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This took so much longer than I thought (working between commissions. My hand feels numb.). But I really wanted to draw my fave boy and his MC~ I know I put that she’s 4′11′’ on her initial profile, but I shrunk her a little more. 

Now Ji-Yun’s actually 4′9′’, but she tells people she’s 4′11′’ and wears heels all the time so that way she’s not technically lying. 

As far as the default MCs go, Ji-Yun is actually a mix of MC1 and MC2 (aka. Blonde MC). 

She started off as MC2, but because I love Zen and wanted him to have an MC that looked as “canon” as possible- I merged her with MC1. Don’t worry Blonde MC lovers! I’ll be introducing her when the time is right ^-^;;;

Next up, Jumin and his MC! 

Don’t Let Me Die Before I Wake

Pairings: Bitty/Kent, Kent/Jack, Bitty/Jack/Kent, Bitty/Jack
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~106k
Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, assassins, near death experiences, minor character death, weapons, angst with a happy ending, lots (and lots) of sex
Summary:  This is the end, Eric thinks. He’s been kidnapped and sentenced to death and this is the end. But well—at least his kidnapper is attractive. He supposes there are worse ways to go.
Author’s Note:
Alternate summary provided by @jacksbits
bitty: *meets a man who is likely to kill him*
bitty: aw shit
bitty: i’d fuck him tho

All (completely accurate plot) jokes aside, this fic is finally done!!! Wow, what a roller coaster. This fic started with the premise of ‘Kent would be a terrible kidnapper, wouldn’t he? haha!’ and completely snowballed into the story you see here. I had most of everything plotted out (minus some of the twists and sex scenes) from the very beginning, but it took way… way longer to get it all out than I thought it would. Thanks so much to those of you who’ve stuck with it this entire time, and for those who might’ve been waiting for it to finish before you started reading—it’s done!!!

Thanks to @yoursummerfrost and @jacksbits both for reading and betaing the whole entire thing for me. There are many others who I screamed at about this for a good chunk of time, and thanks to all of you as well <3

Don’t Let Me Die Before I Wake

(Final Chapter)

Feysand Fic (Part 5)

See parts 1-4 here

(Rhys POV)

Mor winnowed us directly into the downstairs living room of my… our townhouse. Reluctantly I raised my eyes to meet the stares of those in the room, whatever conversation they had been having forgotten at our arrival. Amren, met my gaze and nodded her head in welcome she was sitting on the couch conveniently separating Lucien from Nesta. Cassian raised his eyebrows at me, or at Mor I didn’t care enough to discern which.

The smell of my mate lingered in the room, but she wasn’t here. Panic pulsed, through me at her absence. My fear must have been visible on my face, because instantly Cassian whispered, “She’s fine Rhys, she is upstairs resting… but fine.” A breath that I hadn’t realized I had been holding shattered through my chest at his words. She was fine, my mate… my mate was okay, and upstairs. I was vaguely aware that Amren had started talking to Mor and I about what had happened in the Spring Court, but I couldn’t concentrate on the details, all of my thoughts were consumed by one thing… Feyre.

Without saying a word I turned my back on the room, heading towards the stairs. The desire to see my mate, compelling my feet forwards, pushing through my exhaustion with each step. I knew that I was walking at a normal pace, but it felt like it took much longer to reach the door to my… our bedroom than normal.

My hand shook as I reached for the door, cursing I balled my fingers into a tight fist forcing the shaking to stop, as I tried to pull myself together. Tried, and failed, I was too spent. I couldn’t even control my own body. I sighed, this is not how I wanted to look the first time I saw my mate again after months. I wanted to be the strong High Lord of the Night Court that she had fallen in love with, not the crumbling mess I was now. Cringing at the thought that my mate might not want the broken pieces of myself that I had become, I slowly pushed open the door.

Her scent hit me first, the smell of her this close almost bringing me to my knees. Pushing the door open farther, I finally saw her. Lying on her stomach, spread out across our bed, one hand clutching my pillow close. Her head was angled away from me towards the open balcony overlooking Velaris, but I could tell by the deep rhythmic rise and fall of her chest that she was asleep. She was still dressed in that ridiculous pink dress from the Spring Court, I snarled showing my teeth, as I smelled spring on her… smelled Tamlin. I would kill him.

I reached inside me searching for the bond, but still could not feel her. That’s when I saw the bands of silver around her ankles, I vaguely recalled Lucien saying something about it nullifying her powers. This time a growl, fierce and strong ripped through me. How dare they put those chains on my mate, my High Lady.

