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bellabeebe · 6 months

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chapter one - starting point

(trigger warnings: blood, graphic description, swears, death)

Southern Ontario was home to most of the cast members of the infamous 2010 show, Total Drama World Tour. The teenagers had decided to throw a reunion party at a popular venue. It was a large hall, decorated with Canadian heritage, like flags dotted around on the walls. The party was hosted by Heather after she won the third series. Now, Heather wasn't one to host parties, but despite her mean exterior and personality in the show, she had a kind heart. The contestants would finally be reunited after a year apart.

The guests arrived one by one, contented by each other's presence. When stood outside, waiting, Heather spotted a familiar figure - someone that she was glad to see. She left her spot and ran toward him, laughing happily. That someone was Alejandro, her competition from the season prior. He swept her up into his arms and hugged her tight. "I'm so glad you could come." She smiled. The rest of the contestants arrived one by one, too.

The Drama Brothers, Total Drama's resident band, were ecstatic to reunite. No one, though, was more ecstatic than Izzy, the 'crazy girl.' Upon spotting her two best friends, Noah and Eva, she leaped over and gave them a huge bear hug. Eva wasn't mad about physical touch, but she made an exception with Izzy. She then bounced over to Owen, her boyfriend. He, as well as Izzy, loved physical touch and gave her a warm squeeze.

Once all the guests had arrived, the party began. The old friends chatted on and on, laughter and fun filling the room. The only person who was not surrounded by friends was Ezekiel. He barely had any friends, and usually took to being alone. This was probably because he had said something sexist in the first season - his dad told him to say it, and he didn't exactly know any better. Thinking back to that moment, Ezekiel realized that he shouldn't have said that. If he hadn't he would most probably be surrounded by friends. Alas, it was what it was.

Justin sat in a circle with his three best friends, Cody, Harold, and Trent, as they discussed new songs to publish as a band. Since Total Drama Action, he had stopped worrying about his looks as much. His friends were much more important than beauty. As he laughed, he noticed the homeschooled country boy sitting alone in a corner. Ezekiel was clearly sad, his eyes clouded with loneliness. He headed over to him, moving in an awkward bum-shuffle.

Ezekiel's head was buried in his arms by the time Justin reached him. "Hey." Ezekiel jumped. "Hey!" Ezekiel exclaimed in surprise. He hadn't expected anyone to communicate with him tonight, let alone Justin. "You ok? You can come and sit with me and my friends if you'd like." Zeeke leaned forward to catch a glimpse of the group. Harold smiled and waved. The two sat with the group, making regular conversation with Ezekiel. To be honest, Ezekiel thought he was about to cry. Not because he was sad, though: because he finally felt appreciated.

Alejandro and Heather sat together on one of the couches, snuggled up in a blanket. She was asleep, lying on his shoulder as he and a few others watched a movie on the TV in front of the couch. Heather stirred and murmured in her sleep a few times.

The television, all of a sudden, glitched and the news flicked on. The newsman looked visibly distressed and disturbed, stray hairs sticking up off his head and eyebags sagging. It was an emergency broadcast. This hadn't happened much before.

"This is an emergency broadcast announcing the outbreak of an apocalypse. Labs all around Canada can not explain the sudden surge of these creatures - please stay inside your homes and only leave if urgent. Even then, stay protected, stay safe. May God bless you all. The zombie apocalypse has begun."

Alejandro urgently nudged Heather awake, calling the others over to the television. Some watched in horror, some started to cry. Some were in denial, some panicked. "WHAT WILL WE DO?" Sierra shrieked, hugging Cody, much to his annoyance.

"Shit, shit, shit.." Gwen paced around the room, biting her nails.

Bridgette's bottom lip wobbled and she burst out into childish tears. Geoff hurried to hold her, trying his hardest to comfort her. Ezekiel sat blankly in front of the news broadcaster, taking in every detail of what he was saying. This infection was spreading at an unnatural rate, due to the zombies' unnatural speed. His parents had taught him to always be prepared for something like this. He knew how to block doors. That was only his first step.

