witcher himself, Henry Cavill!” Riah grinned, nodding her head, like she was trying to instill a bubbly and happy energy into Alexa. “How does it feel?”

“It feels great and surreal!” Alexa answered, blushing softly and giggling. “Of all the people I thought I'd see at the altar, Superman wasn't it. But I'm excited to get to know him, as my husband.”

“Are there any reservations about getting married to a stranger?”

Alexa's brow creased for a moment. “I think to have some concerns would only be natural, in a situation like this. Henry and I have never crossed paths in life before, so we don't know anything about each other. We're bound to find something about the other that creates a conflict or a stress on the marriage. I just really hope, whatever it is, we can work through that.”

Riah grinned at Alexa, giving her a devilish look. “Are there any feelings of attraction going on with you? Do you feel yourself already falling for him?”

“I think you'd be crazy, not to be attracted to him!” Alexa chuckled, smiling. “He's incredibly handsome and--” She paused, licking and biting her lip for a moment. “Yeah, I am feeling a stir of something for Henry. Whether or not, it'll develop into a full blown attraction and love, I think is, maybe, a little too early to say.”

“The two of you just got to spend a little private time together, what was it like?”

“It was very pleasant. He's such an easy person to be around. I feel that I could be myself around him and that I'll be able to trust him. Henry is a real gentleman and I think he'll make a great husband.”

“Do you think you'll be sharing a bed with him, when you arrive on your honeymoon in a couple hours?”

Alexa was caught off guard with her question, not having thought that far into the future yet. “I don't know.” She squeaked, throat tight. “Maybe. We'll have to see when we get to our destination and what the mood is like.”

“What Henry is feeling on the subject.”

– Henry’s Interview –

The wood of the chair was still warm under Henry, from Alexa sitting on it not moments before. He felt oddly at ease in front of the camera, supposing it was because he spent so much time before one for his job. But he felt the gentle simmer of nerves beneath his calm, knowing he and Alexa would be leaving the venue soon for the airport, so they could start their honeymoon. He kept thinking about what it would be like to live with her and if they would manage it.

“Henry, how does it feel to be a married man?” Riah asked, beaming at him as the camera started to roll. “I know you mentioned in several previous interviews, it was a dream for you.”

A startled expression came over Henry's face, not expecting her to bring it up. “It's-uh, it's going great so far! Alexa is very kind and beautiful. I look forward to spending more time with her and learning more about her, to develop our marriage.”

“Have you talked about a living situation yet?”

“Um, no. We haven't spoken about that, quite yet. We just talked about general things. How our families felt about us doing the show and kids.” He replied, shifting in his seat.

Riah's brows went up. “You haven't discussed how you're going to live together, but you've talked about having kids?”

“Yeah.” Henry nodded slowly, realizing his mistake. “It came up, when we were talking about our siblings.” He said, trying to recover.

“Do the two of you want kids?” Riah asked, narrowing her eyes at him. “Should the two of you make it through?” She added an edge in her voice.

Henry didn't answer for a second, wishing he could back track. “We both do, yeah. We'll see through.” He said, carding a hand through his hair, awkwardly. “When we do get through our first year together.”

“Are you attracted to her?” Riah inquired, sensing a bit of tension in Henry’s voice.

“There’s something there.” Henry replied, biting the inside of his cheek. “She’s amazingly beautiful and intelligent. We, I think, have started to connect. So, yeah. I think there’s an attraction starting to form with her.”

“You think the two of you will share a bed?”

“At some point, yes.” He nodded, smirking at her, his smooth cheeks warming up. “Whenever Alexa becomes comfortable with it.”

Getting back to his dressing room, Henry let out a hard breath and loosened his tie, relieved that everything was finished. Now, all he had to do was get out of his suit and gather his things, so he could head to the airport for their flight to Costa Rica.

“With my new wife.” He thought aloud, taking a seat on the couch to unlace his shoe and slipped them off, flexing his toes as he set them aside.

He looked up at the door that led to the adjoining room, then across to Alexa’s, where she was no doubt doing the same thing he was. He wondered if they would be going to the airport together or separately. He hoped they’d be going in the same car, it would give them more time together, on top of the time on the plane to their honeymoon spot.

Sighing, he stood up, unbuttoning his jacket and waistcoat, carefully laying them out on the arm of the couch, then took his pants off. He grabbed the duffel bag he’d come with and grabbed his casual clothes, a tan colored pull over with four buttons on the right shoulder and a pair of dark wash, blue jeans, with his favorite pair of worn, brown boots.

Dressed, he neatly put his suit away in its garment bag and tucked his shoes into his bag, Henry slung the duffel bag across his body and crossed the adjoining room. He paused a moment, considering another glass of champagne, but noticed that the two glasses had vanished.

“Alexa?” He called, lightly knocking on her door.

The door opened and Alexa stood before him, she had gotten out of her dress while Henry was in the middle of his interview with Riah. Exchanging it for a pair of black joggers, one leg pushed up to her knee, a blue and yellow, gunge crosshairs symbol on the thigh, with a Stranger Things Hellfire Club raglan t-shirt. Feet bare other than her multi-colored, flowery and retro-striped Bombas socks. Her hair was braided shill, she had uncoiled several and pulled her hair up into a bun, away from her face and off her slender neck, but one of the thin braids hung down and rested against her chest.

“Hey,” She smiled up at him. “I'm almost ready.”

“That's fine.” He assured her, licking his lips and biting the inside of his cheek, even out of her dress, he found her beautiful. “I was just wondering, if you had grabbed our champagne glasses?” He asked, twisting his upper body towards the table.

“Oh!” She squeaked, blushing with guilt. “I did. I'm sorry.” She nodded, looking down at her feet.

Henry grinned down at her, touched and amused. “It's all right.” He reassured her, gently. “I was just wondering where they went, that's all.”

Alexa looked up at him, biting the corner of her lip. “Do you want yours?” She asked, quietly.

“I'm positive, it's in good keeping with you, Alexa.” He told her sweetly, daring to reach out and tuck her free braid behind her ear. “I'm ready, when you are. No rush, love.” He added, moving away to lounge in the shared room, pulling his phone out, to open the Cavill family WhatsApp group chat.

Henry: I'm officially a married man!

Charlie: Congratulations! Wish we could have been there.

Piers: Cheers, little brother! Can't wait to meet her. What's her name?

Mum: Congratulations, Henry. Your father and I are happy for you.

Henry: Thanks all. It means a lot to me. Her name is Alexa, and I can't wait to introduce her to you all. We're headed off to Costa Rica on our honeymoon, for two weeks. After that, we should be off to meeting family and friends.

Simon: Can you take pictures and share them?

Henry: We can take photos, but there's no sharing any. They want us to get through the honeymoon first. That way, if there's any trouble between us, there's no raging media posting or anything. It also keeps production under wraps a little bit longer. The production for the show will be announcing the show and who's on it after our honeymoon. Since we're celebrities, it's hard to keep something like this secret for long.

Charlie: That makes logical sense.

Henry: Yeah. Once that NDA clears, I'll send you guys photos of her. She's really beautiful.

“I'm ready to go, Henry.” Alexa said, coming into the room, her backpack over one shoulder and dress draped over her arm.

“Great.” He smiled, standing up and pocketing his phone. “Let's hit it.” He said, heading for the door going out into the hallway, but paused. “They might be waiting for us out there.” He told her, not wanting her to feel ambushed.

“True.” She nodded, taking a deep breath, readying herself.

Nodding back at her, Henry opened the door and stepped into the hall, sure enough, down the hall a short way was the cameraman, his camera resting on his shoulder and pointing up their direction. He hit record as soon as he saw Henry appear, followed by Alexa. The exit was exactly behind the cameraman, forcing them to walk in front of him, while he strode backwards. Henry reached behind him and felt Alexa grab his hand, squeezing it hard as she pressed closer to his back.

“Are you excited to relax in Costa Rica?” She asked, looking up at the back of his head.

“I am.” He smiled at her over his shoulder. “It's been a little while since I've had a vacation from work.” He admitted, remembering the last break from work he had, back in 2018, when he took his brothers and sisters-in-law to Fiji. “I look forward to relaxing there with you as well.” He added an impish twinkle in his blue eyes.

Alexa giggled. “You're going to be a handful.”

“To say the least.” He chuckled back, pausing to shove the exit door open and allow her to go ahead of him, then followed her to the awaiting car the show had to take them to the airport.

The cameraman filmed them putting their things into the car's trunk, then got into the back and drove away.

“How long will it take us to get there from here?” Alexa asked, resting back in her seat. “Do you know?”

“Almost nine hours.” Henry answered, pulling the tickets out of his jacket pocket. “But it looks to be a private jet. So we should be nice and comfortable.”

“Mmm, that's nice of them.” She commented, having expected first class on a flight.

“It is.” He agreed, tucking the tickets back into his pocket, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought about getting on the plane, his leg bouncing anxiously.

The ride was quiet, but it wasn't an awkward silence, the two of them watching the rain patter against the dark tinted windows. Their shoulders gently rested together, in an unconscious reminder that the other was there. As the airport came into view, Alexa leaned forward and unzipped a compartment of her backpack, pulling out a black beanie and secured her bag closed again. Henry watched her pull the cute, almost oversized, beanie over her head, a pair of black horns sticking up at the top.

“What?” She frowned over at him, the beanie pulled lower on her forehead.

Henry grinned even more. “You looked adorable with that beanie on.” He told her, lightly flicking one of the horns.

“Oh.” She blushed, biting her lip and scrunching her shoulders. “It's one of my favorite beanies.” She admitted to him. “One of my brothers got it for me, for my birthday a couple years ago..”

“I like it.” Henry said, fussing with his green, Royal Marines Commando hoodie for a moment, as the car pulled up to the doors of the airport, before he got out and moved around the car, opening her door for her.

“Thank you.” Alexa grinned, slipping out into the light rain, securing her bag over her shoulders, before following Henry to the back to grab her dress from the boot.

She watched him pause to pull a worn and faded brown Kansas City Chiefs hat out and secure it on his head, tugging it low over his blue eyes. Alexa understood what he was doing. As much as Henry was using the hat to shield himself from the rain, momentarily, he was using it to hide his face and hopefully keep any potential fans and paparazzi from spotting him. Drawing attention to him and Alexa being together, spreading word through social media that something was up.

“Thank you.” Henry said to their chauffeur, extending his hand to the man, who shook it with an appreciative nod.

Alexa had a gentle smile on her face at the gesture, seeing how kind and much of a gentleman her new husband was. Turning his attention back to Alexa, he extended his hand to her, which she took, with no hesitation, despite all others she felt inside of her. She allowed Henry to guide her through the double-automatic doors and into the hustle and bustle of Heathrow Airport. Biting her lip, she moved a little closer to Henry, who easily weaved a path through the throng of people coming from or going to their boarding gate, carrying or wheeling their luggage.

“You seem to know where you're going.” She pointed out to Henry.

“I've flown out of this airport a few times by private jet.” Henry replied, heading almost straight for security, that would get them through to the VIP area and their terminal.

When they got through security, their jet's crew hadn't arrived yet, so they slipped into the VIP bar across from it to wait. Henry ordered a whiskey on the rocks and Alexa asked for a Dr. Pepper. It was as she sipped at it, that she noticed Henry only grasped the glass in his hand, thumbing the rim and shaking his leg, while his vivid cerulean eyes were distant and cloudy.

“Henry.” She said softly, cocking her head at him, slightly.

“Hm?” He hummed back, only turning his head a fraction in her direction, his eyes never focusing.

“You're not--” Alexa laid her hand on his wrist. “You don't have flight anxiety, do you?” She questioned, concerned by the sudden realization.

Henry cleared his throat hard, finally picking his drink up and taking a deep gulp of the sharp, honey-amber liquid. “I do.” He admitted, with a straight tone. “It's usually not so bad, because I have my dog, Kal.”

Licking her lips, Alexa shifted beside him, her alarm in her eyes, concerned for Henry. “What can I do to help?” She asked, closing her hand around his wrist, trying to be reassuring.

“I don't know.” He answered, finishing his whiskey off.

“What does Kal do for you?” She inquired, rubbing the inside of his arm.

Henry floundered at her question.

Kal was Henry's best friend. He had the American Akita, since he was just a little pup, before his ears could stand up on their own. What very few knew about Kal, was he was a registered Emotional Support animal. For Henry's anxiety, not just on planes. But he helped best, when Henry had to fly. He had wished to bring Kal with him, but had been asked not to, by the production of the show, so he wasn't a distraction on his and Alexa's big day, then their honeymoon. Once that was over, he was more than welcome to be around them.

But he couldn't put to words how Kal actually helped him get through his anxiety from take-off to landing. Just having the Bear close to him, put Henry at ease, like a warm security blanket out of the dryer. So, to that point, he wasn't sure how Alexa could help him keep it under control, during the nearly nine hours they'd be on the jet.

“Have you ever tried surfing before?” Alexa asked, leaning against him.

Henry blinked, confused by the sudden change in conversation. “No, I haven't.” He answered, looking over at her.

“Mm.” She smiled up at him. “When we get to Costa Rica, I want to teach you how to surf.” She said, resting her chin on the top of his shoulder. “So, I hope you have a good sense of balance.”

“Is that so?” He answered, starting to smile uneasily at her. “I think I have pretty good balance. I look forward to seeing you try. Have you ever been scuba-diving?” He asked, feeling the hot knot in his stomach start to relax.

“I've done it once or twice.” She nodded, wrapping her arms around his thick one.

“We'll have to do it while we're there.” He told her, reaching up to brush his fingertips across her cheek.

“I'd really like that.” Alexa beamed, tilting her head lightly into his touch. “I looked up some things to do in Costa Rica, while you were doing your interview.”

“Did you?” Henry cooed, his anxiety down to a manageable level. “Like what?”

“There's some great nature walks, with amazing waterfalls and hot springs, or you can go whale watching, zip-lining and see the island's wildlife. Obviously, there's stuffing your face with the local food.” She rattled off the things she remembered from the website she'd checked, while waiting for Henry to come back from his one-on-one interview.

“The hot springs sound nice.” He commented, cocking an interested brow. “These old, sore muscles could use a nice spa day.”

Alexa giggled at him, shaking her head. “You're not old, Cavill.”

“I'm not young either, Cavill.” He teased back, looking into her eyes.

“Oh,” She sighed, biting the inside of her bottom lip and blinking slowly. “I highly doubt it slows you down any.”

Henry's throat bobbed and a silent shiver ran down his back, realizing she was flirting with him. Seeing the way her eyes darkened and pupils dilated, caused the forming flame in the pit of his stomach to grow in warmth.

“Mr. and Mrs. Cavill, your flight crew are aboard the jet and ready for you.” An attendant announced, as she came up to their table.

“Great, thank you.” Alexa smiled up at her, feeling the muscles of Henry's arm tense up again. “We'll be right there.” She nodded, hoping the attendant would return to station, so she could focus on getting Henry to relax again.

Smiling at the two of you, she turned and exited the VIP bar, Alexa looked to Henry, resting her hand on his board back and scooting closer to him.

“Breathe.” She whispered softly.

“I'm all right.” Henry muttered back, but still took a slow, deep breath. “I'll be all right.” He repeated, nodding his head and sliding out of their booth.

Alexa gave him a gentle look as they made their way to their gate, handing over their tickets and finally boarding the exceptional jet. Henry dropped his bag by one of the seats and turned towards the bathroom, halfway towards the back of the plane. She wished she could do more, as she set her bag down and slid into her seat. Drumming her fingers against the table in front of her, Alexa tried thinking of something she could do that would distract Henry.

Even for a little while.

An idea hit her and she leaned sideways for her bag, digging through it to pull out her Switch and the portable tablet monitor she had for it. Alexa had finished setting it up just as Henry came back from the bathroom and sat down across from her.

“I challenge you.” She said, sliding the blue controller across the table to him.

“To what?” He replied, catching it before it slid off the edge.

“Mario Kart Deluxe 8.” Alexa grinned, turning the game on. “Best winner, five out of ten, decides what we're eating for dinner.”

Henry stared at her for a long moment, he knew what she was trying to do and appreciated it. He felt the bubble of his competitiveness form in his stomach, pulling a smile across his face as he clutched the controller in both hands and rested back in his seat.

“You're on.” He cooed, confidently. “I hope you like curry.” He teased, picking his driver.

“Bowser.” Alexa giggled, nodding her head. “An interesting pick.”

“Who are you going to pick? Princess Peach or Daisy?” Henry teased back, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“Ha!” Alexa laughed, scornfully, before picking Shy Guy. “Shy Guy all the way, baby!”

“You're going to get your butt kicked, love.” Henry tisked, watching her pick a track and readied himself, watching the countdown from the monitor Alexa had positioned between them. “Do you play any other games?” He asked, just as the counter finished and their drivers shot across the starting line.

“I have a load of other games on Switch.” Alexa answered, eyes laser focused on the screen, determined not to let Henry distract her.

“Anything good?”

“Define good?” She asked, cocking an eye at her driver.

Henry chuckled, smirking. “What do you have?”

“You're trying to distract me, Henry.” She commented, shaking her head. “It's not going to work.”

“I assure you, my intentions are pure.” He smirked, tensing for a moment as the track parted and Bowser jumped the gap, colliding with a clear spinning, but iridescent, box with a question mark on it. “Ooo, I got a banana peel. You best watch out!” He warned her, bouncing his brows at her.

“Oh, just a peel? I picked up a shell a lap back.” Alexa replied coolly, but her eyes were mischievous. “I have Zelda, Animal Crossing, a couple Mario Karts, Crash Bandicoot, Spyro, which is one of my favorites. I used to play the original Spyros on the first PlayStation.”

“Showing your age.” Henry teased, playfully.

“I know, right!” She giggled, not offended. “Anyway, I also have Hollow Knight. Oh, and a game called Spiritfarer! Ugh, that game is amazing, but it is an emotional trauma!”

“How is it 'emotional trauma'?” He huffed, frowning over at her for a second.

“The game starts with you playing Stella, who takes over the job of Spiritfarer from Charon.” She began to explain, but paused, seeing Henry's Bowser up ahead of her Shy Guy and focused to catch up to him, the hint of a smile making the corner of mouth twitch, as she primed the turtle shell she'd been hoarding.