Tentatively I reached out a finger to stroke the silver metal, the coldness of it surprised me, but what didn’t surprise me was the feeling of repulsion that went through me. My magic screamed at me to move away from it, to stop touching it, so I did. My face grim, as I looked for the first time into the face of my mate.

This time my legs did give out, as I feel to my knees in front of her. How had she survived wearing those horrid chains for so long. A shudder went through me at the thought of what it must feel like to wear them all the time. I raised my gaze again to take in her face. She was beautiful, and she looked peaceful in this moment. My eyes scanned over the rest of her taking note of the bruise that was still prominent around her throat, and the fact that she had lost some weight, but she was alive and finally home.

Exhaustion pulsed through me as the drive to see my mate was fulfilled. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stay conscious much longer, before my mind forced me into sleep so that it could restore the damage I had done earlier.

Carefully, so as to not disturb Feyre, I braced my arms on either side of her on the mattress, and slowly lowered myself beside her on the bed, my arms tightening around her to hold her close against me. The last thing I remembered before giving into the burnout was her warm breath caressing my neck.

(Feyre POV)

I was starting to wake up, my mind slowly catching up the events of day, when the scent of citrus and sea filled my senses. Slowly I remembered that I was in our room lying on our bed, but the scent seemed stronger. My eyes snapped open.

Rhys…

My mate, was sleeping beside me, his arms wrapped around me holding me tightly to his chest. Angling my head backwards slightly I looked up into his face. His hair was disheveled, and longer than I had ever seen it. The muscles of his face were relaxed in sleep, and one could have mistaken it to be peaceful if they didn’t know better. Dark circles lined his eyes that were not there months ago, his strong cheek bones more prominent. He looked as broken as I felt.

Wanting desperately to touch him, to prove that this was real and not a dream, I raised a finger tracing the outline of his face expecting him to stir at the sensation, but he remained asleep. Odd… Rhys would normally snap his eyes open at the slightest movement. In fact he normally could sense when I was awake.

I let my hands roam lower, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling my body closer to his as my fingers continued there descent, grabbing his shirt pulling it up so that I could feel his bare skin against me. Rhys still didn’t stir.

Now I was concerned, something had to be wrong. Bracing my hands against his chest I pushed away as far as I could trying to see him better, but his grip instinctively tightened around me, pulling me against him. Looking back up into his face, I frowned. Was he having a nightmare? Why wouldn’t he wake up?

“Rhys…” I whispered against his ear, my voice much weaker and raspier than I would have liked, but it still hurt to talk thanks to… I shuddered pushing the memories down inside me. “Rhys” I tried again with more volume. My hand cupped his cheek, as I said his name again.

When he still didn’t react, I became frantic, shaking his shoulders, but he remained motionless. The only sign that he was even alive, was the warm breath hitting my face.

“Mor! Amren!” My voice wasn’t loud enough to be considered a scream, but I knew that if they were still in the townhouse they would hear me.

Within seconds Mor was standing beside the bed. She quickly scanned the room looking for any threats, upon finding none her gazed rested back on the bed, where Rhys and I were laying. I noticed that her gaze lingered longer on Rhys, before her eyes found mine.

“Whats wrong Feyre?” She whispered.

I pointed a finger at Rhys, who was still sleeping like the dead beside me. “What’s wrong with him?” My voice cracked with emotion, and I didn’t care as tears sprang to my eyes. I just wanted to speak to my mate, needed to hear his voice, feel his touch, his caress, his lips…

“Oh Feyre…” Mor reached out and squeezed my hand, offering me a comforting smile. “He’s fine, well… mostly. Today, I don’t know… he slipped. He released almost all of his power in a short amount of time. It drained him… I hadn’t realized how much, but…” Mor paused as she glanced over at Rhys. “ It seems worse than I initially thought. He will probably sleep for a while, perhaps days.”

Days… he could be asleep for days. I frowned at the thought and Mor laughed. “Don’t worry Feyre, you will have him back soon enough.” I offered her a small smile, of course I was just happy to be here, happy to be home. Mor smiled back at me, as if she could read my thoughts. I dropped my gaze, readying myself for the question that I needed to ask.

“How was he?” Mor’s smile faltered, as her eyes darted again to Rhys.