Moving quickly, he darted to the door a blocked the door handle with a chair. Looking out the window, he saw somebody outside. They were pale and bloody, with grotesque scars and blotches on the skin. Their eyes were that of a blind person's - light blue and glossy. The zombie twisted their head and spotted Ezekiel sheepishly staring at them. They let out a terrible screech and started banging on the door. "Oh God." He murmured under his breath, finding more objects to block the door with. A table, more chairs, wood planks. He sped back through the hall to where the teens were gathered.

"What is that noise?" Courtney gasped, going to investigate. Ezekiel grabbed her arm as she was about to move and shook his head solemnly. Courtney's eyes narrowed, and she sharply drew her arm from his hand. "Don't-" He shouted alertedly.

"What? Why-" Courtney was confused.

"They're here. Just please don't go." He pleaded, fear in his eyes. Courtney nodded and joined the rest of the group. Katie and Sadie clung onto each other, shivering and shaking more with each bang and crash on the door. Lindsay huddled into a blanket on the couch, Tyler comforting her. He held her, softly stroking her hair. Courtney saw how scared everybody was, and whistled with her hands.

"Right, we can't worry right now. We need weapons and protection. Heather, you and your family rent this hall every few months, right? Is there anywhere we can find an emergency gun or something like that?" Courtney exclaimed, passing her gaze to Heather. She nodded, yet said she forgot where it was. "Great.. that's another thing we need to do - find it. Until then, block all the windows and doors. It can be with planks, tables, chairs-"

"I saw a toolbox near the door - maybe we can use the nails and hammer inside to barricade the doors," Ezekiel suggested. Courtney smiled, nodding. For the next half hour, the teens got to work. The toolbox's contents were limited, but they made the most of what was there. The hall was flooded with the noise of dedication and determination. It was hard to hear yourself think with all the hammering.

A sharp yell could be heard from Heather - tears were brimming in her eyes. "What's wrong?" Alejandro asked, anxiously standing at her side. He looked down. Blood covered her finger, one of the nails sticking out of it. Heather winced when he touched it. "Is there a medical room here anywhere?" Alejandro questioned softly. Heather nodded, both of them standing up and moving to her guidance.

After the group had done the best they could, half decided to keep a lookout. No weapons had been found yet, and the emergency gun had not been located yet. If the zombies broke in, there was no protection. The risk was huge.

Everything was quiet and still until the dreaded happened. A lifeless being came into sight outside, looking directly through the window. It grinned, showing sharp yellow teeth, and lunged toward the door. It banged and crashed against it, the blockage only delaying its entrance by a few minutes. Geoff jumped back from the door in astonishment - it was surprisingly strong.

"Hide!!" Owen shouted, ducking behind the couch. Izzy dove behind too, followed by Noah. Eva stood protectively in front, her stance readied. The rest of the teens found rooms with lockable doors and hid in round corners or under blankets.

Disturbing guzzling noises sounded from behind the front door, sobbing too. Bridgette clasped her hand over her mouth, desperate to stay quiet. Lindsay clung onto Tyler, terrified. Her tears stung her eyes.

In a matter of seconds, the zombie had kicked down the door and was now on the hunt. It charged through the hall, screaming unnaturally. It headed toward Eva, hands outstretched. Eva's eyes widened, and she took action, kicking it as it came near. Izzy watched in awe behind the couch. It writhed around on the floor, Eva leaping behind the couch with her friends. Now, everybody was hidden.

It walked toward a table, where Beth was hidden underneath. It had seen her. Beth could not stand up for herself, or fight. She was a weakling. The creature lunged toward her, teeth chomping. Beth screamed, the zombie tearing at her flesh. Blood oozed from her fresh wounds.

Lindsay started to sob and was forced to watch as her best friend was torn to shreds. Tyler tried to block her gaze, but she still managed to see. She hugged him painfully, struggling to breathe. He cupped his hand onto her mouth securely. She couldn't make a sound.

Beth cried and yelled, her mouth flooding with blood. She started to choke on it as the zombie ate through her skin. Beth breathed one final breath and died there, on the same floor she had danced on a couple of hours ago.