“Don't you dare!” Henry warned her, straightening up in his seat, eyeing the glowing blue, speed-boost stripe up ahead of them, then glanced at the banana peel he was sitting on. He didn't want to use it. He was hoping to use it as a last-ditch effort, if need be, to toss out at the finish line, in an attempt to stop her from winning.

“Or what?” She huffed, amused. “Are you going to toss your peel at me?” She taunted him, sending out her shell.

“Shit!” He barked under his breath, swerving in an attempt to avoid it.

“Use those reflexes, Superman!” Alexa laughed, smirking at Henry's maneuvers.

“What about yours!” Henry asked back, tossing out the peel.

Alexa gasped, knowing it was too late. “A cruel fate!” She sighed, watching Shy Guy spin out into the barriers.

Alexa yawned as she exited the jet with Henry, it was almost one in the morning. He looked back over his shoulder at her and smirked, shouldering both their bags.

“I told you, you should have taken a nap.” He cooed, having dozed for a few hours, after they played a couple games together on her Switch.

“Mmm.” Alexa hummed back at him, she had continued to play on her Switch, too worried about Henry's anxiety coming back to fall asleep. “I'm starving though. What are we eating, oh Master of the Mario Kart?”

Henry let out a barking laugh, his wide shoulders shaking with its mirth. He had won seven of their ten games, declaring himself Master of Mario Kart. “I have no idea what they have open at one am, but the Villa will probably have something.”

“Odin, I hope.” She sighed, stifling another yawn.

They got out of the airport and found a car waiting for them.

“Welcome to Tamarindo, Costa Rica, Mr. and Mrs. Cavill.” The driver greeted them, opening the back door.

“Thank you.” Henry nodded, motioning for Alexa to slide in first. “Do you know anything about our Villa?”

“I do, Mr. Cavill.” The driver replied, nodding back.

“Is there any room service or way to get food, this late?” Henry inquired, glancing into the car, licking his lips. “My wife,” A small lump formed around the word, it felt so strange for him to say. “Is quite famished.”

“The Villa does room service, with a twenty-four hour kitchen; should anything strike your fancy in the middle of the night.” The driver assured him, with a soft smile.

“Excellent, thank you so much.” Henry smiled, relieved, before getting in beside Alexa. “We're in luck. The Villa has all day room service, so we can order something to eat, when we arrive.”

“Thank Odin.” Alexa hummed, sighing softly, her blue eyes heavily half-lidded.

Henry smirked at her, gently wrapping a thick arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side, coaxing her head against his shoulder. Alexa didn't protest, nuzzling and curling up against the warmth of Henry's body with a soft moan, losing the battle with her eyes. He gulped, feeling her body grow heavy, knowing she would likely fall asleep long before they reached their destination, forty minutes away.

“We've arrived at the La Villa de Playa, Mr. Cavill.” The Driver whispered, looking through the rear-view mirror and into the back seat, seeing that Alexa was out cold.

Henry looked out into the darkness on the other side of his window, to a sweet, little one-story, white stucco building. It was brightly lit and nestled in the palms, as well as mango, lemon and coconut trees. A short walk to a beautiful, private, white sand beach, to which Henry could hear the crashing waves, even from inside the car. He couldn't wait to explore the property and island with Alexa.

“Thanks for getting us here.” He said, before the driver stepped out to open the door for him, offering to take their bags, so Henry could carefully maneuver Alexa out of the car, hoisting her up into his arms, bridal-style, and turning toward the front door.

“Allow me.” The chauffeur offered, pulling the envelope taped to the door down and opening it, ignoring the little card inside for the key and slotting it into the lock, opening it for Henry and setting their things just inside the door. “Have a good evening and congratulations.”

“Thank you.” Henry mouthed, nodding.

Smiling softly, the chauffeur returned to his car and left Alexa and Henry to themselves.

Looking at his slumbering wife, Henry smiled gently at her. “Welcome to our villa, my love.” He whispered to her, kissing her forehead, before stepping over the threshold with her and pushing the door closed with his foot.

Henry managed to find the master suite and laid Alexa down on the king sized bed, gingerly pulling off her black, slip-on converse and her beanie, before pulling the folded down blankets over her. Groaning, Henry tugged his hoodie over his head and tossed it in a chair across and sat down on the bench at the foot of the bed, removed his boots, flexing his toes and glanced to the crescent wall of sliding glass windows that went out to a private veranda, a large hanging chair at one side and a glass-bead fire pit on the other.

The loud grumble of his stomach pulled Henry from his thoughts and he stood, padding into the bathroom for a moment. Closing the door to relieve himself, he noticed that the black two-person, whirlpool tub was outside. It was positioned in the center of a little enclosed courtyard, shaded by a wooden pagoda, with a bubbling pond and river rock waterfall behind it.

“I wonder if she likes baths.” He hummed to himself, moving over to wash his hands, then tiptoed out of the master and into the kitchen to see if there was anything in the refrigerator to eat. “I need to get some of my supplements over here.” He commented, jerking open the door, finding a reasonably stocked fridge, but nothing that really peaked his growling stomach's interest.

Snagging a cold bottle of water, Henry found the telephone that allowed him to call for room service and a booklet, neatly organized for breakfast, lunch and dinner, along with some desert items, the chef's favorite and the option to customize.

“Kitchen of La Villa de Playa, how may I help you?”

“Yes, this is the Cavill Villa.” Henry answered, frowning down at the menu, balanced on his knee. “I would like three of your chicken Empanadas with some rice and beans.” He ordered, before biting his lip and thinking of Alexa, worried she would wake up hungry. “As well as one of your beef tamales.”

“Of course, Mr. Cavill. We'll have your food done presently.”

“Thank you.” He replied, before putting the phone back on its cradle and carding a hand through his hair, feeling the cool metal of his signet ring.

He looked down at his left hand, his ring finger bare, as was Alexa's. It was to be part of filming, the two of them going out to look for their wedding rings together. His heart skipped and his stomach clenched at the idea of looking at rings. What kind of ring would Alexa want? He remembered the engagement ring he'd proposed to his ex with. It was a simple little thing. He wasn't making the money back then, that he was now. It was white gold, half-carat, cushion shaped diamond, that had cost him just over two grand. She didn't have the best reaction towards it, but at the time she'd said yes to him asking to marry her.

However, they broke up a couple months later.

Sighing, Henry shook the thought from his mind, reminding himself that Alexa wasn't his ex and this relationship wouldn't be the same. He'd do better. He'd be a good husband and prove his worth to Alexa.

Alexa stirred, moaning softly as she woke up, finding herself alone in bed and sat up, frowning into the darkness of the bedroom. “Henry?” She called out, tossing the blankets back and got out of bed in search of her husband. “Hen?” She called again, opening the half closed bedroom door and made her way into the living area, finding Henry sprawled out on the couch with a pillow and blanket.

A smile pulled across her face, seeing his long body stretched out on the short couch, bare feet hanging off the edge, uncovered. She shook her head and detoured into the kitchen, discovering a note from Henry on the island.

I wasn't sure if you'd wake up hungry or not, but I ordered you something to eat. It's in the fridge. -Hen.

“He's so attentive.” Alexa muttered, turning to the fridge and opening it, finding the wrapped plate with her tamale on it.

She found the silverware and perched herself on a stool at the island, digging into her food, moaning at how delicious it was, especially stone cold. Once she was finished eating, she went back into the living room and leaned over Henry, resting her hand on his chiseled chest.

“Henry.” She cooed, looking into his relaxed face, her heart fluttering at how handsome and boyish he looked as he slept, one thick arm flung up over his head. “Henry.” She hummed again, running her hand over his torso, rousing him.

His sleepy blue eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to focus on her. “Are you all right?” He asked, becoming alert.

“I'm fine.” She grinned at him, sweetly. “But why are you out here on the couch?”

“Oh,” He rumbled, licking his lips, brows creasing. “I wasn't sure if you'd want to sleep together and wasn't about to just climb into bed with you, asleep, before we had a discussion about it.” He confessed to her, gulping thickly. “So, I just took the safer option of sleeping on the couch.”

Alexa bit the inside of her lip, touched at his gesture. “I don't mind, if we share a bed together, as long as you don't?” She assured him. “Besides,” She looked him over. “You're not going to be feeling very tip-top, if you sleep on the couch.” She pointed out, smirking.

“No.” Henry sighed, smirking back at her, sitting up with his pillow and blanket.

“Thanks for the food, as well.” Alexa said, as they headed back towards the master.

“Oh, you're welcome.” He answered, perking up a little bit, hearing she'd eaten. “I hope what I got you, was all right?”

“It was great!” She giggled, pulling down the bed's blankets. “I actually love tamales.” She confessed, smiling at him.

“Nailed it, then.” Henry smiled back, moving around the bed.

“Are our bags in here?” Alexa asked, glancing around.

“Uh, yeah.” He nodded, sitting down on the mattress. “I put them in the closet.”

“Cool, I'll be right back.” She said, heading into the walk-in closet.

Henry nodded, then got the bed ready to sleep, looking up as Alexa came back out, in a tank top and a pair of black, Jack Skellington short-shorts. He bit his lip, looking her over, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

“Did you make a pillow wall?” Alexa giggled, sitting on the bed with him, seeing the line of pillows in the middle of the bed, between her and Henry's sides.

“I did.” He nodded, laying down and pulling the blankets over himself.

Alexa laid down with him and grabbed one of the pillows, smacking him in the chest with it. “Are you afraid of your wife's cooties, Henry Cavill?” She teased him, giggling harder at the offended expression he gave her.

“Not married for twenty-four hours and spousal abuse already.” He huffed, grabbing one of the other pillows and whopped her back with it. “And no, I am not afraid of whatever cooties my wife may or may not have.”

“Well then!” Alexa huffed, grabbing the last pillow and tossed it in his face, before moving into the space the pillows had been, their legs touching. “Have my cooties!” She said, burrowing under the blankets.

Henry looked at her, almost hidden in the blankets and smiled. “All right then.” He whispered, turning onto his side to lay facing her. “You can have my cooties too.” He mumbled, draping his arm over her waist and resting his chin on top of her head.

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Living Sanctuary

Hemmer x fem!reader (can be read as romantic, however is more platonic with developing feelings) Words: 2.3K Summary: She never really learned anything about his home. Until one day she did Inspired by this post from @nichestartrekkie0-0 (If fanfics not your thing, just ignore this :)) so please chek out their art it's AMAZING

A drop of sweat ran down her forehead, down her temple, down her cheek and was wiped aside by her sleeve before it could fall to the floor.

Her arms felt heavy, but she didn't dare move them for fear that the objects in them would fall to the ground and shatter. Something she could not afford, after all, Hemmer needed these things. At least she was certain there was no harm in them.

The cooling system was offline and no matter how hard the engineers tried, it wasn't getting any better. In the end, it had turned out to be a fault in the system, which could be rectified by a simple reboot.

The problem: this reboot took several hours.

Hours in which the Enterprise had become uncomfortably warm, at least by her standards. She knew from Spock that he enjoyed the temperature and Uhura also had few problems with the change.

However, apart from the fact that everyone felt temperatures differently, she knew that there was one person who would not like it at all: Hemmer.

Based on what she had heard from some of the junior engineers, Hemmer was in an even worse mood than usual, and the temperature was so bad that M'Benga had sent him to his quarters to rest for fear that the Aenar would suffer heat exhaustion. Something that would be even more fatal for Hemmer's species than for her own. M'Benga had eventually interrupted her, lying panting on the sofa, and asked her to check on the Aenar. After all, they both knew how incredibly stubborn their friend could be.

She had agreed without hesitation. Hemmer might have his rough edges, some of them deadly sharp, but he had a heart of gold and she cared for him deeply.

He was a good friend on whom she had always been able to rely, so she would not let him down now. Even if he was still unaware of his luck.

With her elbow, she managed to press the button next to his door, alerting him that someone wanted to come in. For a few moments she stood in the corridor, people walking past her and looking at her strangely, wondering if he was even there. Perhaps he had thrown caution to the wind and gone back to work?

She immediately shook her head and dismissed the idea. Hemmer might be stubborn from time to time and not listen to advice, and when he did he did so reluctantly, but he was not self-destructive.

If Doctor M'Benga told him that the work posed a risk to his health, he would follow the doctor's instructions, grumpily, but he would do it.

Hemmer didn't give her much time to think about it. The doors opened and she quickly entered to avoid standing around stupidly in the corridor any longer. Inside it was only slightly less stiflingly hot than outside, but it wasn't any hotter either, which she saw as a plus.

She looked around searchingly, but couldn't spot the engineer. "Hemmer?" Carefully setting the items down on the sofa, she decided to take off her uniform jacket.

The top underneath would have to do, otherwise she would suffer from heat exhaustion. "Are you all right? Where are you?"

There was silence for a while and she began to wonder whether the door had opened by chance and he was actually somewhere else, but at that moment Hemmer's muffled voice rang out. "I'm fine."

She wheeled round to the bathroom where his voice had come from and only now did she realise the faint sound of falling water. Of course, she silently scolded herself. When the air was too hot, water was an excellent way to cool off.

With long strides, she walked to the door and stopped so that the opening sensor could not detect her. "May I come in?"

A grunt sounded and she frowned worriedly when an approving grumble came from Hemmer.

"M'Benga asked me to come round," she explained as she stepped into the bathroom. "Besides, I was worried about you, I mean, I'm almost dying in these temperatures, I can hardly imagine that it's pleasant for-" As soon as her gaze fell on Hemmer, she faltered and stopped, stunned by the sight before her.

Hemmer seemed to have noticed, as she fell silence surprised and huffed.

"I know I know, I look like a drowned beaver, or whatever you humans call it. But it's the only way to survive this heat."

She broke out of her stupor long enough to lift the corners of her mouth in slight amusement. "It's 'you look like a drowned rat'. And, that's not what caught me by surprise."

Even if this was of course partly to blame for her sudden hesitation, after all she had never seen her friend in such a position before. He sat on the floor of the shower, clever idea the tiles were also cold, and let the cool water run down his body. Consequently, his hair clung to his face in lengthy strands, while his antennae swayed in a dance-like manner, evading the droplets in a game known only to them. But as already mentioned, it wasn't that which had left her speechless.

It was the sight of Hemmer clad in nothing more than shorts, snugly embracing his well-defined muscles, stretching just halfway up his thighs, which intensified her warmth.

This alone would have been enough to induce a blush, but something else caught her off guard. The tattoos.

Dark blue, almost black, tattoos meandered in wavy patterns across his physique, from his chest to his shoulders to his arms, down to his legs and, she surmised, down to his back. They reminded her somewhat of the traditional tattoos of the Maori or the Polynesians, indigenous peoples of Earth, but at the same time they looked completely different, like two worlds at opposite ends of the galaxy.

Hemmer cleared his throat, apparently waiting for an answer, and she squatted down in front of him to be at eye level with him. It may not have done him much good, but she felt more comfortable not having to stare down at him. "Don't take offence, but I didn't expect to find my best friend naked in his shower."

"I'm not naked," he grumbled and she grinned slightly as he tugged at his trousers like a grumpy child. "Besides, I didn't realise you had tattoos." His antennae went up for a moment before returning to their dance and Hemmer frowned. "No? I thought you knew." She laughed softly as she watched drops of water drip down his cheekbones. "How was I supposed to know? It's not like you're regularly parading around half-naked in front of me."

"Do I hear disappointment?" His voice and his grin were provocative, teasing and elicited a laugh from her. "Definitely not." Still, she couldn't ignore the tingling in her stomach, even if she tried her best.

They were silent for a few moments before Hemmer sighed and gestured for her to come closer. "I can feel the heat radiating off you. What's the point of you falling over on me here?" He did his best to sound disinterested, but she knew him well enough to know that he was genuinely worried about her.

She hesitated for a moment, but decided that modesty really wasn't appropriate at this point, and kicked off her trousers and socks so that she was squatting in front of him in her top and panties. No problem, she thought to herself and shifted her weight onto her knees.

She crawled over to him and let out a low cry of shock as the cold water hit her heated skin. It felt like tiny needles were piercing her skin and she pulled back, however Hemmer didn't seem to let that happen.

He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him with such force that she bounced against him and only prevented him from headbutting her by resting her hands on his chest. Not that she would have done anything to him.

She would have been the one with the concussion.

The cold water beat down on her mercilessly. She squealed and wriggled on Hemmer's lap, only realising later that she had landed there, but he didn't allow her to escape.

"You're burning up," he murmured and pulled her a little closer to him so that her hot skin was pressed against his pleasantly cool skin. "So stop squirming or I'll tie you up."

"Kinky," she murmured as her body seemed to slowly acclimatise to the difference in temperature. "Keep it down," came the reply and she grinned softly, slowly relaxing. The water felt good.

Gradually, she felt the feeling of stifling warmth disappear and her glowing skin lowered to temperatures that seemed more bearable, judging by the fact that Hemmer was now relaxing beneath her as well, even leaning into her touch.

"Aren't I too warm for you?" He just shook his head before leaning it against the tiled wall behind him, a slight smile on his face. "It's acceptable. Besides, I know my skin is cool enough to give you relief." She snorted at his posturing, but made no move to free herself from her place on his lap.

"Actually, I came to help you with that." He chuckled softly. It was a sound that came from deep in his chest, where she was still resting her hands, deep and real, and she felt warmth spreading through her again, but this time a different kind of warmth.

"I'm used to getting used to this kind of heat. Have you ever been to California? It was just as bad." She nodded, giving in to exhaustion after a while and leaning her head against his shoulder. "You are indeed nice and cool."

Her hands wandered from his chest to his arms when something struck her and made her lift her head. "Wait, are your tattoos prominent?"

Her fingers danced over the patterns of his tattoos, eliciting a shudder from him that she didn't realise, and sure enough, she could tell that the tattoos weren't just ink poked under the skin, but actually stood out with slight bulges.

They were barely noticeable unless you were sitting half-naked on top of each other, though she guessed it was a lot easier for the heightened senses of the Aenar to detect.