“He, umm… He didn’t take being separated from you well. At first, I thought that with time it would get better, but it seemed to only get worse the further you were gone. It was like everyday more of him faded away, until all that was left was the mask of the High Lord of the Night Court.” Mor shook her head, as if trying to clear away memories. “He sent Elaine away with Azril, and it made sense and has been working well to our advantage, but I think he had an alternative motive for sending her away, she reminded him too much of you. He started drinking more, becoming more isolated… today was the most I’ve talked to him in months…”
Pain and guilt ripped through my heart, as Mor talked. My fault… it was all my fault. Her hand tightened around mine, in reassurance as she said, “Nobody blames you Feyre.” I couldn’t respond without crying, so I just nodded my head, and looked back at Rhys.

“I do need to tell you something.” Mor continued, “In the morning members of the Summer, Dawn, and Winter courts will be here for a meeting at the House of Wind. We have been trying to persuade Winter and Dawn to join us for months, but have been mostly unsuccessful, especially with Winter. The news of Amarantha’s possible return has spread quickly, and Winter has agreed for a meeting.” Mor paused, apparently waiting for me to respond, when I didn’t she pressed further. “This is very important, their alliance will be the difference between winning and losing this war”

I knew that. I knew that Autumn and Day court had already aligned themselves with Tamlin and the King of Hybren, we needed all of the alliances we could get, and it still probably wouldn’t be enough.

“Why did they agree to the meeting now?” If they had been working on it for months, why now.

“Azril and Elaine were returning home to see you, and Dawn decided to come along. Winter it seems is interested in why Feyre Curse breaker, would associate with the monsters of the Night Court. Winter is mostly interested in speaking with you, and knowing what happened with Amarantha.”

I shuddered, the thought of having to speak about it to anyone. Rhys and I haven’t even talked about it yet, and to complete strangers. I couldn’t… I… I would worry about it latter.

“What about Rhys?” I asked glancing back at my mate who was still sleeping soundly. Mor shrugged her shoulders, as she appraised him from her spot on the bed.

“He might not fully recover in time for the meeting.” She finally said after moments of silence.

Rhys might not be there, that would mean that I would have to lead the meeting alone, a meeting where the outcome would change the course of history. I felt nauseous just thinking about it. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t do this alone. Not right now, not without my powers. Not with these stupid chains. I couldn’t… I couldn’t.

Commander Princess VIII

Could you do one where Clarke tells Lexa she is pregnant and how Lexa becomes super protective of Clarke and how would both skaikru and trikru react like its the Commander and Skaiprisa kid so there must be a like a ceremony or festival for the child maybe it would be a prequel to Commander Princess and maybe a bonus where Lexa gets really angry with people touching or getting near Clarks baby bump I love your writing and I just love the Commander Princess ones

“Are you…?” Lexa tried. 

On the chair opposite the bed, Clarke anxiously waited for some kind of reaction, some kind of sign of life from her wife. 

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Road Trip with Julie

It all started when Grandma decided to give me her car.

I’d overheard Mom talking with Grandma on the phone. After the call, Mom came into the living room and gave Dad and I the good news: Now that Grandma was moving into a retirement community, she was giving up driving and she had decided to give her car to me.

I was ecstatic. I had been secretly hoping for this and I really needed the car. I was driving a 10-year-old Ford with about 150K miles on it. That was ok for getting back and forth to high school, which was only about four or five miles away. But next fall, I’d being going to college and the round-trip commute was nearly 50 miles a day. The Ford did ok in good weather, but in the ice and snow it sometimes stalled and didn’t handle so well. It was a just matter of time until the Ford would need a big expensive repair and I’d have to get rid of it.

Grandma had a Honda that was less than three years old. I doubted it had 20K miles on it, maybe less. This would solve my problem completely.

Mom filled in the details of the deal. I was to go to Florida and help Grandma pack and move into her new apartment, then I could have the car and drive it home. Grandma was planning to move in July and I’d be out of school by then. This was easy.

Dad looked up from his sandwich and didn’t say anything. He doesn’t talk much and you have to watch his face to know what he’s thinking. He was clearly not pleased and was giving Mom his you-should-have-talked-me-to-about-this expression. I knew that he wasn’t happy, but I didn’t know what the problem was. There was no point in asking, so I’d just have to wait for him to talk to Mom, then they’d tell me.