The zombie stood up, its eyes flickering around the room. They landed on Gwen, her head sticking out from the blanket she was hidden under. It showed a grizzly smile, teeth coated with blood and saliva. Running toward her like an angry bull, Gwen screeched. Trent gasped.

Before the disgusting creature could take a bite of her flesh, a gunshot sounded. It was loud and shocking. Everybody stood up. Heather held the emergency gun in her hand, pressing the trigger down. Satisfaction rushed through her blood.

"Stay away, motherfucker."

The zombie lay limp on the ground, mouth agape and eyes blank. Heather spun the gun round in her hand and blew on the bullet hole. Gwen shivered in her spot. Trent sat with her, gently hugging her.

Everyone's gaze turned to Beth. Next to her, Lindsay sobbed and shook, Tyler holding her back. "No... Beth!" Lindsay's voice wobbled.

Heather helped her to stand up, telling her that it would be okay.

It was not okay.

It never would be okay without her best friend by her side.

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egocentered · 1 year

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Beyond the high walls

Fandom : Vikings Valhalla (season 2)

Relationships : Godwin (of course)/OC (of course as well)

Warnings : explicit sexual content (medieval sex, whatever it may mean)

Summary : Godwin, Earl of Wessex, provokes a meeting with the woman who occupies all his thoughts to announce his upcoming nuptials with King Canute's niece, Gytha.

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If you get curious about the OC's backstory, it might be coming in a new chapter, because here is definitely not their first encounter.

Thank you for reading and please enjoy :)

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“Are you looking for something, my Lord?”

Earl Godwin froze for a moment, nodding before slowly turning back to Leofe with that usual flirtatious smirk on his lips.

“Not something,” he said in a cheerful voice, “someone.”

“Oh… in front of my door?” she asked falsely, “it must be someone important.”

“Absolutely!” he retorted, amused.

She walked over to him, seeing more clearly in the semi-darkness of the evening the mischievous eyes that were scrutinizing her with undisguised desire. Every time Leofe caught him staring at her in such a way, that shiver that crept up her neck never failed to make her flinch a little. The bond they had woven over the weeks they had met felt special to her, sincere and reassuring, restrained and yet forbidden by the indisputable attraction hovering over them.

She knew he would not have taken such a bold approach if her house were not so isolated in a little London alley. His position was hardly compatible with the frequentation of a simple commoner such as her, even less so when he was preparing to marry the niece of King Canute. However, Earl Godwin seemed to have perfectly mastered the art of discretion.

Silence fell between them as they stood face to face, Godwin casting shifty glances toward the front door, casually clearing his throat. The woman was tempted, as often, to tickle him on his restraint. He wanted to come in and it was excessively inappropriate to say such things aloud. Not that his position kept him from it. She knew better than that that it was above all a mark of respect on his part; just like the fact that he persisted in mischievously calling her my Lady since he had learned, at their very first encounter that she was of a higher origin than her present situation would lead one to believe.

“I brought back some ale from the tavern,” Leofe threw in an innocent tone, looking down at her arms loaded with a pitcher, “would you like to share it with me, my Lord?”

Godwin let out a fleeting smile as he waddled a little. Feigning hesitation, he finally blurted out:

“Well, why not.”

She walked past him to open the door, not without contentiously giving up a small smirk.

Her lodgings were small and dark, sparsely arranged. A table and a single chair stranded against the wall near the lighted stove, which served as light and warmer as well as cooker, and in the corner on the other side of the stove, a bed. At the other near end of the dwelling, a flimsy palisade separated what appeared to be a toilet area. Scattered everywhere, a few books placed on top of each other on the floor betrayed her education and former wealth.

She put her pitcher on the table and began to fill the only cup she had before handing it to Godwin who was watching in silence; she would drink directly from the pitcher and that did not seem to surprise him in the least. She liked to ignore manners — so had he already noticed — as a slightly provocative way to demonstrate that she would not be tamed by anyone or anything, but with him she tended to somehow soften her rebellious heart —which he had also noticed and elegantly joked about as often as he could.

“Unfortunately, I’m out of candles,” she apologized, looking around the dark room.