"It would be strange any other way," Hemmer returned with amusement, placing a hand on hers and running it along his collarbone. "Considering we Aenar are blind." Heat rose to her face. She had actually forgotten for a moment that Hemmer himself was blind.

" They're beautiful," she murmured softly, fascinated as she continued to run her fingers tentatively over the patterns of his skin. "You are beautiful." Hemmer left it uncommented, but closed his eyes and his antennae followed her movements.

"Do they mean anything?" He nodded slightly and guided her hand to his upper right arm, where a ring wrapped around his bicep. "Every male Aenar gets a tattoo like this when he comes of age. It's a symbol that we're old enough to serve our people and contribute."

Next, he went to some lines that snaked down his neck to his shoulder blades. To reach them, she had to lean so close to him that his hot breath brushed her face. "These lines symbolise my connection to my family. Can you feel the corners where they end?" She breathed in agreement. "Each of those corners represents a member of my family." There were five in total.

Next, their hands travelled together to his thighs. "These tattoos symbolise the balance of our society, our harmony with nature. The Aenar must live in tune with their environment and learn to live with it to prevent the deadly cold from overtaking them. They humble us, in a good way, and remind us of our place in this world, this universe."

Finally, Hemmer brought her hand to his chest, where the lines formed an intricate pattern that she could not describe in words. "These represent my devotion to healing, to repairing. They are not mandatory among the Aenar, but this pattern represents our pacifist representations. They visualise my duty, my morals, my life."

He did not guide her hand further, but did not release it, so that her hands, covered by his, rested on his chest. Her gaze fell on his left forearm, which was the only part of his body, with the exception of his face, that was completely free.

"And what about here? Is there a reason why there are no tattoos here? Or is it some kind of cultural ban on having them there?" Hemmer shook his head, chuckling softly, and carefully clasped his hands with hers, causing her breath to hitch.

"It's not a cultural taboo to have tattoos there, quite the opposite. The tattoos there represent the family you have established. After the wedding, a band of blue colour is applied below the elbow, decorated with small ornaments. For each child born from this marriage, another band is added."

Fascinated, she looked at his arm and, releasing her left hand from his, ran it over his skin, where a marriage bond would probably be visible in the future. "And what if you get divorced? Are these tattoos reversible?"

 "No." Hemmer took her hand in his again and traced invisible patterns on the back of her hand. "However, divorces are very, very rare for us. We choose our partners with great care, nothing less than perfect comes into question."

She slowly raised her eyes and released her hands to continue tracing the patterns on his skin. "So, has anyone caught your eye yet?"

A hint of a smile appeared on his lips and he carefully lifted his hand to brush a wet strand of hair that was stuck to her face behind her ear, where it remained against her cheek.  "Maybe."

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Day 21

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Satyr Vash X F!Reader 

CW:  Nudity, Blood, bleeding, awkward conversations, shower sex, hand job, oral sex, blow job, penis in vagina sex, riding, cock warming, cream pie, lots of cream pies, consensual somnophilia, time jumps, mentions of pregnancy

Word count: 7965

A/N: Day 21, Since I seem to like causing myself pain. Have another giant monster Vash fic. This time with a Satyr! This fic came to be because of a find of mine and you can find their art here!

You honestly hadn’t expected it, after moving back to the old country and taking over your grandmother’s estate. The grapevines overrun with other leafage and foliage wondering what she had done in the past few years for money. At least you had enough funds sitting in your bank account from your corporate job to cover a few years of working to get some kind of money to keep yourself afloat. 

So one day, in an old pair of coveralls and beat-up sun hat seeing what you thought was a pair of goat legs in among the grapevines you’d smacked its hindquarters, expecting the goat to run away. You sure as hell hadn’t expected it to yelp and stand up revealing a human torso. A heavily scarred human torso. 

A heavily scarred attractive human torso with pretty teal eyes and blond hair, who was looking at you like a scared animal. As your gaze went downwards you felt the blood rushing up your cheeks, quickly turning around. “Oh, my god.”

“Ugh, hi there. I have to admit I’m not used to seeing anyone in these fields, sorry about that.” 

Whipping around so quickly you’re certain some of your bones creaked “You can talk!” Surprised by your reaction and slightly taken aback, rubbing his one hand along the back of his head.

“Well yea.” Tilting his head as if he’s confused even more at your words. “How else would I communicate?” 

That had been the start of you getting to know the Satyr, sitting down with him that afternoon and talking, learning more about him and him about you. His name was Vash, and he’d been hiding on the property for almost a decade, having picked it because your grandmother hadn’t been that active. Turns out he’d been helping her without her ever knowing, something you thanked him for. 

As the two of you spoke, you kept looking at his scars and his missing arm, trying to not be too obvious but he had to have seen your wandering eyes. His voice grew somber as he stated not all humans were kind. That had burned your heart, offering him a hand and telling him you’d like to be kind to him. He’d taken it and smiled. 

When you saw where he’d been sleeping, you’d sighed, offering him a room inside the large house if he wanted it. Hoping it wouldn’t come across as rude with you essentially saying his home was a dump. He’d taken you up on your offer, choosing a small room on the main floor saying he’d want to come and go as he pleased and didn’t want to bother you. 

It hadn’t taken long for a friendship to form between the two of you, him helping explain more about the local flora while you worked. He always helped you in other ways since he was taller than you and knew far more about the land that belonged to you at least on paper. At this rate, you’d have grapes for next year to try and turn into wine, and Vash said he knew a little about that too. He was a gold mine of information you were beyond happy to have met and call your friend. 

Weeks passed, and before you knew it an entire season had come and gone, changing from spring to summer. A time you found yourself working in the mornings and evenings and hiding from the midday heat. You’d also taken it upon yourself to try and get Vash to start wearing pants. A concept that confused the hell out of him. 

“Why do I need these? They look stupid.” Holding the end of the loose pants you had made for him that would hide his hooves and well. 

Permanent erection. 

Something you tried to avoid looking at.

“Vash. It’s because you’re very distracting.” Frowning at you and the light blush you’re certain is visible on your face because of the burning you feel.

“These won’t make me less distracting.” Slapping your hands to your face and dragging them downwards.

“Vash. I swear, they very much make you less distracting. At least for me.” Muttering the last part under your breath. 

“Look this is just terrible!” Letting go of the fabric and watching it drop to the floor as he walked away, blond tail swishing behind him clearly annoyed. How the hell were you supposed to explain it was distracting seeing a part of your friend on display that you wanted to do terrible things to. 

The next morning Vash reappeared, the telltale twitch of his tail telling you he was still a little upset with you. Running a hand through your hair before setting the worn sun hat back on your head and approaching him. “Vash.”

“Oh. Am I not too distracting this morning?” His one hand tucking on some of the invasive vines from some of the fruit trees that had been being choked by the flora growing around them. Clearly frustrated.

“Vash. Can I try and explain a little better?” Watching him raise an eyebrow before turning towards you. Feeling the blush starting to grow across your cheeks.

“I. Find… a part of you very distracting” trying to keep your voice soft and hoping he won’t press too much. Instead, he’s just tilting his head at an angle, like he still doesn’t understand. “I” making a vague motion towards his abdomen and the thick appendage hanging there “find that distracting.” Well aware of the heat radiating from your cheeks, certain you’re flushed with embarrassment. 

“Oh. OH.” Looking down before looking back to you, concern growing on his face as he stepped closer dropping the flora from his hand to touch your cheek. “You feel warmer than normal. Are you alright? Is it too warm for you?”

You almost laugh at his concern “I'm ok. It’s more the feeling awkward about my explanation.” A small chuckle passes your lips, watching the concern fade away but his hand stays on your cheek.

“Is that why humans wear clothes?” It’s asked so innocently you just smile at him.

“Yea. It’s part of the reason. Sorry humans are strange like that.” A brief nod before he removes his hand, reaching down to grab the removed flora to bring it to the growing pile he keeps telling you will make good compost for the grapevines one day. Watching him go you smile, the blush remaining on your face well into the afternoon. 

When he reappears that evening you notice he’s wearing them, grumbling a little about how strange they look and feel. You don’t fully know why, but you close the distance wrapping your arms around him from behind and pressing your face into his scarred back. “Thank you, I know this is more for my comfort than yours.” 

Unaware when you leave him and head back to your own self-appointed evening chores that his face is a bright pink, Vash is well aware of the reason for his blush and well aware such feelings would never be returned. 

More time passed and you made Vash a few pairs of shorts since he understood the reason for them better and not wanting him to feel like you were ashamed of him. You had to admit to yourself, he was a very attractive fellow, and damn did he have one sweetheart of a personality to match. Sighing as you thought about it, it is not like he’d ever have feelings for a human, you were just a friend. 

Hearing a familiar yelp you dropped what you were doing, running across your property towards Vash jumping and darting around obstacles. Seeing Vash on the ground and hissing, his hand bleeding as he tried to remove something from around his leg. Dropping beside him and moving his hand you find yourself hissing as well.

A coil of rusted barbed wire wrapped about his leg slicing into the back of his calf, the white fur stained pink. “Hang on Vash. Let me go get the wire cutters.” Darting off again, and making a small detour into the house to grab the first aid kit. Back at his side you quickly cut the wire, hands gentle as you remove it from his skin, looking around to see if there aren’t any other pieces sticking out of the ground. A sigh of relief that this seems to be the only one on the surface.

Opening the first aid kit and grabbing a sterile bandage you pour a bit of alcohol onto it before looking into his eyes. “This is gonna sting. Probably a lot.” Nodding for you to continue, you dab away from the cut trying to keep the dirt out away from it, hearing him hiss you stop. Reaching for his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze, watching as he bit his lip.

“It did sting. A lot.” You laugh at his comment, watching his face flinch ever so slightly as you keep working trying to keep your touch gentle.

“It doesn’t need stitches or anything, but I’d like to try and wrap it” another nod, and you press a new sterile bandage to the cut and start to bind it in place. “You’ll tell me if it’s too tight right?” A brief nod and you keep working, happy with how tight it is, and securing it in place. “Can I look at your hand?” Taking the hand and cleaning it the same way, his fingers needing a few bandages, most of the cuts shallow from him trying to free himself.

Once done you pat his thigh, smiling at him and blushing all of a sudden at the way he’s staring at you gazing ardently at your face. “Thank you.” All you can do is stammer out an acknowledgment as you stand up. As Vash pushes himself he almost lands on the ground again, but not before you’re wrapping your arms around him. “I… Think I might need help getting back to the house.” Adjusting so you’re under his shortened arm, supporting his injured leg and the two of you hobble back to the house. 

As you both get inside and help him into his room and onto the mound of pillows he uses as a bed you smile kneeling down next to him. “Anything I can get you while you rest up in here?” 

“Not right now.” Smiling back at you while he leans back “You’re a good caretaker you know.” For whatever reason that has you blushing as you head back out, heading back to where Vash had been and going through the soil pulling up several feet of wire and dropping it into the metal scrap pile beside the house and ensuring nothing is sticking out. 

Later when you check in on him you have to smile, softly snoring and his foot twitching once in a while. Moving closer and running your hands along his leg near the injury, still fascinated by how soft his fur is. Another short snore and you smile, leaving him be and feeling the blush returning to your face. 

The next day Vash is just moving slowly, and both of you work together to see if you can find more wire, not wanting to see Vash injured because of something like that again. 

When a heat wave strikes out of the blue in the middle of summer, the pair of you stay inside the house trying to keep cool. Both of you laying on the floor heads next to one another while you talk and your feet pointing in different directions. 

“Alright, best fruit?” You ask, looking up at the ceiling. 

“Apples. Easy.”

“Really? That took like, no time to come up with that answer.” Turning your head enough to take in his profile.

“Apples are the best fruit.” His voice is clear he’ll accept no argument.

“I think grapes are the best fruit” you fire back. “They can be made into wine, and they can be frozen. A great snack for a hot day.” 

A snort from him. “What a human answer.”

“Hey now! I’m human, what’d you expect?” Turning your body to slap his shoulder in mock anger.

“And I” Vash rolling over to face you “have never held that against you.” Surprised when he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours. A light chaste kiss that you don’t get to respond to, and Vash reels back as quickly face going red. “I… I need to go for a walk.” Standing and moving quickly, hearing the door open and close before you’re even on your feet running to the door in your bare feet. No sign of him as you look out across the yard, running your hand through your hair and looking down at the ground. 

It’s almost evening before he comes back, and you’re sitting at the small table in the kitchen when he walks in. “Hey” his head snapping up as you speak, face flushed before looking to the side. Sliding off the chair and walking to him “You kind of ran away before I could say anything.” Reaching up to cup his cheek and turning his head to look at you “You worried me a little Vash.” 

“I didn’t want to stick around. I…” one of his hooves moving and sliding along the floor, a clear sign he’s nervous. “I shouldn’t have done that.” 

“If it was just the heat of the moment it's ok Vash.” Keeping your voice soft and starting to pull your hand away.

Or at least you tried to, his own hand coming up to keep yours in place against his skin. “What if it wasn’t?” He sounds like he’s ready to be thrown out of your life and it breaks your heart. 

“Then that’s ok too.” This time you choose to take the risk, pushing yourself up onto your tip toes and pressing your lips to his keeping the kiss as chaste as he did, pulling away and landing flat on your feet. “It’s umm. Kind of nice knowing I’ve got someone as attractive as you kissing me.” Feeling your cheeks heat up at the admission.

A long pause and you’re afraid it might have pushed him a bit too far, feeling the smile drop from your face. Maybe it was you who shouldn’t have done that. Vash removes his hand from yours, and you pull your own back feeling so small.

Suddenly up in the air, your back pressed against the wall and Vash kissing you like his life depends on it. His one arm wrapped around you, hips being used to keep you up in the air and you find your hands moving to tangle in his hair. Elbows pressing into his shoulders as you part your lips to deepen the kiss, moaning against him and the taste of apples on your tongue.

Panting when you break apart and look into his eyes. “If you say you shouldn’t have done that I am going to be, so mad.”

“Then I won’t say it” laughing you kiss him again, and again. Until you feel lightheaded, the back of your head hitting the wall while you try to catch your breath. 

That night you sleep with him in his pile of pillows, listening to his heartbeat and tracing some of his scars. 

In the morning you’d woken up to him playing with your hair, and once he realized you were awake pulling you closer for another kiss.  Well more of a round of kisses, that you found easy to enjoy since you could already feel the heat of the day building.

When the heat wave finally broke you kept sleeping with Vash downstairs, enjoying waking up and going to bed each night to his lips on yours. 

One day you also laughed as you and Vash enjoyed a short lunch under an apple tree, Vash having an apple in his mouth and another in hand. Looking at you cutely as you asked him something, unable to answer and looking at the apple in his hand like he didn’t want to put it down. 

Reaching up to take the one from his mouth while a few petals from the tree fell onto his hair, making him look somehow even cuter in your eyes. Question forgotten you lean closer for a kiss under the tree, watching his cheeks darken, pulling away again to take a bite of his apple before offering it back to him as a tease. Watching him grin as he opened his mouth to take it back and keep eating it. 

Another nice result that came from your closer relationship, still not sure what to call it, was that any chance he had Vash liked to touch you. From running his hand along your arm or pressing his chest against your back and rubbing his face along yours. He liked it even better when you had less clothes on. 

One day closer to the waning days of summer you were sat on the floor in a pair of shorts and your bra, running your hand along his calves and hooves. “So these are the bones of your foot?” 

“My hooves are, like your toes.” Laying back while you play with the soft fur, pressing your fingers against the bones you feel. 

“So. This” pressing around where what you would call his ankle is “is like the bones in my feet? Or is it an ankle?”

“Like the bones in your foot” Still looking at his foot and leg you start running your fingers through his fur. Humming as you start using both hands, watching the fur slip through your fingers.

“So soft” you whisper, tracing patterns in his fur where the gradient changes from the same blond in his hair to the pale white. 

“Your hair is soft too” feeling your face flush, and he’s sporting a similar look as he sits up. A thought comes to you, and you blush a little more. 

“Can I brush your fur, hair, and tail sometime?”

“Um. I should be clean before you do. I’m kinda dirty right now” his hand rubbing against the back of his head. Sending him what you hope is your best bedroom eyes you smile, shuffling closer to the main part of his body and kissing his throat.

“Can I help you get clean too then?” A blushing mess as he stammers out a yes, both of you heading to the bathroom he uses to get clean in. A coarse brush to clean what skin and fur he can reach. As you strip yourself a little nervous, you feel those nerves fade away as he touches your skin gently, exploring some of the skin he’s never felt before. Before either of you get too distracted you look into his teal eyes. “Can you show me how you use the brush?” 

“Right. Yea.” Picking up the brush you watch the way he lathers it up with an old bar or soap before pressing it against his skin and then moving to his fur. The pink hue remained on his cheeks. 

Getting the idea you take the brush from him and get to work, hearing him moan as you scrub along his back, taking extra care around his scars. Still working on his backside and reaching his tail you smile, the occasional twitch taking it from your hands as you lather the soft strands. “How does it get so tangled?” Laughing as you grab it once more, almost done.

“I go through the bushes and stuff gets stuck in it.” Laughing with you and letting out another happy hum.

“Maybe we should do this more often than to keep it from getting too tangled?”

“I… Can’t reach parts of it. So that would be nice.” Voice a little somber and you flinch, realizing your mistake. 

“I’ll brush it every night if you want. You just need to ask.” Getting him to turn so you can face his front after you finish with his tail, placing a kiss on his scarred chest before starting to clean it.

Washing his arm is interesting, as he giggles and laughs so much, learning the underside of his arm is ticklish. Something you plan to use to your advantage if you ever need to, his shorter arm not taking as long.  He’s watching your face intently as you finish with the stub, catching his gaze and keeping eye contact as you kiss the end of it.

Now as you face him, you find yourself swallowing. It makes sense to start at the top of his thighs and work your way down his legs so the suds would trail down his fur. Biting your lip as you look at his bobbing erection. Heading lifting as you feel his hand slide along your arm. “I can look after that area if you want.” His voice is whisper soft, and he’s smiling at you.