That night was Sunday, so it was a family dinner night and my sister Julie was there. Julie lives at home and commutes to the community college where I’ll be going in the fall. When my parents agreed to pay for her to go to college, they had a number of conditions, one of which was that she would be home for family dinner twice every week. Each semester, Mom and Julie looked at Julie’s class schedule and decided what days would be family dinners. This semester, it was Sundays and Tuesdays.

Before dinner, I gave Julie the good news about the car but warned her about Dad’s expression. Her face scrunched up as she thought about the problem, but she offered no explanation of what Dad might be thinking.

At dinner, Dad brought up the topic of the car. He said that he and Mom had discussed it and had decided that it was too long of a trip for me to drive alone. It was about 1200 miles each way, give or take, and that it was much too far. We’d have to find another way to get me a better car. His face said “I’ve made my decision.” When he gets that expression on his face, there is no point arguing and getting him angry, so I just looked down at my soup, hoping for a miracle.

But Julie came to the rescue. “I’ll go with him,” she said. It was a great idea and I didn’t know why I hadn’t thought of it myself. Dad trusts Julie’s driving much more than mine. I made some mistakes when I was first learning, and Dad took away my keys for more than a year. Julie, on the other hand, has been driving years longer than me and has never had an accident or a ticket.

Julie continued brightly, “It will give us some brother-sister bonding time!” This was sure to get Mom on our side. Julie and I had once been very close, but since she’d started going to college two years ago, we’ve seen a lot less of each other. She still lives at home but is often at school in the evenings and during weekends, so we don’t have much time together. This worries Mom because she is very close to her brother and is disappointed that Julie and I are growing apart.

When we were kids, Julie and I were the best of friends and continual playmates. She was never a girly-girl playing with dolls and frilly clothes, and I was never a macho boy interested only in sports, so our interests often overlapped. We built Lego’s, and played cards, Monopoly, and basketball, and, when we were younger, played house, with me as the daddy and Julie as the mommy. When Mom or Dad were unreasonable, which was pretty often, we gave each other a sympathetic ear. We had a quiet alliance against our strict parents and would help each other out whenever we could. If it weren’t for each other, we’d have had a pretty rough childhood.

I’ve always admired Julie. She was the bravest kid I’d ever known. I don’t mean that she would jump off cliffs or do other dangerous stuff. I mean that she never worried about what other kids thought of her and never did anything just to make them like her. If other girls called her a tomboy, or if boys made fun of the way she threw a ball like a girl, she laughed them off. She wore clothes that she liked and never worried about what other girls were wearing. She danced when she felt like it, sang when she felt like it, and played ball when she felt like, and if other kids thought she wasn’t doing it right or well enough, she never let it bother her. She wasn’t pretending she didn’t care, like many kids sometimes do. She really didn’t care.

People always notice Julie’s smile. She’s famous for having a different smile for every occasion. When we were kids, there was her naughty smile after she stole a cookie, her conspiratorial smile when we were hatching a plan against our parents, her goofy smile when she was acting silly, her victory smile when we’d won a game, and her sweet smile when she was giving me a birthday present. When somebody is naturally happy the way she is, you can’t help but love her.

A road trip with brother-sister bonding time with Julie would be wonderful. I wanted so much for Dad to let us do it. At that Sunday dinner, Julie gave an off-the-cuff presentation and won Mom over for sure. Mom looked at Dad. Dad’s face switched from I’ve-made-my-decision to I’m-considering-what-you’re-saying. This was great!

After dinner, Julie and I went upstairs to think through the details so we could provide a plan that Mom and Dad would be happy with. We sat on Julie’s bed and debated. We decided that flying to Florida would be too expensive– $600 or more for two people. Instead, we would drive the Ford down, sell it, and then drive the Honda back.

We could drive that distance in three or maybe two very long days, but that would be no fun. Better to make a summer vacation road trip out of it. Julie was graduating in May with an Associate’s degree and had lined up a job as a pre-school teacher, but that job wouldn’t be starting until late August. In the meantime, she’d have to support herself bagging groceries or working at McDonald’s, if they’d take her. She wasn’t looking forward to this at all. She definitely didn’t want to spend her first months as a college graduate in a job where she’d be asking “You want fries with that?”

I was also not looking forward to working over the summer. I needed to work to get money for a new car, but if I was getting a car for free, maybe I could skip working. It wouldn’t be easy to find a job anyway, and it was unlikely I’d be able to get many hours per week if I did. Even if I worked, I wouldn’t make any serious money.