The open stove gave off an incandescent glow that reached no higher than their knees.

“It must be difficult to read in these conditions,” he retorted in a soft tone, ostensibly scanning the floor strewn with books “I will have some brought to you.”

Leofe blinked in slight surprise, there had never been any talk of gifts between them — was not that just for lovers? However, for the tender demonstration that this man knew what mattered to her, she could make an exception.

"Thank you my Lord" she retorted almost solemnly, genuinely touched.

Godwin smiled gently and bowed his head just as ceremonially, “My Lady.”

She reached for the chair for Godwin to sit in, while heading for her bed, but he ignored it and followed her instead before bowing slightly in front of her amused look, inviting her to sit on the used straw mattress. He then sat down beside her; too close for convenience, some would say.

They exchanged a few fleeting and complicit glances, without a word, each sipping their beverage.

After a light inspiration, she broke the silence:

“Congratulations on your wedding, my Lord, I heard the news!”

While he was still searching for the words to announce his upcoming nuptials, she had anticipated him with genuine enthusiasm, which made his heart ache a little.

“Thank you my Lady.” he replied swiftly, suppressing the bitterness that was rising in his throat.

“You must be so happy—“

“Yes,” he cut her off more curtly than he would have liked, “I am.”

Godwin looked down at his cup silently with a frozen smile as she stared at him in confusion.

“I'm sorry—“

“No, don't be,” he cut off again with a sigh. “This is…wonderful news, indeed.” He looked up and forced a wider smile. “I'm... glad it pleases you.”

She watched him in silence for a few moments, his smile faltering slightly at the corners of his mouth.

“I am not pleased, my Lord—” she resumed with strong innuendo in her voice.

He felt his heart race a little, as she continued:

“I know what kind of marriage it is and that you’ll greatly benefit from it in every way you have desired for so long.”

Godwin displayed an expression of true relief.

“Yes… you know it well, my Lady.”

She could read him; from the first moment they spoke, it was the feeling that inhabited him. Therefore, she had understood, even if he only mentioned it halfway, the hurt and the desire for revenge that gnawed at him. She understood the determination and dedication to fulfil his destiny. Yet, she never judged him for it even though she dedicated herself into going in the exact opposite way — although he had taken great care in never mentioning Ælfwynn and the tragic consequences she suffered on behalf of him.

Although she had always struggled against the conventions and duties imposed on her by her status of noble birth, and he on the contrary struggled to regain his fallen rank, they would not let fate decide what their lives would be, in this, they looked alike, respected and admired each other.

Nevertheless, the admiration did not surpass the attraction he felt towards this woman. When she looked at him, he could guess her sagacity, her intelligence and always that touch of malice that amused him so much. Sometimes he also seemed to perceive behind her beautiful mysterious eyes, centuries of lived lives and countless unspoken words about her sufferings.

At that moment, when he came to announce to the one he desired so much - and who, he hoped, desired him just as much in return - his union with another woman, she was simply delighted to see him get closer to achieving his dreams. She was like no other.

“So… it is indeed wonderful.” she finished almost in a whisper.

She took a long sip of ale, ostensibly meeting Godwin's sudden intent gaze behind her pint.

As soon as she lowered it, Godwin leaned over hastily and kissed her under her astonished eyes. The kiss broke off almost instantly, the time for a sigh on their lips, a troubled look exchanged, before Leofe returned it.

All restraints were released from that moment; they felt in their chests the last resistances fall like so many breaths they had been holding. Bucket and pitcher thudded to the ground as Godwin leaned even forward. Moving his body against her, he grabbed her face and pressed his lips closer to hers in a delicate kiss, then another and as their breaths grew deeper and louder, soon he parted her lips with his tongue before sliding it into her mouth. She let out a soft moan, uncontrolled; a rather explicit expression of her surrender to the act that they had both longed for.

He moaned back, embracing her harder than before. There was something so impetuous in his embrace, his fingers compulsively tightening around her shoulders, the pressure of his arms on her back holding her always so closer, and his nose buried in her cheek; he hardly tried to catch his breath. She had imagined before what it could be like to be in his arms, but she would not have dared picture him with such passion.