“Um. Can I… Can I try something?” Your own voice is just as soft, and when he nods you reach up to get him to bend forward a little to kiss him. Wrapping your hand around his cock as you deepen it, making him moan into your mouth. Pulling away so he doesn’t have to bend you keep moving your wrist, adding a twisting motion while he keeps moaning.

Tip to base and back up again, enjoying the way he twitches in your hand as you keep repeating the motion. Pressing your head to his chest at an angle so you can watch his cock as you keep working him. “Can I. Touch you?” his voice hoarse and starting to pant you smile, tilting your head to look up at him.

“Of course, you can.” As soon as the words are out of your mouth his hand is pressing against the skin of your ribs, touch gentle and explorative as he dips his fingers down to your abdomen before sliding up and pressing against your breast. Humming as he touches you, moaning as you like certain things, and still pumping him. 

Looking back towards his cock, noticing the head has turned red, you smile, kissing his chest and twisting your wrist as you tighten your grip. Vash whines in your hold and you start to pump him faster, keeping your hand closer to his tip. His hand is no longer wandering, moving to your back so his arm is wrapped around you, whining his head falling forward against your own. Tightening your grip just a bit more, and after a few more pumps Vash groans in your ear, his cum spurting upwards with enough force to hit the underside of your breasts as his hips strutter. A few more slow pumps to get the last of his seed from his balls and you stop, releasing his member and giving your hand a flick before sliding it along his belly.

“Feel good?”

A soft moan is your answer, amazed his cock is still erect, and when he feels more stable you look up. Vash is quick to close the distance and kiss you again, when you break away you start cleaning his lower body, enjoying the feeling of his soft fur between your fingers. Once he’s washed you brush out his dried fur and find Vash far too curious about bringing you to a similar release before you go to bed. 

A new routine added to your day, and you can’t complain, every night brushing his fur and learning more and more about each other's bodies with your hands.

As summer turns to fall, while it’s still rather mild at least compared to where you had lived previously, you and Vash are working hard, harvesting fruit from the different trees around the property. Bins of them being stored in the earth cellar, enough that you almost think you might fall over them, even if you have to giggle at all the bins of apples. 

Heading back outside you don’t get far, almost running into Vash. Whose cute pointed ears are pulled back, a bring pink blush across his cheeks. And an arm load of apples. 

“Ugh. Vash. Sweetie. I think we have enough apples.” Watching the blush on his face slowly darken into a deeper hue. 

“These are special apples. I umm” one of his hooves is doing that cute little nervous drag thing and you reach out to rub his upper arm. “I got them for us. For something special.” 

This time it’s you going a little pink, pushing some of your hair behind your ear “oh.” Moving backwards you open the door and run to get a bin for him to put his precious prize into “what makes them special?”

A short flinch and a swish of his tail, unsure if he’ll answer you based on his response. “They’re from a special tree. A little ways away from here… my brother looks after it.” The way his voice drops leaves you reeling, learning your sort of, well you aren’t even sure what the two of you are, but learning he had a brother was interesting.

“Oh. You have a brother? You don’t talk about him much.” Taking the apples from his arm and placing them into the bin, once the final one was stored in the wooden container you turned your attention back to Vash, his voice serious. 

“He’s my twin. We don’t really see eye to eye. On a lot of things.” Stepping so he’s close enough that one of his legs is brushing up against yours, his hand moving to cup your jaw. “Including how we feel about humans. Please, don’t go looking for him. Ever.” You don’t miss the note of desperation in his voice before he pushes his lips against yours. The way he kisses you this time feels so different than any other time like he’s afraid for you. 

As his lips leave yours, both of your hands move to tangle in his hair making sure when you open your eyes you stare into his. “I promise. I won’t.” Body still pressed to his, as he nods closing the distance between the two of you once more. 

A few weeks later, during a spell of rainy days you find yourself in a baking mood, rolling out crusts and making a few pies. Making sure when you picked the fruit you didn’t take any from the apple bin that contained the special apples. 

As you worked, hair tied up and elbow deep in flour you were unaware of a pair of eyes watching you. Focused on your work, and humming to yourself, a small skip in your step. 

Vash is watching you, a soft smile, you’re so different from all the humans he’d met before, those that thought him a freak. He’d been attacked, rocks and worse thrown at him, some wanting to catch him to sell him off as some exotic pet. But you? You just looked at him in a way that made his heart swell in his chest, treated him like he was a living being that deserved to be treated as such. You’d offered him a home, listened to him speak, treated his wounds, shared his bed, and in all these things you never tried to get him to do something he didn’t want to do. 

Kni had disagreed when Vash told him he thought he was in love with you, told him it wouldn’t, couldn’t last. Humans weren’t worthy of being out of the squalor they lived in according to his brother. Vash could see his brothers’ point, but he didn’t share them, he cared about humans and wanted to be a part of their world. Now he had one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. 

You were still humming away, sliding the last pie into the oven before setting a timer, and starting to wash the dishes. Yelping as a warm arm wrapped around you, and an upturned nose buried itself in your hair, giggling. “Hi Vash, I was wondering where you’d disappeared too.” 

Pressing a kiss into your hair and swaying his hips against your backside “Around.” Moving his hand down your chest and lifting your shirt so he could feel your skin directly. “Whatever you're making smells good.” 

“A couple pies, one of them just for you.” Giggling as you keep washing the dishes and rinsing them before placing them on the rack to air dry. Last item washed you empty the sink, slowly turning around to face him, letting your damp hands rest against the nap of his neck. Tilting your head down and raising your eyebrows seductively “apple.”

Vash grins, already aware two of the five pies you’d made had been apple, excited at least one of them was just for him. Closing the distance and kissing you, the first kiss turning into a series of kisses shared between the two of you. Nipping at one another and dragging tongues against one another's skin, the smell of the baking pies reaching your nose. Starting to deepen the kiss you groan as the timer goes off, pulling from Vash and grabbing your oven mitts to pull the pies out. 

Once the five of them are on the rack, you bite your lip glancing at Vash, who still looks as hot and bothered as you feel. Taking his hand you smile “can we try something new?” Eyes hopeful and feeling your lower body starting to burn.

“I like trying new things” he teases back, letting you lead him to his, your, both of your shared room. Once inside you gently push him onto his back, grasping his cock and pumping him and peppering kisses over his chest. You settle your body between his legs, slowly moving downwards, and kissing the scars you find along the way. Eyes flicking up to his when you reach the part of his legs covered in soft fur, watching to see if he doesn’t want you to keep going, and you have no worries. His eyes are wide watching you and licking his lips, keeping eye contact as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and hear him hiss in pleasure. 

Humming you pop off the tip, still pumping him and nibbling the sensitive skin, watching as pre cum starts to pool at his slit and pressing your tongue against the small opening. Vash is moaning above you, watching your every movement and your core feels like it’s on fire. Switching to licking the head and twirling your tongue around the sensitive skin, as Vash jerks his hips upwards towards your lips. Smiling as you look at him pulling back somewhat adding a twisting motion to your pumping. 

“Want me to keep going?” Teasing him and biting your lip.

“Please!” A low whine and you tilt your head before going back to his cock, pausing to adjust your hold on his warm flesh before licking a hard strip from his balls to the tip. Tongue flat so you can touch as much of his skin as possible, enjoying the feeling of his mad twitching before engulfing the tip in your mouth and starting to suck. Setting an easy pace for yourself, you don’t go too far down, just past the end of his head so you can focus on the sensitive area. Your hand can do the rest of the work. Another low whine reaching your ears, and you have to admit it sounds a lot like the noise he makes when he’s close to coming. A few more pumps and bobs of your head, it turns out he was making the noise he makes when he’s close, mouth filling with the astringent taste of him. Swallowing his cum as best you can, and pulling away from his cock as he shakes and shivers in the pillows. 

Blissed out against the pillows you give him a few more pumps, aware he’s watching you with hooded eyes, a final glob of cum pooling on his slit which you lick off. Looking at him with adoration as you release his cock and crawl up his body to press against him, feeling his arm wrap around you tight. “I’m going to return the favor later.” A kiss pressed to your forehead as both of you doze off. 

The next day after having a slice of cooled pie, Vash does return the favor, more than once watching you come undone beneath his touch and tongue. As your back arches Vash thinks to himself that his brother has to be wrong, how could someone like you respond to him like that if you didn’t love him. Maybe someday he’ll be brave enough to tell you how he feels. 

Eventually the air turned cooler and you started wearing some thicker clothes, watching as Vash tended to shiver in the early morning air while both of you were outside working. And in the evenings you went to work, going through the items left behind from your grandmother. Working on knitting him a long scarf, that thankfully only takes you about a week. Work might have gone a little faster if you and him didn’t end up in bed as often as you did as part of your nightly routine. 

And after the pants incident you had far more tact when you gave it to him. “I noticed you’re looking a little chilly some morning, and this isn’t me trying to get you to cover up. I just thought you’d like something to help keep warm.” Handing him the red scarf, and watching him smile. 

“Thank you.” Pressing the hand made item to his chest, a wide grin splitting his face as he felt the fabric. “I know it will help, especially because you made it for me.” Something about his words makes you turn red. 

The next morning, he had the scarf wrapped around his neck a few times so the loops fell more around his chest. Smiling at you as the two of you finished the last few items before any time outside would be recreational. 

After spending so much time outside getting the property cleaned up, you found yourself cleaning out more of the inside now. Not that it was a mess inside, more taking stock of what had been left behind by your grandmother and the generations before her. As you found things Vash often found himself out of sorts, unsure what to do with most items and there was a steady growing pile of things you didn’t plan on keeping. 

One thing that caught your eye had been some smaller carboys which Vash knew more about, and you were trying to make some fruit wine from the extras stored in the earth cellar. It would be a while before any of it was ready to try but you’d agreed it would be a good test for the summer when hopefully grapes would be growing on the vines. 

As you moved through the rooms of the house you came across a few stools that left you confused. Showing them to Vash, who seemed surprised. “These look more like seats for my kind to sit on.” Taking one of them and sitting showing it left his legs balanced at an angle that was comfortable for him.

“Maybe one of my ancestors had better relationships with your kind then? At least if there are this many chairs in the room.” Walking by as you look more in the room, a thick layer of dust on most of the objects around. 

“It’s a nice thought. Both of our kinds living together.” Something in his voice grabs your attention, heading back to where he’s seated. 

Reaching out to run your hand along his shoulder and down to the stub of his upper arm. “In case you missed it. We live together.” Smiling at him as he reaches out to rest his hand against your hip.

“Yea. I guess we do.” Voice wistful and his ears flicking back.

“What do you mean you guess? Last time I checked we share a roof, share a room. Not sure what else you’d call that then living together. Come on Vash what’s really on your mind?” Reaching up with your free hand to cup his cheek, which he quickly nuzzles against. 

“I…” licking his lips before taking a deep breath. “I care about you, a lot more than I should I think. I want to wake up next to you every morning. I. I want to be your mate.” This is the most embarrassed you’ve ever seen him and it warms your heart to hear him make that admission. 

Bending over so you’re eyes level with him, a soft grin on your face. “Mate huh?” Pressing your lips to his for a long tender kiss, when you pull away your lips are close enough to still brush against his. “I like the idea of being your mate.” Watching the grin grow on his face. 

With one arm he’s pulling you into his lap, grinding up against you making you moan as your lips meet once more. Panting and groaning against one another. Both of your hands moving to press against his shoulders, nails scraping along his neck and hair. “Vash?” Voice almost breathless as you pull apart. “Do you want to be inside me?” A low soft yes is your answer and another roll of his hips against yours. 

Scrambling out of his lap your fingers and moving quickly against the belt around your waist, undoing your pants and pulling them off as quickly as you can, underwear with them before crawling back into his lap. 

Lips reconnecting and you can feel the precum flowing freely from his tip as your hand reaches for him, a few pumps to smear the fluid around before lining him up and slowly lowering yourself onto his cock. 

Both of you gasping and you feel your neck arch back as he fills you, and as you slide down you know you never want to feel anyone else inside you again. Vash fills you in such a way that it makes a line of sweat break out across your back, beading between your shoulder blades and rolling down. You start to ride him in no time, the veins of his cock making you squirm, his one hand moving to pull your shirt off, burying his face in your breasts and panting against your skin as well. Biting and sucking the skin as you keep moving, a line of fire building inside your belly. Arms wrapping around his head to keep him close and you scream as you cum around his cock, feeling his seed paint your walls, both of you coming down from your high together. 

As time passed, the two of you often found your days either starting with a long slow session of making love before moving about the house for the day. Or retiring early for a hot steamy session, trying to see how many times you could spasm around Vash. One thing was certain, Vash never seemed to run out of stamina, always had a load ready to push deep into your core. You’d also told Vash he didn’t have to wear pants inside the house if he didn’t want to, which led to both of you sometimes having sex in random places and at random times.

On Christmas eve, the two of you were laying down on a pile of blankets and pillow in the living room, a fire going in the small fireplace that had been hidden behind a sheet of drywall. Laughing as your hands wandered over his skin, where it met his fur. 

“I just don’t understand how it can be that soft” giggling as you rub circles into the area.

“Maybe because I eat such a healthy diet.” Wiggling his eyebrows at you and you snort.

“Oh yea, almost nothing but apples.” Pressing a quick peck to the center of his chest. You watch as his face shifts, almost thoughtful. Rolling over, and running a hand along your side before standing and walking away.

“I’ll be back in a moment my heart” his tail swishing the floor behind him. 

You rolled your shoulders, before reaching out and grabbing your glass of wine, listening for his return. At the sound of his clicking hooves you roll over to watch him again, tossing an apple in his one hand. “Really. Another apple?” 

“It’s one of the special apples, I brought for the two of us.” Right, you’d almost forgotten about those, still unsure what made them special, but you had listened to the warning and made no motion to ever find or find out more about his brother.

“So, what makes them special?” You question as he rejoins you on the pile of pillows and blankets. 

“It’s said, they help bond two souls together, and bring those in love good fortune.” He’s grinning as he settles, holding the apple between both of you.

You smile “So. Were you hoping for an outcome like this?” Watching his face flush and his ears twitch, a telltale sign of his having been found out. “I’ll stop teasing you. So how does it work? I assume we have to eat it.”

“Yea, we eat it together.” Placing the apple to his mouth and sticking his tongue out to hold it up, and seeing it balanced on his tongue does things to the lower parts of your body. 

“Wait. You mean we eat the apple together, as in at the same time?” Waiting his eyebrows wiggle again, waiting for your head to move closer and as you bite into the apple, you hear Vash do the same. It has to be the most awkward apple you’ve ever eaten, feeling Vash place his hand against the back of your head, helping to keep the pressure on the fruit between both of you. The apple, also, is the best apple you’ve ever eaten, something about the favor being almost perfect.

In no time the fruit is gone, the core tossed into the fire, your and Vash’s mouths pressed together, tasting more of the apple on his tongue. Rolling you onto your back and grinding his hips against yours. 

The angle like this isn’t the best for him and the way his legs are shaped, but a few adjustments and your legs are draped over his, your back still on the floor so he’s in charge, your pants tossed somewhere else in the room. Feeling him starting to grind harder against you, lips reconnected once more. Struggling a little, his hand is occupied,  being tangled in your hair as his tongue explores your mouth. Reaching down you line him up and in one thrust he’s as far as he can go. Breaking apart Vash sets a quick pace, and it isn’t long until you’re cuming on his cock, moaning as he keeps going. Pulling a second from you in no time. 

Panting in your ear how he’s going to fuck you all night long and into morning, and you tell him to keep going even if you fall asleep, high on the sensation of Vash plowing your insides. 

Waking up Christmas morning, you find Vash under you and still in the living room, the fire has turned to a few dying embers. Snoring away, his one hand pressing against the center of your back and his cock still seated deep inside you. You lower your head back to his chest, listening to his heartbeat lulling you back to sleep again.

The next time you woke up, you were humming, stretching your arms up towards Vash’s shoulder chests pressed together and Vash on his back, his hips pistoning in and out of you. “Good morning handsome” letting out a shaky breath, sliding one hand up to tangle your fingers in his hair. 

“M-morning” stuttering and you can see a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, the veins of his neck standing out. Shifting your legs so the movement of his hips has his fur rubbing against your clit, moaning as the pressure builds inside of you. A few more thrusts from under you and he’s freezing, a whisper of your name and you feel him filling you up. 

Pushing himself up to change the angle of your bodies so he can kiss you, the taste of apples still strong on his tongue. “How many loads is that?” You whisper against his mouth, smiling as he nips at your lips. 

“Hmm, six, maybe seven?” That makes you laugh, taking a moment to adjust before starting to roll your own hips.

“Let’s have a whole day of this, I just want a day of us together. Nothing else.” Vash is quick to agree. The two of you only leave the living room for bathroom breaks and a small amount of food and water. By the end of the day you’re both too tired to move anymore, cuddling together and soft touches shared between you.

When spring comes, you’re amazed at the difference you can see from all your hard work, the grape vines full and lush covered in the small flowers. Even the fruit trees cleaned of the thorn vines that had been strangling them seem even more vibrant. That day as you took in the view and came across the area you’d first met Vash in just a year ago you find yourself swinging around and running towards him, jumping into his arm, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing him full of laughter. 

Five years later, you’re sitting in the office you made out of one of the rooms in the house. The camera turned on your laptop working out the final arrangements with the distributor wanting to sell your wine in specialty shops. Grinning as you hammer out the facts the barrels will be picked up and brought to another location to be bottled.

All of those details settled, you grin when asked if you want a name on the label besides the region and grape type. Letting a more comical side take over “The Satyr’s wife” you don’t hesitate as the name slips from your mouth with a grin. 

A week later you have the final contract in hand, as well as a final draft design of the label for the market. Taking the design to Vash to see what he thinks, heading down to the living room where Vash has his hand full, literally with a set of smaller hands held in his. Both father and son grinning as you appear, handing Vash the piece of paper and replacing his hand with both of your own. Taking your son around the room as he walks a bit more steadily on his smaller hooves, hooves that are still soft in comparison to his sire's hardened ones. 