The Ford was worth something, and if we sold it in Florida, it would fund the trip. If Mom and Dad would loan us some money until we sold the car, we could pay for the whole trip this way. If we were careful with money, we could probably take a whole month or maybe more, and see the country on the way. We could make a stop to visit our aunt and uncle in Virginia, and spend some time with our cousins. Julie gave me a great, big let’s-do-this smile.

In order to convince Mom and Dad, we had to fill in the details. We spent hours sitting on the bed in Julie’s room using her laptop computer. On the Internet, we looked up used car prices and figured out how much we’d be able to get for the Ford in Florida. We researched motel prices and found that, if we stayed away from big cities, we could sleep economically. We planned potential routes and made lists of “worthy” historical and educational sights to visit along the way, such as Gettysburg, the Smithsonian, Cape Canaveral, and various national parks. Dad would be pleased that we’d go to worthy sights.

We made a complete budget and decided that, with free nights at Grandma’s and at our uncle’s house, we could probably make the money from the Ford last five or six weeks. Plus, we figured Grandma would probably slip us some cash while we were there, and that would give us an extra cushion.

At Tuesday dinner, we made our proposal to Mom and Dad. They listened carefully to the budget and the list of worthy sites, and Mom was very pleased that we’d visit her brother. Surprisingly, Dad did not come up with a list of problems. Normally, he’s very good at coming up with problems, and we had expected to have to deal with a few. But there were none, and after we’d completed our pitch, he was quiet. Mom looked at him, and he announced his decision: He and I would take the Ford to a mechanic, and together we’d decide if the Ford was safe to take on a trip of this distance. This was great news, because, by not objecting, he had agreed that Julie and I would drive a long distance, be gone from home for most of the summer, and not have summer jobs. He was going to let us do it! After dinner, Julie gave me her great big goofy smile and we gave each other high-fives.

On Saturday, Dad and I took the Ford to the mechanic. We put the car up on the lift and inspected the tires, the brakes, the belts. The mechanic drove the car and listened to the engine. Dad was never going to just say “OK,” so it was important what he didn’t say. He made a short list of things that would need repair, all of them inexpensive and easy. I promised to do them all, and that was that. He didn’t say “no,” so that meant “yes.”

Julie and I were thrilled. She wouldn’t have to serve French fries, I wasn’t going to have to drive a clunker car to college, and we both were going to have five or six full weeks away from home together, the first time in our life that we’d been away from our parents for more than a day. We called Grandma and our uncle with the great news and started to get ready.

There were conditions, of course. Mom and Dad gave us a long written list of conditions, all of which were, of course, non-negotiable. They had photocopied the list so that Julie and I would each have our own copy. The conditions we really pretty reasonable, I have to admit– We had to call at least every other day. No overnight driving or sleeping in the car. Things like that.

We spent a lot of time on Julie’s bed, researching and copying maps and tour guides onto Julie’s laptop computer. We loaded songs onto our MP3 players, picked out CD’s for the car, and decided what to pack. The weeks passed. Julie graduated from college, I graduated from high school, and the day finally came when we were ready to go.

On the morning of our departure, Mom and Dad gathered around the car with us. They each gave us gifts. Dad gave us a road atlas, a AAA membership, and a credit card “to be used only for emergencies— you understand?”. Mom gave us a coupon book of five $20 coupons from a chain of popular inexpensive restaurants, a phone card in case we were in an area where the cell phones didn’t work, and a lunch and snacks for the first day. They loaned us $2000 to be repaid when we sold the Ford. Mom and Julie cried, and even Dad and I had a tear or two, and we were off.

We drove east, toward the Atlantic. Julie is always fun to be with, but especially in the car. She really gets into the CD’s, singing along with them at the top of her lungs. When she doesn’t know the words, she makes them up and comes up with stupid lyrics and corny rhymes that are really ridiculous. She plays air guitar and air drums and this time had a banana for a microphone. She provides a commentary on nearly every song, perhaps gossip about the performer, or something that happened to her once when she was listening to it, or some person she knew who absolutely hated it. When she’s not singing, she’s telling funny stories about people from college or children that she worked with in her student teaching.

We drove a lot that first day. We didn’t want to do many days with a lot of driving, but that first day we wanted to put as much distance between ourselves and home as possible. We stopped once mid-morning, once to eat the lunch Mom gave us, and then drove till mid afternoon. When we got tired of driving, we were in the middle of nowhere, which is a great place to find a cheap motel. We were lucky to find one with a pool, so we went swimming, called Mom, then had dinner at a sub shop. There was a miniature golf course nearby, and we passed a quiet summer evening, away from home for the first time. We were in ecstasy.