He invaded her shamelessly and she succumbed, rocking backwards under the weight of his chest. She clutched at his coat, trying to catch her breath while he reached for her neck, licking and nibbling on the thin delicate skin. His hands started frantically searching for an opening under her garment, movements made uneasy by the thickness of his sleeves. This clumsiness would not last; she recoiled on the mattress, briefly separating his lips from her skin, and sat up, bringing her legs in between his. He stood up in his turn, as she grabbed his coat and pulled it down his arms before letting it fall to the ground. Their lips joined again in a feverish kiss, their legs now intertwined and their hands finally reaching for the touch of their bodies.

Godwin swiftly reached for her breasts, making her wave under him with a sonorous sigh. He pressed his crotch on hers, feeling the increasing hardness of his sex. A raucous moan came out of his mouth before he looked up searching for her eyes; he needed to see on her face the reflection of the same pleasure he was experiencing. Her half-closed, wavering gaze suddenly locked on his and turned intense, she let her body express the words she could not say now, as she stroked his back until reaching on the edge of his pants, and then slipped her hands under the belt, gently cajoling the plump shape from the top of his buttocks.

He had such soft skin, undoubtedly a noble’s skin — she could never have said the same of her late farmer of a husband's. As doing so, she intensely rippled her hips against Godwin's already hard crotch. His eyelids fluttered as a shiver travelled through his back skin — she could feel all the little bumps rise and fall under the pulp of her fingers.

He jerked a short breath and looked at her with a vague disbelief in his eyes. Leofe nearly smiled at his uncontrolled reaction before he kissed her unceremoniously. Letting go of her breasts, he nimbly grabbed the tired skirt that covered her knees and pulled it up her legs until he could feel the undergarment below. Burying his face into her neck, feeling her hot breaths quicken on his hair, he tugged at the last thin piece of clothing protecting her virtue. The fabric tore so ridiculously easily under his fingers, inviting him to explore beyond, finally touch that warm defended fruit between her thighs; so soft, and already moist, calling for him to take it whole. Reaching into his own pants, he released his then painfully erect cock.

She moaned in anticipation, feeling his rushed hand movements over their respective intimacies, and then found all sound suddenly trapped in her throat when she felt him bluntly penetrating her. Their limbs stiffened the entire time he was inside; Godwin, so heavy and strong, made the first thrust last until both went out of breath. Finally releasing the pressure, both inhaled loudly and right away he resumed, entered again her humid cunt that contracted under the assault, making him jolt in pleasure from the sudden tightness.

“Oh God…” he let out in a feverish sight.

Their minds went gradually blank from the pounding and increasing pleasure, their movements became chaotic, hands hectically grabbing whatever fell under their reach; fabric, hair, flesh. The sounds of their bodies colliding soon became as vigorous as the lustful moans that even a biting on their lips could not moderate. Soon a last cry fell out their joined mouths as they simultaneously reached the peak of enjoyment in a passionate embrace.

It felt like the edge of a territory she had never explored before; that is the thought that crossed Leofe’s wandering mind as they lazily laid there, two exhausted and motionless intertwined bodies, Godwin’s head resting on the crook of her neck as she stared blankly at the dark ceiling. With her husband, it felt more like duty and a rare one to say the least. It surely took a great amount of vitality to intensely desire the other when one was already so drained by the physically enduring work of the crops. However, there, with this long and rather intensely desired man, it was an edge, as it seemed very unlikely to feel anything beyond the magnitude of the blissful waves that had irradiated her whole body.

Leofe had read theories, stumbled—not so hazardously—upon licentious writings of long gone roman poets as Lucretius and Ovidius when she was younger, but none had ever provided the closest clue to what she had felt there. If she had been able to find them daring at times in their evocations of the carnal act, she now found them well restrained.

Warm, cosy and cradled by the soft, even breathing of the Lord on her chest and the crackling of the fire in the hearth, her eyelids became a little heavier and her thoughts little by little turned scattered and incoherent. Soon she could no longer follow the thread, distinguish those that she consciously generated from those that arose by themselves in her head as a prelude to a dream.

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