That had been more than a painful feeling with those kicking your insides but the day he came into the world with your hair and his fathers eyes you couldn’t have been happier. Learning that any child you had with Vash would be male since his species required mates from another to reproduce, and you found it more than alright to know you’d have to deal with more hooves inside your belly.

Eventually Vash laughs pulling you back to the present as he looks at the name and the design of the label, a stylized Satyr with a set of reed pipes held up to its lips. 

You have to admit, you’re glad your grandmother left this place to you, glad to have found someone to love, just for being themselves and loving you the same. Even if you did find him tracking mud over your floors after it rained, annoying. 

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Cuddle Party [Ft. CSR]

Tags: 8-some fluff, super sweet, sleepover, cheeks madness, very wholesome Word count: 8k~ words Author's notes: this monstosity of a fic is finally out, 8k words of pure fluff and wholesome stuff, CSR is my favorite group and i had a ton of fun writing for them, hope you all will enjoy the fic Credit: @4m1rz for being my trusty beta reader and @libraryoferos for not only helping me with the beta reading but also providing some of the scenes plus the inspiration for this fic, without him this fic wouldnt exist so make sure to give him some love

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“Why am i even here”

you thought to yourself as you were in your mom’s car on your way toward one of your classmates Gu Yeham’s house for a sleepover, honestly, you didnt really expect to get an invitation to a sleepover at all, especially when all of you are 17 years old, so when you found yourself looking at your phone which the same girl who is hosting this sleepover was the one who texted you her invitation.

“Are you sure this is the place?” your mom asked, you tried to look out of the window to check if this was the correct house however it was so dark that you couldn't really recognize however as you look at the address Yeham gave to you it was all correct and this indeed was her house.

As you nod to your mom she sighs in relief, “Okay, you remember what we talked about before?” she asked as honestly, it was hard to forget the number of rules your mom gave you in order for her to let you go to this sleepover, especially one with him being the only guy full of girls.

“Yes Mom, no sleeping together with them, i must inform you at 11 PM sharp that everything is fine” you say, started taking your bag out of the back of the car-” you were saying however your mom cutted you

“and what is the most important rule?” she asked as you were confused, you couldnt remember anything else besides those two since you were pretty zoned out

"Wear protection?" you asked as your mom laughed as she gave you a kiss on the forehead and a warm smile

“Have fun” she said as you left the car, in front of the big house, as you find your way through the dark path you finally manage to get toward the door of the house, the small light from the entrance illuminates the doorbell. pressing the doorbell start get your thoughts racing through your head

“Ok dude, relax its all good, its just a sleepover, you did those before, granted it was at age 10 and this sleepover is only girls but i should be fine, nothing to-” your thoughts came to a halt as the door suddenly opened, revealing Gu Yeham in front of you, her face lit up as she saw you in the door.

“oh shit” you thought to yourself

You couldn’t think of anything anymore. She was beautiful.

Quick. You searched in every corner of your brain of a compliment to give Yeham but found nothing—smooth hair you have, no, you have pretty skin, no no, your cheeks are very round? You fumbled every word possible and in the end stuck with a “Hello, Yeham?”

“Welcome, welcome~” she said with a smile, “What are you waiting for? Come in, unless you want to freeze outside by yourself” she jokingly said, inviting you to her house

It looked big from the outside but it was even more majestic inside: the walls were high and spacious, brightly shined decorations of gold and silver while the crystal chandelier sparkled. You didn’t feel exactly comfortable. You were not used to this kind of environment and felt stiff and uptight to be in such a luxurious place but your friend eased you into it. Yeham took your hand and guided you to the kitchen. Remembering that it was her place made you a tiny bit more relaxed.

“You’re late, was it difficult to find my house?” she asked. 

“Yeah, It’s a bit far from the city area. It didn’t help that it was really dark and I… didn’t expect it to be like this.”

“Don’t you like it?”

“No, no, I do,” you were quick to correct yourself. “I like it a lot. It’s very beautiful. Maybe it’s too beautiful. I’m afraid I will destroy something if I step in the wrong way.”

She chuckles. “You’re too tense!” Yeham gave you a pat on your back. “I’ve never seen you this way.”

“Yeah, it’s just that… uh…” you stopped yourself. It was embarrassing to admit it but stupid were you to even start it. Yeham’s eyes raised toward you in a curious manner, they studied you and she said, “It’s what?”

“Nohing. Nothing.” you quickly lie, looking away at her to try and hide your embarrassment, however she quickly walked in closer to look at your eyes.

“Oppa…Don’t lie now. Don’t forget you accepted the sleepover. We won’t go anywhere unless you tell me now and I have all night~” Yeham playfully told you with a devious smirk. She crossed her arms and looked at you through her eyebrows, fierce and bossy. You knew you couldn’t convince her.

“Aish… It’s that…”

“That?”

“That it’s my first time being at a girl’s place.” you quickly blurt out, being embarrassed even more

Yeham’s gaze immediately softened and her hands dropped to her sides. Her eyes turn into pleading puppy eyes as a fuzzy feeling fills her chest. She affectionately tugged the hem of your sweater to meet your eyes. “Awww, don’t feel nervous. I’m just… your friend! You should be comfortable around me,” she said. “Or is there something that’s bothering you? I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine really. I guess I just need to get used to this.”

“Really? Are you sure? You’re looking at me weird,” she laughed.

“It’s because you’re…. very pretty today,” you said, your cheeks turn a shade of pink as you earned yourself a soft punch on your shoulder. Yeham’s steps quicken to rush to the kitchen. She doesn’t look lie she’s blushing but the reddish tint on her ears reveals what she’s really feeling.

You sighed in relief and followed her. 

You almost enter the door when suddenly you hear Yeham squeal. You stepped inside. There were bags everywhere and all the cupboards were open with some jars upside down and everything else in a mess.

Your eyes cross a girl on the ground. Her cheeks were full, with bits of chips on her cheeks and lips, while her right hand held a bag and the other hand was still half way into the bag. She hides the evidence behind her back. You’re not sure what her intention was.

“Hello?” she said, flashing a guilty smile.

“I told you to TAKE OUT the snacks, not EAT all of them!” Yeham scolded her. “Seoyeon Unnie, what is this mess?”

“Well, you said to take out all of the snacks right? so I had to make sure I really did get everything out.” she explained herself as Yeham just looked even more confused than before.

“And why are you eating?”

“Uhh…quality control?” she simply asked in a rhetorical question as Yeham shook her head in disappointment.

“You’re unbelievable,” Yeham sighed. She pinched her nose bridge and gave you a look of defeat, the one that tells you to “deal with this yourself.” 

“I’ll go see what the other girls are doing,” she said and left, you could feel the annoyance from Yeham's Aura toward her unnie. Splendid. Your first task is to clean.

It was your turn to sigh now. You looked around the room, it looked like a tornado just passed. Seoyeon smiled at you, squinting her eyes, and waving her hand, happy that she has someone to help her clean. 

You look around and grab a tissue before crouching down to her level. You grab her chin and start cleaning her face. “You can’t even eat properly, Seoyeon. Look at you.”

Seoyeon just giggled and closed her eyes. You let go of the napkin and used your fingers to swipe away all the little crumbles. In the midst of the action, you realize how soft her cheeks were. Sure, they did look soft but you didn’t know they actually were this soft. It really felt like holding a marshmallow.

You didn’t realize you were just squishing her cheeks until Seoyeon told you. 

“Oppa… are you finished?”

“Oh! Sorry…” you said pulling away your hands. You looked away.

She laughed. “So caring of you to clean me like this, have anyone told you you are boyfriend material?” she asked, looking at you with a cute grin, lost in her eyes, your mind couldn't comprehend what seoyeon was saying.

“What are you even saying, Seoyeon.” You stood up, quickly shaking yourself of the trance and patting your pants. “Help me clean.”

Seoyeon started by picking up all the bags she scattered on the ground, while you went to get a broom. That little rascal couldn’t even bother to eat normally and left crumbles everywhere as if she was Hansel. You have been her friend long enough to be accustomed to this side of her. You weren’t surprised, of course you weren’t, and you wondered why Yeham even left her alone in the first place. 

Seoyeon was a bright a girl. She was optimistic and could get along with any stranger, making them feel close and accepted. Her extroverted demeanor eventually caught you as well and that’s how you two became friends: she was a bit too energetic when she went to greet you and accidentally knocked down your lunch tray. Fortunately, some of the food was still intact but she felt guilty and wanted to apologize properly. Then followed several days with Seoyeon chasing you around and you running away, because you were scared to talk to her.

Walking out the kitchen, you couldn’t help but observe the house. You already saw it before but it still fascinated you how big it was. About two families could live comfortably in there. Yeham didn’t have any sibling, it must feel lonely sometime. It was also true that she had lots of friends.

To your surprise—even though it was obvious—the room with all the cleaning equipment was huge. It was almost as big as your little bedroom. 

So you went and looked. It looked like a whole cleaning supply store squished in there. There were all kinds of brooms, dustpans, mops, microfiber cloths, two vacuum cleaners, stacks of buckets, squeegees, toilet brushes. Those were only the tools: on the right, there was a shelf with all of the cleaning solutions. From the all-purpose cleaner to the glass cleaner, antibacterial spray, tile cleaner, bleach, toilet bowl cleaner, white vinegar, baking soda. Not to mention a whole row of laundry detergents that you couldn't recognize. In the corner, there were also products for pets, like paw wipes (you didn’t know she had a dog), urine neutralizers, brushes, etc.

Why did she even need that much stuff? Wouldn’t her family have hired a maid of some sort? Judging from where she lives, it wasn’t like she couldn’t afford it. You so lost looking into he room that you didn’t realize someone sneaked up to you.

“Who is it?” you barely heard behind you. “Why are you taking so long?” She kept your eyes covered with her hands but judging from her voice and her words, she must’ve been…

“Seoyeon.”

The hands leave your eyes as you turned around to see… Yuna. Yuna standing in front of you, angrily pouting all alone, her arms folded over her chest, and a burning gaze. Yuna was happy to see you but she did not like that you arrived at the house half an hour ago, you’ve barely spoken or looked at her, and now you even got her voice wrong.

“Oh, it’s you,” you said. “Hey, Yuna.”

“Oh, its you…” Yuna whined then sighed heavily, maybe even a little dramatically. “Go back to Seoyeon.”

You shook your head and chuckled, finding her grumbling adorable but also a bit worried by her sudden change in behaviour.

“Are you mad?” you asked. Yuna respond didnt. “perhaps...jealous?” with this question Yuna immediately reacts, as her she starts to tense up and her face started to turn pink

“Ha! No,” she scoffed and folded her arms again, this time looking away to the wall.

“Anyways, I’m sorry I didn’t recognize your voice but it’s because you said something like what was taking me so long and the only one who as waiting for me was Seoyeon to help her clean. So I thought—”

“I was waiting for you too!” Yuna puffed. “We haven’t hanged out for so long but now that we can meet again you’re only paying attention to Seoyeon.”

“It’s only been a couple of minutes.”

“A couple?!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” you quickly assured her as you put your hand on her head and patted her. “I’m sorry. We’ll definitely catch up later, okay? I’m really happy to see you again.”

Yuna couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay,” she mumbled. “Go and clean fast so we can talk.”

“Alright.” you grabbed the first broom you could find and went back to the kitchen. It was incredible. Impressive. Desperate. The kitchen was in a bigger mess than before. You saw Seoyeon sitting with her leg crossed in a sign of defeat on the floor. Her head was looking down sadly. “Explain yourself,” you simply said.

“I… I knocked down the cereal box,” Seoyeon mumbled with embarrassment. She hid herself away from you. “I was just trying to put the bags away—it’s not my fault—it just fell…”

You facepalmed yourself and didn’t say anything. You just sucked it up and started cleaning. With the right attitude, it didn’t take too long. Seoyeon had to really follow you or else she’d get a whooping.

"You two finished? The girls are waiting for us" Yuna asked after twenty minutes, you two nodded and started heading upstairs, on your way you found yourself looking at Yuna on the other side of the room, which she quickly noticed and gave you a small wink. You could feel your face turn pink but you quickly shrugged it off, now you finally arrived to Yeham’s room, finding 5 girls sitting on Yeham’s, all of them looking at you.

“Great, you finally got here,” Duna said, she was dressed in a casual pink pajama with bunnies as the decoration, she was looking at you with a smile “we all waited for you Oppa, now can we start no?” she asked as Yeham turned her gaze toward, now smiling at you as she leaned closer to you

“Ready for the best sleepover you ever had in your life?" She playfully asked, it was a simple question and for this there was only one simple answer.

“You bet” you simply said.

At the start you couldn't lie that you were a bit afraid of this sleepover, especially since you are a guy and they are a girl it will turn awkward very quick since they couldn't share girl secrets, however instead you felt happy as you all of you had fun, starting from random video games all of you would play together, to Playing Uno, that being where to problems started.

“Sihyeon, a-are you sure you want to play UNO with the damn UNO empress herself?!” Gaeumhee stuttered, sweating from the hellish pressure around the two rivals. 

“Why not? I gotta show this little girl who’s the real deal,” she casually replied. There’s confidence in her eyes, firmness in her voice, no trace of fear or doubt. She shuffled the deck swiftly, ignoring the havoc around her. Geumhee sighed.

“I’ve played with you for how many years? And you wouldn’t even take on your manager. What makes you think you can take on the almighty Sua herself—”

“Don’t worry, Geumhee. I got this. Just watch.” Geumhee rolls her eyes. Sua is risking herself at this point, she knew it and accepted it already, and there’s nothing she can do to stop her. She backed into the crowd of people and the contender sat down in the center of the room, in a floor that now was the Colosseum’s pit, Madison Square Garden’s ring, the place where the everything ends.

You gulp. In the years you’ve been friends with these girls, you’ve heard all sort of stories about Sihyeon and her goddess-like UNO plays—how they had to hold a guy down because he went insane after losing five times; how she casually beat the second best player in the world during her lunchbreak—and now you were going to witness the legend.

Apparently, her ancestors invented UNO itself.

“Just you wait, pathetic girl! You will beg for forgiveness after my last move!” Sua shouted passionately. She sat herself in front of Sua. 

The game started. 

The rest of the game was no more than a memory in your head. The succession of moves was never seen before. Every turn felt like the last one, you could only watch, without saying anything, breathing anxiously. After ten long minutes, it looked like a winner was clear.

5 cards to 1. The fate of Yoo Sua depended on her next move.

“How did it come to this…” Sihyeon sighed.

“Make your last useless move so I can end this duel, Sihyeon.” Sua sneered. She was holding only one card, she truly thought that game was over. Sua had nothing to say, she just shook her had, smiling wryly.

“You have no idea what I have in my hand.” Sihyeon said, then, she played a yellow skip on top of the previously played yellow four. After that, she played a blue skip, a green skip, and then a red skip… “Uno.”

“No way!” Sua’s face took a complete 180 as she realized what was about to happen.

“And… that’s game.” She said, playing down a red six.

Sua’s chin lowered to her chest, her eyes still on that six, her hand went limp, letting her lonely card fall out, a yellow nine. She shook her head helplessly. How could she lose? The empress, the girl that beat every player of RBW entertainment and POP MUSIC, lose to a no one like Sihyeon. She lets a long low sigh as Sua came closer.

“You know what’s next, Sua,” she said, “I will take the one thing you desire the most. Last time, the first time I challenged you, you took my title and that’s why you’re the leader of this group. This time I will take him.” Sihyeon pointed at you. You looked at her with a confused look.

“Me?” you innocently asked.

“Yes, her cru—”

“Wait! What are you saying! You’re clearly wrong.”

“I’m not wrong. I know how you always talk about him. You love—” A pillow crushes on Sihyeon’s face. The whole room freezes from the sudden hit while Sua’s cheeks turned tomato red from embarrassment as she could just be asked to bury herself right now however… “PILLOW FIGHTTTTTTTTT!!!!” Geumhee shouted on the top of her lungs as everyone rose from the floor and grabbed their weapon; however it wasn't just a simple fight, It was war and you either take a side or you take the floor.

10 minutes later and the fight was intense. All of you split into two factions: the bunnies and the ducks. On your bunnies side were Sua, Duna and Yuna while Geumhee, Yeham, Seoyeon and Sihyeon were out for your head. It was tough, everyone was better than you thought but who the most brutal was Geumhee. You could see the girls running away on the other side in fear. 

With a roar, Geumhee got into your line with her great pillow… her huge cushion was whirling again, making space, and your line went back and the ducks followed her, determined to win this battle and make a name that would be remembered in all the land of the dreams. 

You just started to find your prey to hunt when you saw Sua fall down beside you. Her body flopped lifeless right in front of your eyes, her pillow lied there with her broken spirit. 

“Sua, no!” you screamed and ran to her.

“It was a hard blow…” Sua whispered. 

“No! It can’t be!” you begged and looked at your teammates, they were struggling and still going back.

Sua caressed your face. She looked at you like it was her last time. “My prince,” she started, “the proud warrior of this nation and my beloved.” Her breath itched at the last word, but she ignored it and continued. “Unfortunately fate decided that my last day was marked by the pillow of evil Geumhee but don’t let our story end here. My dear, the trumpets of eternal glory did not sing yet and they await for you.”

Her hand went around your neck. You lowered your face, closing the distance with her lips, it was her last moment, it would also be her last ki—

Too soon. Sua blushes and rolls under a blanket. You guessed she buried herself.

Duna, who saw the whole scene, ran upon a mattress and called the attention of her remaining comrades. “People fall everyday. Friends… family. yeah, we lost Sua tonight. But she’s still with us… in here,” she said, pointing right to her heart. “She didn’t fall in vain! But you you will! Sua’s heart did beat for us! For all of us! It’s not over!”

You could feel energy rush into your body again. You feel the smack behind of you coming from Sihyeon, as you turn your gaze at her she immediately tenses up, realizing she may made a mistake. You immediately start heading toward her, a pillow in hand ready to return the favor as suddenly you could feel the hit being blocked.

It was Geumhee, her teammate in this war, you look into each other’s eyes already knowing what must happen as you start hitting each other’s pillow, blocking each swing like you two were professional fencing players, suddenly you could feel being backed into a corner, feeling like geumhee will get her hit on you, finally knocking you out of the war.