After playing miniature golf, we came back to the motel and I turned on the laptop. We had decided that every evening we’d use the Internet to plan the next day, so that first evening we sat around the computer looking at the options and deciding what we’d do tomorrow.

Gradually, we moved eastward, every evening Googling and browsing to figure out what to do the next day. Some days we drove for a couple of hours, and some days we stayed in the same motel a second night. We found good day hikes, which we both enjoyed. We went to one of the worthy sights that we had promised Mom and Dad we’d go to, and much to our surprise, we enjoyed it– with the extra bonus that it was free. We browsed through a vintage clothing store and ate a world-famous hotdog at a world-famous hotdog stand. We went to a water park after debating whether we could afford to splurge on the admission fee. We swam in the motel pool when it had one, and did other ordinary boring things. We loved it.

It was a little awkward sharing a motel room with my sister. We had to have two beds, of course, and that added to the cost sometimes. We had to change clothes in the bathroom, which meant that we had to take clothes in with us when we took a shower, and had to find someplace to lay them down where they wouldn’t get wet or gross. That wasn’t easy in cheap motels with gross bathrooms. I didn’t much like Julie’s taste in TV and she didn’t much care for mine. So we had some adjusting to do, but we never fought or argued and were enjoying our freedom.

Wednesday evening, I was sitting on the bed using the laptop to plan the next day. Julie was at the foot of my bed painting her toenails, and I tossed out ideas as I came across them. I found a funny one. “Want to go to a nude beach?” I asked.

Julie didn’t look up from her toes. “Ok,” she said.

That was disappointing. I thought sure she’d give me a dirty look and call me a disgusting pervert, or do something fun like that. So I went on to other ideas. I found a wildlife refuge with hiking trails, and an ice-cream stand with fifty flavors of homemade ice cream.

Julie finished her toes and moved over on the bed to look at the computer screen with me. “Where’s that nude beach?” she asked.

Ok, so I was going to get a rise out of her after all. I browsed back to the page with the beach. There were photos that showed the sand and the water and the snack bar, but, of course, no people. It looked like a nice beach.

Julie said “Let’s go there.”

I looked at her face, expecting to see her silly smile or maybe her mischievous grin, but it wasn’t there. Was she serious? “You want to go to a nude beach?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“With me?”

“Sure.”

“Are you going to take off your clothes?”

Now she smiled. She shrugged, raised her eyebrows and said “I will if you will.”

I didn’t know what to say. Was she pulling my leg? I looked at her face for clues.

Julie explained earnestly, with no more smile on her face. “Look Alex, we’ve been a good boy and a good girl all these years, doing exactly what Mom and Dad wanted us to do. We’re grown ups now, away from home for the first time. Let’s do something really wild. Let’s get naked on a beach.”

She had a point. Mom and Dad had always set very firm rules on what we were and were not permitted to do, and they were often much stricter than other parents. We always had to do exactly what they said and there were never any appeals or negotiations. We now finally had a chance to do whatever we wanted. Then she smiled again, mischievously this time. “You’ve always wanted to see me naked. Now’s your chance.”

We both laughed. She reminded me about all the times I’d tried to spy on her in the bathroom or her bedroom when I was about 11 or 12. Once, she had told Dad and he had really wailed on me. She felt guilty about how badly Dad punished me and didn’t tattle on me ever again. I never succeeded in seeing her naked, and only rarely got even brief glimpses of her underwear. But I kept trying.

So we thought about it some more. We could wear bathing suits under our clothes so we could chicken out if we needed to. I was worried about getting an erection, of course, but I couldn’t tell my sister that. The bathing suits would give me an opportunity to back out if I couldn’t keep it under control. Julie was all for going and didn’t need any convincing, so we decided to go ahead with it. This was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.

Our plan was to go early so there wouldn’t be many other people around and we could find a secluded spot. When we got there, we’d decide whether to strip all the way or just be in our bathing suits. It was, after all, a “clothing optional” beach, not a “you must be naked” beach.

Julie removed her toe separators, showed me her toes, wiggled them, and said, “Good thing I painted my toenails. A girl wants to have pretty feet at the beach!” She was smiling happily.