There was no way to avoid it, and blocking her this hit may cause you to fall down as you open you arms, accepting your fate.

*Boom*

“YESS!!! I GOT HIM” geumhee shouted in joy with complete disregard to the entire enviorment, her smile was large and confident as you simply get up, looking at Duna, Sua and Yuna, they all lost their 3 hearts in the beginning so they really relied on you to win them the war.

“Well at least i was close” you simply said.

“Yeah, you almost clutched and got us the win” Yuna simply said, happy.

“Almost,” Sua said angrily, she was very competitive and you could feel it through her sulky voice, meanwhile geumhee walked toward you.

“Good games, you really made me sweat up here since the other girls are very easy to beat,” she said as you could faintly hear Yuna saying “HEY” angrily from somewhere. Geumhee raised her hand for a handshake as you raised it as well, giving her a sportlike handshake.

“Ok, so it's 10:30, how about we will get down to the real business, and really get this sleepover to how it should be?” Yeham said as she begins to smirk, as quickly all the girls realized what she was talking about causing their smiles to rise as well.

“What?” you asked, confused since it was a while since you had been in a sleepover as Yeham just giggles as she leans closer to you.

“It's truth or dare time,” Yeham replied in your ear, honestly it would be the first time you will play truth or dare at all since you didnt have much friends and those who you did had the chance to have sleepovers with didnt like to play truth or dare so an experience like this would be a first.

as you all sat on the floor of Yeham’s bedroom in a circle Sua takes a water bottle and puts it on the floor, you found yourself sitting near Yeham from the right side while Duna sat near you on your left “Ok who spins first?” Seoyeon asks as Geumhee just leans toward the bottle and spins it clockwise.

a couple of spins later the bottle starts to slow down more and more as finally it stops with the front of the bottle facing toward Yuna and the back of it facing toward Seoyeon, Yuna in response just curses quietly while the short-haired girl shows a happy grin.

“Okay Yuna, truth or dare?” Seoyeon asked, making Yuna hesitate for a couple of seconds, not sure what to say as she gulps and finally spoke the next words.

“I choose dare” she reluctantly said, waiting for the worst to come as Seoyeon smiles, knowing that she has a plan.

“I dare you, to lay on Oppa’s lap for two minutes” she said as Yuna’s face turned bright red, looking at your face which seems to be more confused then ever, “Is this something that happens regularly in truth dare?” you asked yourself while Yuna walked to where you seat, sitting between you and Duna, which looked at you a bit annoyingly however you couldn’t focus on it since Yuna slowly fell toward your lap as finally her fully blushing face was on your lap, making the entire population of the room squeal in excitement as the girl in your lap gets more and more embarrassed.

“ohhhh i got to take a picture of it” Yeham said cheerfully as she rushed toward her study desk to grab her phone, as the sudden surprise of Yuna on your lap relaxes you scout the room. first there is Yeham, the organizer of the sleepover with her camera on taking pictures of the entire situation, Geumhee Seoyeon. Sihyeon and Duna were looking at you with big grins and giggling at you however Sua looked weird, she was looking away with red cheeks though sometimes she will try to glance at you but she couldn't bring herself to it, “is everything ok with her?” you asked yourself as suddenly you find yourself staring below you

you see Yuna just laying there,getting comfortable on your lap with her smile being as big as ever. however something you wouldn't notice before were her cheeks, [Insert Cheeks Ramble]

“And….time” Seoyeon said as Yuna rose up from your lap and looked at you with a big smile and then turned toward Sua, showing her a big grin causing the girl with orange hair to look furious, leaving you a bit confused at the situation however it quickly stopped as Yuna started talking

“MY TURN!!!” Yuna said as she spun the bottle again, spinning more and more with each second passing as now it stopped facing Seoyeon with the back of the bottle in front of…you? that will be interesting as Seoyeon gulps,

“Seoyeon, truth or dare?” you ask the girl with short hair as she starts to get stressed,

“Uhhh Truth?” she simply said.

“Well Seoyeon, is it true that…you already confessed to whoever you like?” you say, simply as a joke to try and lighten up the mood since you saw Sua sour’s face from before, however the results were not what you expected as the entire room now froze in place.

First to speak was sua, which did stop her from being gloomy but instead made her face go so red even #FF0000 was nothing compared to Sua’s face, “UNNIEEEE, YOU ALREADY CONFESSED?” Sua asked Seoyeon, looking furious than before while Seoyeon was just confused.

“N-n-no, what are you talking about, we are not even crushing about the same guy” the short haired girl stuttered, confused and embarrassed.

“Uh huh, just like i saw you with him in the kitchen as he touched your cheeks” Yuna joined the argument which made you freeze for a second “wait she already met her crush today? i seen at school like all day and i have no idea who they are talking about”  you thought to yourself.

“I swear to god, why no one told me Sua liked him too” Sihyeon just asks, annoyed at the whole situation 

“wait you like him too Unnie?” Duna suddenly spoke as for you the confusement turned up to 11 with all of the 7 girls arguing with each other, you couldn't handle it anymore as you finally asked the question no one asked before

“Who is HIM?!” You shout, puzzled from this entire interaction.

“YOU OPPA, WHO ELSE?!” Yeham answered as the whole room stopped, realizing the truth was already out, and there was no way to deny it as Yeham walked closer and started speaking, her face blushing a bit

“Oppa…we all have feelings for you…apparently, and from what it seems each one of us thought we were the only to have feelings for you, and…now this happened….were sorry” everyone looked down in embarrassment, now the room finally gets quiet, giving you the time to think

“They all liked you? for how long? why?” a billion questions ran through your head, while you try to find each girl’s eyes they turn away their face as if they shamed their family. In your head there was also another question: who should you chose

And as if you were communicating with telepathy, Sua immediately answered.

“Well, i think i should be with Oppa, since like…i was the first to crush on him and all” she blurted quietly as Geumhee paused herself and looked at Sua.

“What? no, i was the first one he met from our friend group since i showed him the school, i should end with him” you could already sense this was going to start another argument however Yeham joins in, calming everyone down

“Girls, we can't choose for him who he should end up with, we need to let him choose himself, Yeham pointed at you as like a moth attracted to light, the 7 girl's eyes drawn themself to you.

7 choices, 1 for each girl as you really had no idea who you should have the happy ending with. It wasn’t an easy choice. Each girl you found yourself having a fun time, like Geumhee’s occasional invites to her gaming's session online with you, or Like duna whom you were watching mukbang during school lunch, with each girl you could find one interaction you had that you were fond of.

However, you had an idea for an 8th solution, something that while it not make everyone happy in the end, it can make the playing field fair.

“5 Minutes” you simply as all of the girls were confused, letting you continued “this is how much time you have to charm me, besides doing something naughty everything else is fair game, is it ok by everyone?” you ask as all of the girls look at each other’s and then looked back at you with a smile, this was the first smile ever since your stupid truth.

“Yeah” Seoyeon answered but it was clear the answer was agreed on by everyone, realizing how far they took this stupid argument, by instinct the girls turned to each other in a circle, doing rock paper scissors, which after a minute or so Yeham steps closer to you, signaling she will start in this now contest to make you theirs.

On her knees, Yeham looks at you with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. Her eyes flicker between the floor and your pupils, her cheeks clearly red, make you wonder if her blushing was for you or for what was about to come. She gently puts her hands on your legs and gets closer. 

It’s hard for her to look at you in the eyes. Her head is turned to the side, leaving her neck and collarbone on full display. The skin is thin, pale, delicate, how easy would it be to leave a hickey, to cover it in kisses and smudges—how sensitive would her neck be, to whine and hiccup at your lips? Compose yourself.

Yeham hasn’t started yet and you’re already doing her work for her. You can feel her fingers tracing paths on your thighs, wherever they were going, they were too close to you. In a stummering fall, you put your hands behind to support you. Yeham doesn’t let you get away. She takes a further step and looks straight into your eyes. 

Now, she was more embarrassed than flirty but that didn’t matter. She bites her lip. Fingernails itch your skin, she caresses your chin, down to your neck, to your chest. “Do you know how long I’ve liked you for, Oppa?” she whispers. “It’s your fault I can’t sleep at night. I keep thinking of you and If I do fall asleep, you follow me in my dreams. It’s such a torture to see you this close to the other girls.”

Your hand try to grab what they can, creasing the moquette, marking the floor. Her poison is taking effect. You steal glances at her lips. They are pouty, shy, trying to roll back and hide themselves, yet the few glimpses of their pink shade instills the most deep desire in yourself.

“You can kiss me, oppa,” she reads your mind. “I won’t mind. But then you’ll be mine. It’s such a simple gesture and I’ll be yours. What do you say?”

To see your most caring friend that needy, at a kiss away, made you feel unexplainable new emotions. It would be a lie to say you never thought about her that way. To say, you were not considering her offer right now, would be absolutely false. You hesitantly open your mouth, “I… I think I want to—”

“That’s it!” Sua screams, grabs Yeham’s shoulder and forcefully pulls her away, rolling down with her. You let out the breath you’ve been holding until then, your eyes are wide open. You forgot about the other girls.

The background of chatter is of jealousy and envy. They realized how easy you were to persuade—you almost gave in to Yeham and she only had to offer yourself to you—if they wanted to win over their friends, they had to step up their actions. The first contender was hiding behind a big pillow, she was a blushing mess and didn’t dare to watch you again. She exceeded all her limits. Whose turn was now?

Yuna stood up, walking toward where you were sitting, she looked confident unlike Yeham’s which from the start was embarrassed but Yuna was simply smiling as instead of sitting in front of you she instead sat on your lap, right from the first second you felt embarrassed but what Yuna was about to say made you in shock

“You can touch them” she says as now its your turn to blush, looking at her chest you cant believe a girl would let you touch her in a place that special, however you find yourself looking at the girl, her face matches your color of red from the blush. giving you a smack on the head as you now realize that wasn't what she meant as her hands now point toward her cheeks.

Your hands slowly magnetize toward her face, one inch by one inch while Yuna is closing her eyes and her blush seems to be gone, ready for what was about to come.

You have been admiring Yuna’s round cheeks for a long time, but had never found a chance to feel them. Now that your friend was this close and openly inviting you, your desire was stronger than ever. One finger first, you wanted to test your expectations. Just at the touch, her right cheek enveloped the tip of your finger. You didn’t have to put much pressure they were soft enough. 

Your thumb joined your lonely index, to gently pinch her cheek. It was easy to compare her skin to bread dough—it was smooth and pale, not exactly firm but not soggy either, bouncy and springy. When your left hand cupped her face together with your other hand, you started kneading her cheeks. You were delicate and careful, you didn’t want to make her uncomfortable or ruin her skin.

Yuna was surprisingly enjoying it. She was smiling widely, eyes closed. It probably felt like a face massage to her, it was heaven for you instead. 

She wasn’t stupid. She’s seen you observing her long before you started liking her and when she caught you looking at her pictures on your phone, it was always her poking her cheek or pouting. Yuna put the pieces together and understood.

Cheeks are the greatest gift to a woman’s face. 

Cheeks alone can determine her whole demeanor, look, and expectations: take a runway model for example, they don’t have cheeks, rather, their chin is sharp and their cheekbones are pronounced resulting in a slim face; this makes them look more elegant and assertive, contributing to their overall confidence. Girls with soft and plump cheeks, on the other hand, are cute, they look more innocent and nice. We have a natural desire for cute humans, just like how we all like babies. Then it was obvious why you preferred round girls—they are sweeter and cuter. 

Following this argument, Yuna was a loaf. Yuna must have been the most gifted together with Yeham. Her face shape wasn’t pointy or large, but smoothly round to compliment her plump features. She had the softer and fuller kind of cheeks, that naturally looked pouty, in contrast to Sua, whose cheekbones were more pronounced.

After a minute, your hands were numb, or just lost in the cloudy skin. Your mind was blank, just happy thoughts. Yuna’s face was a large grin, satisfied and happy. If she had a tail, it would be joyously wiggling right now—it was true that she kind of resembled a puppy at times. Her plan was succeeding: feeding into your deepest desire got her a lot of points.

"Times up Yuna, your turn is over" suddenly your trance is over as you hear Seoyeon say, Yuna quickly left your lap with a big grin. "That was brutal" you thought to yourself while looking around you find how the girls are trying to think, Was it for planning their way of charming you? who knew but you didn't have much time to think about it since now Sihyeon rises and walks over to you.

“Is it okay…never mind, just forget i said anything” Sihyeon quickly shutted her mouth and looked away, however you got curious.

“Its ok Sihyeon, you can say it” you reply as she found your gaze again, her eyes shining from excitement, so much that without saying anything she leans closer, making you a bit nervous while the girl in front of you continue to lean closer and closer until both of your noses touch each other.

as you look at the black haired girl in front of you feel your face getting hotter by the second as Sihyeon just cutely giggles, you heard of nose snuggles being done in TV shows but you never experience it yourself.

While you were not as close to Sihyeon to the other girls you still had some interactions in school, like how you two are lab mates in Chemistry class and had some very funny moments together, while all of this was happening you had one thing on your mind that you can't take off: for the whole time you've been friends with all of the girls, they all liked you.

Many questions run through your mind right now, for how long they liked you? Who was the first one to like you, WHY do they even like you, its not like you were someone special, you were just a teen, a guy who just became their friend through  circumstances.

However while you were inside your thoughts you couldnt notice the time was up, as you open your eyes you see the girl, looking at you with a cute smile while giggling, “Time is up” Seoyeon said rolling her eyes, for the first time in forever she looked a bit annoyed as you could only be curious if she wasn't just annoyed, but instead Jealous.

Duna stood up and walked toward you, grinning from to ear to ear as she simply leaned into your cheek and gave you a small peck, which result in the entire room freaking out including you however unlike the others your freaking out was inside your brain as it ended up completely frozen.

“If you choose me, you will get more then just kisses on the cheek” she said, winking in order to get you flustered even further.

It was safe to say that after this Duna was disqualified from the contest.

While she did charm you really well, she may have done it too well, causing you to basically freeze for 2 minutes, and if it wasn't for the hot choco Yeham gave you, you wouldve been frozen for longer

“It was worth it” Duna said, pouting lightly as now you were ready for the next girl to charm you. You couldn't lie that all of this was really fun for you, so fun that you even forgot to message your mom to say how you were doing at the sleepover, luckily after Seoyeon’s turn which she simply just cuddled you with a smile you remembered to check your phone, texting your mom that you are fine in which she simply responded with a thumbs up and a good night

“So its between Geumhee Unnie and Sua” Yuna said as you were a bit curious of how each of them will approach charming you since Geumhee never really had the chance to flirt without any guy until now and Sua was in her words the first one to fall in love with you.

Geumhee wasn’t as exciting as her members. She wasn’t an extrovert, a dork, or a confident supermodel, and couldn’t offer you any of the things her friends did. In her mind, she was the most average girl ever, which wasn’t true in everyone else’s eyes but that’s what she thought.

What she could offer you, however, was peace.

Until now, the contest of the girls had been hectic and your mind and heart was so confused who to choose, because each girl made her best to charm to make you fall in love with her, Geumhee however thought otherwise: she decided to be your checkpoint, to stop and relax because after all a good girlfriend is also a girl that let you relax and escape from the world when needed.

“Come put your head on my lap,” that’s what she wanted to say in her mind, however. “cmeputhyyuheommmap,” is what she actually blabbered out of her mouth. Just the mental image of you, sleepyhead, laying on her lap under her chest was enough to send shivers through her spine and color her face a bright rosy red.

“What did you say?” you ask.

“Uhhh…Lap pillow?” she says, gently patting her lap. You glance over at her with a confused look, too tired to recognize what she’s asking at first, and she stares back with a gentle longing in her eyes. She can only continue patting her lap again and stare patiently.

After a second, it clicks.

“You want me to… uh….”

Geumhee quickly nods and smiles warmly.

Your first reaction is an awkward crawling to your friend, who was already sitting on her knees, with a pillow under her feet. You look at her for one more time to see if she was sure and she offers you a small smile.

Your head stummers down to her legs and then it plops down on her lap. 

It feels so comfy. It’s almost instantaneous how all the built up fatigue hits you and your body relaxes to accommodate better your new found pillow. Diligently, as a good girlfriend does, Geumhee ran her fingers through your hair with a fluid, continuous motion, combing out any tangles, and lightly stroking their fingertips along the back of your neck.

Your eyelids flutter and gently close as all you can feel at the moment is pure bliss

Her hands on your head feel like the gentle rocking of a lonely ship on the sea. Her lap feels like the soft embrace of a cloudy heaven. And your body is stuck in between land and water, what you suppose heaven on earth feels like.

“You love it, don’t you?” Geumhee said, behind her shyness. She giggles jokingly, with the smug of a satisfied kid. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

Your face slightly slips to the crook between her thighs. You feel the smoothness of her legs, helped by her pajama shorts, on your cheek and it’s nice. Really nice. It���s warm, comforting, flustering.

“Where did you learn this stuff?” you eagerly asked her.

“Well, I read some stuff.”

“Some stuff like what?”

“Uhm…” Geumhee is embarrassed to admit the amount of research she did while fantasizing to be your girlfriend. She wanted to be perfect for you. “so… webtoons, romance books, and some of the stuff that Yuna reads.”

“Yuna’s stuff? Like hentais?” you joke and laugh.

“Hey! Yuna’s voice is like a little pebble to your head.

“No, no, no,” Geumhee stutters. “It’s rom com mangas.” she explains herself as you giggled from her embarrassment, causing the girl to join you as well. You were so relaxed that time passed very quick. “We need to finish” Geumhee says while you were leaving her lap

“It was fun” you replied “Now who is the last one?” you asked

“Me” Sua exclaimed, standing up as her face had a mixture of both anger and sadness, you could even spot some tears in her eyes, "I have waited enough '' she said, quickly she lunged toward you, pulling you into an embrace.

"Watching all of the girls touch you, feel you…it hurted me" she added as her hands moved over to your chest "but now I finally have you, around me in an embrace as all I want now is to say is" she hesitated for a second, looking down however she looked at you back, full with confidence.

"...I love you, I…always loved you. From the first day we met"  Sua exclaimed, leaving you shook, its weird to think that someone fell in love with you of all people in first sight, but here was Sua, looking at you with her eyes full of tears, all you could really do was hug her.

At that moment you could care less about the competition, all you cared about was to comfort your heartbroken friend as much as you could.

Looking around you could see that even the other girls didn't look at the two of you in jealousy anymore, but instead in looks of guilt, making you feel happy that even the girls thought like you

"Well uhh…times up" Yeham awkwardly said as slowly you released your hug from sua, instead you leaned your forehead, touching hers just like bunnies do when they want to forgive someone

"So oppa? Who won?" Yuna asks while leaning closer with a very cute smile, probably and try to charm you with a last ditch effort

"Well…i-" you were about to say when suddenly geum hee stopped you

"Yuna ya, how about we let Oppa sleep about it, he needs time, and besides, its 1 AM and we are tired" the oldest explained before Yuna sighed and reluctantly agreed

Soon enough after all of you brushed your teeth and organized your mattresses you were all ready to sleep, however while the other girls quickly fell asleep your head was full of thoughts

And honestly who wouldn't be after 7 girls confessed to them, however throughout those flow of thoughts there is only one question: who will you choose

This was really a mystery for you since you liked each of the girls that it was hard for you to choose, you could suggest all of them to be your girlfriend but you quickly shutted that idea not only they will revoke your friendship status with them, but you find harem disgusting from the few anime you've seen.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing to sleep on" you thought to yourself as you started breathing in and breathing out, relaxing each part of your body until your eyes close themself by force, letting you drift to sleep

However during the dream you got an enlightening thought, the solution to the puzzle of who should you choose to be your girlfriend

"I think I will choose…"

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well this took a long time to publish, considering a lot of stuff, but yeah, this fic was very fun to write and i hope you all enjoyed like i did, hope you will have a great day ahead of you and see you next update leafies

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[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Keeping warm

Eddie Munson x female reader. 

Summary: Eddie and you have to cuddle to stay warm during a snowstorm due to the heater breaking. 

Italic is inner thoughts 

Author notes: I live in Ohio and it’s been snowing so much lately, while watching the snow fall this idea popped into my head. I hope you enjoy :) Also if you ever wanted to play with Eddie’s hair this is for you ;) 

You and Eddie have just started dating. Well, it’s been two months and those two months have been magical. Eddie loved you, and you loved him. Neither have said those specific words just yet but you both knew. Eddie was over the moon that you two got together, it still feels like a dream to him honestly he never thought you would agree to a date let alone a relationship but here you two are. And he was over the moon that Wayne loved you too. You were so persistent on meeting his uncle and he was nervous to introduce the two of you but he had no reason to be worried. That night might forever be one of his favorite memories. You wanted to make dinner for everyone and Wayne was able to convenience his boss to let him have the night off. You made an amazing dinner and that was the first gold star that you earned from Wayne. The second was when you took care of Eddie and him that night, you made the food, made the plates, and refused any help from Wayne. Usually, he would hate to have someone do all the work but you were so sweet but determined to have the two men relax and that was what he likes about you. You know what you want but you go about it in a sweet way, which usually helps you get what you want. 

Tonight was supposed to be date night but Eddie tried to cancel due to his van breaking down. “Babe I can’t pick you up for tonight, I’m so sorry I know we’ve been planning this forever but my van broke down and I can’t fix it until tomorrow afternoon. But I swear I’ll make it up to you.” Now you know he didn’t do this on purpose but you were still very disappointed. So you made a plan. You got your best friend to drive you to the trailer park and you showed up with pizza and Eddie’s favorite snacks. You could tell on the phone that he was having a hard day and there was no way you were going to leave him by himself when he wasn’t having a good day. 

You slipped through the door to the trailer, surprising Eddie. There he was on the couch, shocked to see you with your arms full of food and goodies. “Baby? What are you doing here? Shit, let me help you” Eddie takes the food from your arms and sits it all on the counter. “I know I should’ve called but you seemed so upset on the phone and I really wanted to see you so I got a ride and picked some stuff up for a date night in.” Hearing this makes Eddie realize how much he really does love you. “I am sorry that my van decided to ditch us on date night but I’m so happy to see you” Eddie leans in and kisses you softly. Nothing but love is felt through the soft touch of their lips. 

Pulling away the two of them just look each other in the eyes for a moment. Contemplating about how amazing the other person is. Eddie softly grips your hand and pulls you to the couch. There was a movie already on the small television but neither could bring themselves to care about it. Eddie starts to tell you about his day and you just listen to everything he has to say while playing with his hair. Eddie feels himself relax even more within your touch. 

All of the sudden a weird and awfully loud noise breaks through the trailer. Scaring the both of you, Eddie leaps off the couch and is already in a fighting stance. “What the hell was that?” Then you feel a coolness hit her. When did it get so cold in here?

Feeling the cold himself  Eddie groans. “Of course, the heater decides to break on the day it starts to snow.” Just from the look on Eddie’s face, you can see that all the tension that just left his body came right back in.  “Aw honey, it’s okay! I’m sure it’s an easy fix.” you go over to the heater and it is not an easy fix. But you are determined to make the end of the day good for Eddie. “So the heater is definitely broken but it’s okay.” Y/N’s voice echoes through the trailer but she is no longer by the heater. Eddie doesn’t know how he lost her but he has. Where the hell did she go? 

You come back to the living room with her arms full of blankets, sweatshirts, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks. “Here you change into some of the clothes while I go put the blankets into the dryer.” Eddie feels his heart melt all over again. This girl is going to be the death of me. 

When you come back into the living room and see Eddie dressed in a black hoodie, a pair of warmer black sweats, and bright pink fuzzy socks with hearts all over them. You can’t help but giggle at the sight in front of her and she quickly snaps a picture of him with their polaroid camera. Eddie gives her a funny look “What? You told me to change into warmer clothes” All you can do is shake your head and go to plop all the blankets onto the couch. “I’m going to change and heat the pizza back up, you get comfy and find us something to watch baby” kissing his cheek you disappear into his bedroom to change into some of his clothes. Emerging from the back of the trailer you reappear in front of Eddie with the pizza and his heart stops. “ I think I just died. There’s an angel in front of me babe. What do I do?” Laughing at Eddie’s dramatics all you do is kiss him and fall into his lap. “What did you decide to watch?”  “Well, I chose the classic (your favorite movie/show)” Humming softly and playing with one of his curls “that sounds great babe.” 

Today wasn’t the best day for Eddie, but you made sure it was a good night, and damn did you succeed. 

Bonus: After finishing almost the entire pizza between the two of you, Eddie ended up falling asleep laying on your chest with you playing with his hair and kissing his forehead you allow yourself to doze off as well and this is how Wayne found the two of you when he is let off work early due to the snow storm. Smiling softly at the sight in front of him, Wayne goes and grabs your polaroid and snaps a photo for you two to see when you get up.

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[raparopa]

Helllllooo ☺️

I'm so glad I somehow got you to watch TLK and more you love it! I hope to read TLK from you and i have so many ideas but I don't want to annoy you, so just one request: maybe more if you allow. I Love your writing💓

Sihtric x F!Reader

Both still live with Kjartan, Reader is the healer or something and is almost always treated well. However, Sven has his eye 👁️ on her. (She don't like him) Sihtric is mean to her because he doesn't want to tell his feelings about her. He protects her, but even with small things. With a good end? Oh wait No ... A Bad end? Aaaah i leave it to you 😫

a/n: I tried to put all my work into it, but I didn't really like it. I hope you will have a different opinion and you will like it, because I rarely write such great works BUT feel free to ask more

@popcorn1989

warnings: Sihtric acting like a little shit, understatement, Sven

pairing: Sihtric x fem!reader (interactions)

fool and coward

Life has taught Y/N to be attentive. The way and where she lived made her grow eyes on the back of her head, as every step of the people around her could become fatal for her. Even though she was worth her weight in gold here, it would be foolish not to be afraid.

Y/N did not know how to handle a sword, fought absolutely terribly and generally preferred quiet walks to noisy feasts. But on the other hand, it was she who pulled out arrows and fragments of swords from the warriors of Kjarton, healed deep wounds and cuts, set dislocated limbs and prepared drugs for the wild hangover that ale brought on the warriors.

It was difficult to find a good healer, but Kjarton succeeded, and he was ready to take care of this girl like hundreds of chests of silver. Like the apple of an eye.

And the healer Y/N enjoyed respect and even some reverence, which seemed to be shared by everyone except Sven.

x x x

Y/N sat at a table in the darkest corner, while the hall and people were drowning in a feast. With her head propped on her hand, she examined the shiny apple, thinking about whether to bite into it or throw it at someone's head.

- Such a holiday, and the little healer is sitting alone, - someone plopped down next to her on the bench, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. -Instead of having a good time.

-Sven,- Y/N turned, clenching her teeth and clenching an apple in her hands. - Fuck off, okay? I'm not in the mood to have fun.

-What about entertaining? For example, me? - Sven grinned nastily, moving closer so that his blond beard tickled her cheek. Y/N twitched, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but it didn't work. But this action made Sven laugh a lot.

-Come on, Y/N, - Sven whispered. - You're so beautiful, so cold... I just want to warm you up a little.

From this phrase Y/N wanted to die on the spot from horror and disgust.

-Go, take a dip in a barrel of water, you drunken pig.- A metallic voice came from opposite.

Opposite, resting his hands on the table, and hanging like a kite over his prey, stood Sihtric. From his look and tone, he clearly wasn't saying this in a friendly manner, rather he was waiting for an excuse from Sven to use his knife.

-Find yourself another girl, you bastard,- Sven waved him off. Y/N twitched even harder, feeling anger rising in her throat.

- You, piece of shit, told you to get lost. Otherwise, the feast in honor of the holiday will turn into a feast in honor of the funeral. Sihtric jerked sharply towards Sven, causing him to cowardly recoil from the girl.

- That's it, I understand. - He raised his hands, got up from the table, looking at Y/N for the last time and silently left.

Y/N also jumped up from the bench, dropping an apple on the table.

-Thank you, Sihtric.- She thanked.

He didn't answer, only nodding his head, still glaring at the healer with hostility.

- Will you walk me to my room? If it's not difficult for you?

He immediately nodded without thinking for a second, and Y/N and Sihtric strode down the empty corridors to the healer's room. Sitric was silent.

- Sven is an idiot. - said Y/ N, quietly. Sihtric made a strange sound.

-He wouldn’t have climbed to you if you had made more efforts not to see him next to you.- The warrior replied low.

Hearing these words, Y/N stopped.

-What are you talking about? -She was indignant. -Do you want to say that it's my fault?

-I said something else, you just...

-I'll go by myself. And I will think about how to make more efforts in order to save my life from drunken freaks. - Y/ N twitched away from Sihtric, feeling like she wants to cry at his unfair words.

-Y/N, wait.- Sihtric breathed heavily, remaining standing in the corridor, realizing how big he screwed up.

x x x

-Hurry up, Y/N! - the maid was dragging her along the corridor by the sleeve.

-Yes, what is it, Oda, what's the hurry?

- Sven sent me for you. He received some serious injury, a healer is indispensable.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but tightened her grip on her supply bundle.

They went downstairs to the main hall, where several of Kjarton's men were sitting.

-What happened? -Y/N frowned, going up to Sven, putting his things next to him.

- Call to Eir, healer, - Sven's voice was so feigned that I wanted to cry. - It seems... It seems that my arm was broken, and the pain pierces my body. Save me, beautiful maiden!-He grabbed Y/N by the waist.

-Don't talk nonsense,- Sihtric approached them, slapping Sven on the shoulder, which supposedly hurt. - You just tripped over a root and fell into the hole like a bag of shit. Go, Y/n, you are not needed here.

Y/N's eyebrows twitched. She turned slowly to Sihtric, burning him with her eyes. He looked anywhere but at her.

- No, Y/N, don't go. I didn't let you go.- Sven grumbled.

- I have patients with more serious problems than lying in a hole, Sven. I'm really leaving, thanks for the tip, Sihtric. -Y/N gathered her things and hid in the doorway.

The first snow fell from the sky, it was cool. Y/N twitched her nose at the smell of frost.

-Wait,- Sihtric caught up with her.

-Wait.-Y/N stopped abruptly, turning to face him. -What to expect? So that you say something nice again, how can you?

Sihtric rolled his eyes.

-I just want to say that you see how Sven behaves. Can you just...just not give in to his provocations? You're a smart girl, but you're acting like a little fool who doesn't understand what's going on.

-Since when do you worry so much about this?- Y/N chuckled.

Sihtric rolled his eyes.

-Apparently, you really are a fool, Y/N. - He spat sharply, turning around and leaving.

The blood boiled in the veins of Y/N. Why has he been acting like this lately? What's going on with Sihtric?

- Sihtric!

x x x

Y/N hasn't seen Sihtric for several days. But she saw Sven perfectly every time she left her room. And every time the Gods sent Y/N more and more fears, the soul told her that something was brewing.

Y/N looked out the window. The snow was falling even harder, turning into a snowfall. The trembling made its way to the very bones, the frost pinched the skin, I wanted to sleep.

-You will freeze and die.- Sihtric said as he approached her.

- Yes ... it’s sad to die a complete fool. - Y/N answered.

Sihtric exhaled noisily.

-Come on, tell me that everywhere and everywhere I am to blame, Sihtric. And tell Sven the only time he can hit on me is when I learn how to kick him in the balls.

-I was rude to you...

-That's putting it mildly! -Y/N turned to face him. -All you've been telling me for the last month is that I'm a fool who is to blame for the fact that my master's son, a one-eyed bastard, wants to turn me into a comfort rag doll. Thank you Sihtric, I've heard that from you before.

-I got excited.

-Thanks for acknowledging. I will comfort myself with this.

Sihtric opened his mouth as if about to say something. He tightly gripped his ax in his hands, looking at Y/N's face.

- We'll talk later, Y/N. I still have things to do.” He lowered his head as he said it low.

-But…-Y/N's shoulders slumped, and her eyes widened in disappointment, as if expecting what Sihtric hadn't told her. -But I…

But Sihtric had already left, burning with the desire to open his chest from his own stupidity, tear out the heart and present it to her. Instead of a thousand words.

#sihtric #sihtric x reader #sihtric imagine #the last kingdom #the last kingdom imagine #the last kingdom x reader #tlk #tlk x reader #tlk imagine

[satanicspinosaurus]

Seconds

Tags: Bloodweave, Gale’s cooking, blood, cow’s blood, gift giving, fluff, getting together, after a break up, basically two hungry and scared people trying to figure out the world, Gale’s POV, so enjoy all his insecurities, and some verbose writing choices that are intentional, Astarion snark, kissing, ear touching, frankly you can read half of this as a metaphor for sex, author can’t stop you, author thinks it would be a mistake though 

Length: 2k

Rating: Teen

Read on A03: here.

Summary: Gale and Astarion had struck up a friendship after a failed night of romance. Now, with the Netherbrain fight around the corner, Gale finds his heart still aches to give Astarion any scrap of happiness he can offer. This is a story about a man made of failures and hunger, trying to be a good friend. It begins with a steak. And ends with this most delicious second course.

With thanks: To my dear friend @lumienyx, who is frankly encouraging my bullshit at an alarming rate. And to the lovely @tragedybunny who hunted down the typos and errors on this like Tara feasting on pigeons. 

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Gale rummaged through the spice cabinet of the Inn. He was pleased to see that the cook, who had allowed him to slip her a few gold coins for access and privacy, had managed to craft a solid selection. The sprig rosemary seemed a touch too on the nose, so he grabbed a little bundle of thyme instead- striping it into the butter as the filet sizzled in the cast iron skillet.

It was a delicate process, mainly because he was aiming for as close to rare as humanly possible to achieve. It didn’t give him much time to develop a proper crust, but as Gale spooned the butter back onto the filet, he also pulled from the Weave. Perhaps he asked more than normally would be needed for a simple cantrip. But he needed to infuse all the wonderful things Astarion deserved to taste in it. 

Astarion meandered in a few moments later, when Gale had plated it and was intensely overseeing the food resting as if he could personally will it to perfection. 

The vampire gave a sharp tut after observing the scene, perhaps annoyed his entrance hadn’t been noted. 

“When you said you had a surprise for me to try, darling, I assumed it would be something that would make me interested in swallowing,” the vampire finally said to announce his presence.  

Gale looked up brightly at where the playful swatting came from, a warm smile breaking onto his face. He laid the best knife and fork he could find near the plate and pushed it forward.  

“Ah, trust me my dear friend,” Gale encouraged. “I do believe I have made some acceptable advances since the last time you tried my cooking.” 

That had been back when Astarion was still trying to hide what, and more importantly, who he was. Perhaps it had helped in the long run though. It had taught Gale that Astarion could put a wide variety of things in his mouth and pretend to love it. Later, after sampling a decent red Astarion claimed to be vinegar, Gale had come to the quick conclusion that vampirism negatively affected the culinary practice of taste. 

The idea was tantalizing to him. In part because no bestiary had even half the details he could observe in a single evening around Astarion. But he also hoped to reach past the honeyed words for the real truth. 

He was curious, in particular, about why Astartion still attempted to drink wine. It said something about appetite that felt vaguely nostalgic to Gale. 

But then Tav, who had uncritically eaten up Astarion’s sweet smiles and words at the party, eagerly indulged in their place of origin first. Gale didn't feel hurt that Astarion preferred someone else's straightforward affection over his own questions. The tadpoles had made their timelines risky and fortune favored the bold. 

It was a short thing, in the end though. After one encounter, Tav ultimately found her heart lay more with Karlach’s wholesome sweetness. It was better fit for her than wrestling with the delicate halflies that laid nestled to hide half-truths in Astarion’s heart. If it had hurt him, the vampire hadn’t let on, going back to mulling around the camp with hungry eyes and talking of desires. 

And once again, Gale was left turning over the dozens of little curious details about appetite Astarion occasionally dropped; trying to lay them out and find the bigger picture. Gale had been too confident of his ability to uncover that truth once again. Astarion’s sudden thrust backing onto the dating scene hadn’t struck him as quite so desperate, but a beautiful mystery he alone could solve.

He was grateful his hubris had at least allowed him the chance of friendship with Astarion. Rather than once again stripping him of everything when he inevitably failed. No, he savored the friendship he was allowed. Even if, quietly, his heart still wanted to give Astarion all the beauty his mind could dream of and his hands could weave. 

The food was a meager offering, really, but the wizard was happy to see Astarion shrug and sit down to try it. 

Maybe it wasn’t everything Gale had dreamed of in his books to see a bit of excitement build on the man’s face when he delicately sniffed his offering. He was not worthy of giving a thousand days and nights of little pleasures to anyone, it would seem. But, oh, if his heart didn’t flutter a bit at how Astarion’s eyes widened slightly when he gracefully cut into the steak and a weave-enhanced aroma wafted up. 

Gale had truly grown to enjoy his time spent in friendship with the pale elf. He was a stellar, if not acerbic, conversationalist. And the only other person at camp that enjoyed books beyond bawdy romances. Astarion was a person Gale could imagine being around every day for decades without it ever becoming boring. Well, assuming Gale wouldn’t be left alone because the vampire wandered off to find more interesting company than a stuffy wizard. 

At least for now, sometimes he’d say something clever and elicit a sharp grin. Or he’d make a genuine offer to want to properly introduce Astarion to Tara once this was all over, and something soft would grow on the man’s face before he schooled it away. Hells, even walking around Baldur’s Gate and just commenting on architecture with him made Gale desperate to show Astarion Waterdeep.  

It was clear his dear friend had a taste for the finer things in life, but had been left starved. Gale wanted to lay out a banquet for him, to hear his commentary and innovate until he found satisfaction. It was a beautiful thought for the future, but that was a thing still being written. 

Gale needed to try and take that joy and give it in lump sum, lest the worst happened tomorrow. There were notes in his pack on leads Astarion could begin searching down for help finding a place in the sunlight, that he’d entrust to a messenger soon. A desperate letter to his mother, hoping she would extend the clan’s aid to his dear friend. A few letters of introduction that Gale prayed would be enough to get Astarion a chance to observe rare books at Candlekeep if he so needed.  

In the meantime, Gale had but this moment. Watching Astarion primly take a bite of the filet and chew as if he was a bit out of practice. 

This wasn’t the first time Gale had cooked something special for someone - he had a sophomoric idea of what facial expressions to expect. Like always, Astarion didn’t disappoint though with novelty. There was a strange look on his face; emotions roiling so intensely nothing had a beginning nor end. 

“This is shit,” Astarion eventually hissed. 

Gale offered up open palms, apologetic shoulders, and the broken in, embarrassed smile of a man so used to his reach exceeding his grasp in anything that truly mattered. 

“I’m sorry,” he began. “You don’t have to finish it–” 

Astarion looked him dead in the eye. When he had Gale's full attention, he stabbed the piece of meat like it had been carved from Cazador himself. He brought it to his mouth and bit down. Hard. Hard enough Gale could hear the cutlery screech in protest. 

Astarion was a messy eater- a man of singularly devouring hunger. The blood from the filet trickled down his chin, to his chest, marking him temporarily like Gale’s own source of perverse appetite.

Gale watched him swallow and ruminate. 

“This tastes like goodbye,” the man drawled, eyes pinning Gale to his spot. “I don’t like it.” 

Gale smiled, trying to ignore the first thing and address only the second. 

“Well, sometimes experiments don’t always work out,” he began to affably ramble. “I did believe that a few uses of prestidigitation would help overcome your normally exclusively sanguine diet, but I would still appreciate if you could offer some notes-” 

While Gale had been prattling about cantrips, Astarion had decided to switch from rumination to predation. He had gotten up, head refusing to move as he stalked towards Gale like a cat fixated on a songbird. The vampire pounced, slamming the wizard into the cabinets. All it took was a bold hand wrenching one wrist up above his head and a tongue thrust into his mouth to strip him of his power, his self-image as Gale of Waterdeep. 

Astarion devoured Gale Dekarios’ mouth, eating up the moans his actions elicited.  

After a second or eternity, the poor man wasn’t sure which, Astarion broke away to let Gale pant. 

“I want seconds,” Astarion commanded, his other hand running down a thigh- barely keeping to a space that wouldn’t be scandalous if someone walked in. 

Gale tried to master his fluttering heart, to let it accept air and nourishment so it would stop screaming in his chest almost loud enough that it drowned out the orb. 

“You don’t,” he gasped, licking his lips before trying again. “You said you don’t do seconds.” 

That was one of the first, sharp pieces of truth Astarion had flung at him, after their night of gentle love making had cracked through a mask made to suffer only harsh blows. 

People don’t use me twice, he had lilted in the morning. After he had time to lick the wounds Gale’s gentle praise had inflicted and compose himself back to untouchable beauty. Go find someone you can wake up with a thousand times. 

That was back when Astarion wasn’t sure if he would be free, but Gale was still hopeful a solution was available for his own woes. Now things had changed. 

Gale felt the grip on his wrist tighten. Nails that bit into his skin, fearful that without the contact there would be nothing. It was the touch of a man who had rejected the stolen pleasures of ascending, and now wished to ground himself in freely offered affections. 

“I didn’t want you to die,” Astarion offered quietly as his body screamed in accordance. “But I am realizing now that not dying is second to living.” 

Gale wanted to soothe away the worry on the man's face. To cradle the pressed brow gently and let it entrust all its worries to him. But Astarion held him firm. No matter - Gale always had a clever tongue.

"With the number of threats our group has managed to vanquish in the last tenday alone, I think our odds are very good at succeeding, Astarion."

Astarion laughed, letting go of Gale’s wrist to poke at the site where the orb marked him. “I know this is your back-up plan, Gale. Maybe you’ll blow yourself up if we struggle too much against the Netherbain. Maybe you’ll let Mystra own you to remove it. Or she’ll use it as a threat to bargain against your interest in the Crown. But I am tired of petty tyrants’ wants and demands.” 

“She’s a Goddess, Astarion, it’s not remotely-” Gale tried to interject. 

Astarion didn’t even dignify that with a verbal response. He simply looked at Gale, eyes flickering from where the orb burned him to his own, violently marked neck. Astarion knew what manufactured pain was, appetites unanswered. It was why they spoke so easily, they shared this perverse second language. 

“You deserve a choice too,” Astarion eventually said. 

The first kiss in the kitchen was Astarion’s - passionate and aggressive to hide the tenderness it came from. The second was Gale’s - slow and soft, an adventure that ended with being more daring by the hearth. They weren’t so different. Both had left a man gasping for more, a hand traveling to places to hint at encores. 

Astarion leaned into the way Gale’s fingers gripped his curls, the pad of his thumb ever so slightly brushing against his ear in a way that would barely be considered scandalous if anyone ever came in. 

“What if I wanted to choose a second Mr. Dekarios?” Gale whispered. 

Astarion had a talent for saying one thing, but meaning another. It was intoxicating to Gale. The way he could roll his eyes and bring up a lip in a perfect sneer that to an onlooker signaled disgust embodied, a hint of fang and claws coming out. But oh, if the man wasn’t still tender to the touch- a gentle weight that was as inviting as his words were barbed. A secret laid out only for him to discover.

“Well, you should probably get better at cooking, darling. I have no clue how you plan to catch any self-respecting man in your current situation.” 

His hungry red eyes glanced down to a plate that was empty. 

“I, for one, have standards,” Astarion said softly. 

Gale was a man of great pride. It was tempting to press back, to needle the vampire. Perhaps to bring a thumb to wipe up the blood that was still shining on his neck and watch the man lick it off before calling him on the falsehood. 

But on second thought, Gale also desperately needed to close his eyes and believe in the magic of being allowed this close again. He leaned his brow to Astarion’s to give a kiss to the naked skin he found. Not to soothe away the way the vampire had his eyebrows furrowed in concern of being seen. But as a promise he loved this too and wanted it just as much as every other part of him. 

“I look forward to learning about every single one, no matter how small or obscure,” he promised. “I will ascribe them upon my heart, and treasure each word as a gift.” 

Astarion looked at him, searching for the lie. Gale was granted the privilege of watching his eyes grow soft with the knowledge that the wizard was as sincere as he was loquacious.

Then, he had the thrill of watching a vampire who had recently declared he wanted to start living realize he was ravenous.

And that Gale was the perfect second course for this evening and many more to come. 

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Author Notes: Thank you for reading this! As always, I would like to remind you thirsty folks to hydrate a bit if needed. Although I suppose for this fic, maybe encouraging you to get a snack would be more appropriate! 

Please let me know if you enjoyed the pun in the tags. :P 

Hopefully this is the start of a solid writing month for me. I'm going to be aiming to put out something each Monday.

#astarion #bg3 astarion #fanfic #bloodweave #fluff #SpinoWrites #yes I do cook a lot #I imagine Gale's love language includes gift giving #I think he learned it from Tara #technically its not blood that comes out of steak when you bite it btw #its myogoblin #But its a protein and iron and looks vaguely like blood so enjoy

[thecameronchronicles]

In the Middle of the Night

TW: smut. Language. Cockwarming. Slight Dom!JJ. Somnophilia.

Kook!Reader and JJ Maybank

SUMMARY: JJ awakes to a pleasurable sensation he continues you to quell. 

WORD COUNT: 2000

REQUESTED

JJ sleeping over at his girlfriends house for the first time (kook gf)

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🤍Totally ignore this if you don’t like it but while JJ and reader are cockwarming she has a wet dream with jj and he doesn’t know what he should do 

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In The Middle of the Night

JJ'S POV

It was the first time I could hold her in my arms without interruption. No curious younger sibling with an ear to her door and therefore no need to be silent. And there was also no fear of being ridiculed after she left in some quick afternoon rendezvous by Kie or Pope, where John B would have probably offered a high five. But for now, I could appreciate her for myself. No other Kooks trying to steal her attention and no other pogues reminding me of how she would get tired of me in due time. 

No, I had her completely to myself. Her skin as soft as her hair as it rested on my lips. The scent of sex and coconut still lingering in the sheets beneath us as a swore I could never get enough of either. Her scent or her. My fingers began to trace her, needing to touch her for more than a moment. Favoring the way that, even in her sleep, her body reacted to my touch. With the angle in which she laid, I was able to adjust slightly and keep her at rest, before managing to witness her expression. Furrowed brows coming from the tease I made over her nipples, covered by the thin sheet from her adolescent bedroom. I fought the urge to suck, bite, even pull it free.

 I needed her. I needed my girl. And I needed her now. 

She was perfection, where I was stained. Gold to rust. Good to bad. And even as I lay nocturnal at her side, stealing every second I could to witness her, she was angelic and pristine before me. Even with skin still damp with former sweat and hair tousled in how I pulled it to my will in every position she allowed. Not one we haven't tried yet. But her body was still ethereal. Warm. Wet. Chilled. Clenching. 

"Fuck..." I smirked, believing she was initiating some kind of encore to the apparent lack of satisfaction or desperation to repeat it. But I could feel her clench around me, my cock finding a home as she remained asleep, feeling her warmth wash over me in a single rush. Too warm. Too wet. Too fucking hot. 

"JJ..." She moaned still asleep, my expression hollow in anything but lust.

I froze for a moment, wondering if it was how I touched her that made her coat my dick. A smile caught by the sliver of moonlight offering the same illumination to her. The squint made in her sleep and slight breathlessness coming back to rest as I couldn't and didn't care to fight my pout. Just as quickly as she found ecstasy, it slipped as a stain beneath us both. My cock suddenly brought to life to the flickers of her tension as my hand wrapped around her breast. 

I needed her. 

More than I ever thought possible. 

Her skin felt softer, warmer, as I took it into my possession. There didn't exist a single inch of her skin that I hadn't touched, but it felt new to me at this moment. As if I saw her as vulnerable as our first interaction and the countless between now and then were fantasies. But I was desperate. I was hard as a fucking rock as I could feel my release already forming by those handful of clenches. And if I had to endure it, goddamnit, so would she. 

My lips were soft to her neck but my hands were tight to her breast. I was sure they'd bruise and I didn't care. I wanted those pained moans to be because of me. I wanted them to wake her up. 

Just not yet. 

With my second hand beneath the same pillow hers had been for rest, I intertwined our fingers until she was helpless to me. I had her pinned, my ankle keeping hers flat on the bed, as she began to awaken beneath me. 

"JJ?" She was already breathless. "What happened?" 

"You came in your sleep, princess...had a nice little wet dream about me..." I could feel the heat from her blush on my forehead as I kissed her shoulder. 

"I did?" You nodded. 

"Made quite a little mess, too..." 

"Ah...JJ..." She winced as I kept her flat. I was certain after how she'd come before falling asleep on my arms that she was still sore. And having come a handful of minutes prior, she was certain to be overstimulated. And I loved it. The pleas. The trembling. The way she spoke my name in desperation to stop, even as her body pulled for me to continue. Thankfully for her, and my own throbbing cock, I was never good at following directions. 

"Don't worry sweetheart, you don't have to dream about it...I'll make it real..." I began a steady pace as she fought beneath me. But not to move or to stop, but to rival me. She wanted me deeper and she showed this in the way she would move against me. But my grip kept her still. It would show still in the way she spoke my name. That little whine that could annoy me when she complained about something first class was the same I craved in moments like this. Knowing I was both her savior and her tormentor. 

"JJ..." She gasped as my thumb made teasing brushes over her clit. 

"How many times have you had a dream like that? Waking up to soaked little panties?" 

"Too often." I was slightly annoyed by this. All the times I could have made good on it as I intended to now. Well better late than never I suppose. 

"All those ruined panties..." I scoffed into her shoulder. "When I can just ruin you myself..." 

"Please...you do...so well..." I tightened both grips on her as my breath came to the shell of her ear. 

"You always dream about me?" 

"Every night..."

"What did I do?"

"This..." She confessed in relief before I retracted.

 I was close. Too fucking close. I could come if she looked at me with those kind eyes beckoning me as the siren she could be. I wanted this to last. Even if I throbbed. Which happened to be a side effect to being with her. 

I pinned her arms beside her head as I hovered over her, by chest intentionally breathing heavy to feel her nipples against me. Something so light had me needy to be inside her again. Not even the way she held onto me, which was enough to end me altogether. 

"Did I take my time?" She shook her head "no". 

"Was that because I wanted to come or because I wanted to make you?" I kissed her breasts as her fingers pulled through my hair. 

"Please, JJ..." I raised my eyes at the perfect time to the two fingers teasing her entrance. Poor girl was drilling. Practically pouring out for me. 

"You want my fingers, princess?"

"Two!" She gasped in desperation. 

"Always so greedy-" but against my words, I obliged. One finger followed by the other as she stretched around me. Sultry and tight, just as she always was for me. No matter how many times I fucked her. She was always so fucking tight. 

"I love how I can hear how badly you want me..." I explained as I relished the sounds made of my fingers and her excess. Not to mention the way her breath hitched when I came to that spot. The one that had her hands wrapped around my wrist. 

"I'm not gonna last, JJ..."

"And who said I wanted you to?" I teased, dropping between her thighs and over her clit. She was soaked enough no spit was needed, but I loved the way her eyes rolled when I did. A single spurt and she was moaning uncontrollably beneath me. 

"I'm so close, JJ-"

"You want them to hear back at The Chateau?"

"Wouldn't be the first time..." She reminded as I illuminated at the memory. 

"Or the last..." I threaten sex as she arches her back. 

"Right there!"

"Here?" I tease, slipping my hand just beneath where I knew could unbuckle her again in seconds. She attempted to move me back but I slip away. 

"Stop edging me, JJ...please..."

"Not until you tell me what you dreamt of specifically, sweetheart. I wanna make all your dreams come true..."

"Then fuck me!" She belted as I paused for a moment, savoring in making her wait. 

"Just like you did earlier. Harder. Deeper. Please, I'm so fucking desperate..." I planned to worsen this. I set myself between her legs however, her thighs clenching around me immediately. Fuck, she has that perfect vice I felt long after she was gone. 

"Aren't you always?" I taunted as she whimpered and nodded. 

"But I want to kiss you... everywhere...watching you squirm like that...moan like that...did something to me..."

"And I want that something inside of me, JJ...please..." But I wanted to torment her. I offered one finger, a handful of pumps, and a retraction. Two fingers, bending them to her g-spot and kissing her breasts, before pulling back again. I released this, taking occupancy over her nipples and clit as she shook beneath me. All until I knew one more stroke of my tongue would be her undoing. 

"Say it again." She was exhausted before I was even inside of her on my final brigade of thrusts. Poor thing thought it would end this way. 

I align myself to her sex. So fucking wet I could slide so easily. The thought making me flex. 

"Fuck me, JJ...please..." She was weak but needy as her fingers to my shoulders validated this. And finally, our mutual torment was over. 

"It's too much!" She cried out beneath me as I kissed her softly. 

"You can do it, sweetheart. You always do. So fucking good for me..." It was difficult to speak with how she felt wrapped around me. But I needed to commend her. But then again, not enough words, or at least none I knew, could explain how I felt with her. 

"JJ...I can feel it..." But somehow it wasn't enough. Knowing she was close, I needed her closed. Deeper. Harder. Just as she asked for. I pulled her knees to her chest and kept myself in this angle over her. The bed pounding into the wall as I wrapped my hand over the headboard, but it only sent it harder into the foundation. 

"Can you still feel me, princess?" She was silent, her lips pulled apart as no sound emerged. And I knew the look well. She wasn't just coming, she was squirting. Her gasps returning as she coated me, our mutual thighs, the sheets, and I still needed more. 

"Keep coming for me, baby..."

"I can't..."

"One more time...I know you can do it...just one more for me..." She complied, fighting the jolts made of her body as I climbed to my high within her. 

Something erupted between us. Her or me, I couldn't dispute or claim. But the sheets were a mess along with our bodies. Claw marks and bruises would be left in the exchange as I kept her beneath me. Heaven on earth for only a moment before hellfire consumed me as my eyes opened to find her exasperated. 

Even after this, I still wanted more. 

And I would get it. 

Just maybe after some sleep. As long as she didn't clench me like that again...

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