The next morning, Julie got up before me. She went into the bathroom and got dressed and came back out while I was still in bed. She picked up the car keys and announced that she was going to go out and bring back some breakfast and pick up some food to take to the beach. She’d be gone for at least 45 minutes, and was leaving the room key with me, so I’d need to let her in when she knocked. She reminded me to put a bathing suit on under my clothes, but I really didn’t need to be reminded of that.

As she was emphasizing that she was leaving the room key with me, I realized what she was really doing. She was giving me time to masturbate so that I might not get an erection at the beach. Neither one of us could say that of course, and I wasn’t pleased to think of my sister’s attention to my masturbation, but I was glad for the time alone and made good use of it.

By the time she came back, I was dressed and ready to go. We drove to the beach.

When we got there, it was mid-morning and there were only a few other people. All were nude, mostly lying face down on their blankets. We had no trouble find a spot near the water and away from other people, so we put down our blanket and towels and took off our clothes, leaving our bathing suits on.

We went into the water and it was cold, but the waves were mild and the bottom sandy and smooth. It took us a while to adjust to the water, but pretty soon we were wet all over and standing in water about up to our stomachs. Julie looked at me, and gave her famous grin. She squatted down in the water and a few seconds later came back up, holding her bathing suit bottom in her hand. I couldn’t see anything in the murky water, of course, but there was no doubt she was bottomless. “Your turn,” she said.

I didn’t hesitate. The cold water removed any concern about an erection, and I couldn’t leave Julie like that by herself. I squatted down and came back up with my bathing suit in my hand. Julie held out her hand and I gave it to her. Julie took my suit and hers and wadded them together into a wet heavy ball. Then she wound up and pitched them out of the water onto the sand. It was a good pitch, not at all like a girl would throw, and the suits landed just past our blanket. There was no going back now.

Julie still had her bathing suit top on. Our bottoms were hidden in the water but her top wasn’t. Julie looked at me, gave me her conspiratorial smile, and, with one quick action, took her top off. I instinctively looked away.

“It’s ok to look Alex.” Julie was sincere. “I want you to look.” I turned back and looked at my sister’s breasts. Julie made no effort to hide herself. No hands in front of her or anything like that. In fact, she put her hands under her breasts and held them up, as if to show them to me. They were white compared to the tan of her shoulders. I’m not an expert, but I thought they probably were a large B-cup, or maybe a C – I wasn’t sure. One was a little bigger than the other, and there were a couple of little zits on them. Her nipples were big and brown and were all scrunched up and pointy because of the cold water.

“You finally get to see them!” she said. Her lack of embarrassment was contagious, and I relaxed a little. I thought I was supposed to say something about how nice they were, but I didn’t know if it was ok for a brother to say that. But Julie wasn’t fishing for compliments. She wadded up her bathing suit top and threw it onto the beach and said, “Let’s go swimming.” Julie jumped into a wave.

Then we began to play in the water, just like we had when we were little kids. We let waves splash over us, and tried to ride them. We pushed each other, dunked each other’s heads under water, and grabbed each other’s feet. We had splashing battles. As the waves came and went, I caught glimpses of my sister’s butt and crotch, and I’m sure she caught glimpses of mine. But pretty soon, it didn’t matter and we were just playing in the water like we hadn’t done for years.

We’d played for a long time, but eventually we were tired and it was time to get out of the water. There were more people on the beach now, and some were close enough that they’d be able to see us as we walked out. I looked at Julie and said “Are you ready?” She nodded and took my hand and we walked together onto the sand. Thankfully, nobody on the beach paid any attention to us.

We went a few steps to the blanket, found our towels, and dried off. Then we stood looking at each other, brother and sister, naked together. I had thought this would be embarrassing, but it really wasn’t. It seemed completely normal and natural and I wasn’t tense at all. Julie pointed to my penis and we laughed at how shriveled up it was in the cold. Then I pointed to her shriveled nipples and we laughed at them too.

We put on our hats and sunglasses and put suntan lotion on our faces. Then I put lotion on Julie’s neck and shoulders and back, and she did mine. When she finished, she gave me a friendly pat on my bare butt. Julie gathered the wadded-up bathing suits from the sand and walked down to the water to rinse them out, and I took the opportunity to get a good look at her body. I knew she wouldn’t have minded.

We sat together on the sand, watching the water. I guess I was averting my eyes and avoiding looking at her, because, out of the blue, Julie said, “You don’t have to look the other way you know. It’s no fun if you don’t look.” So I made a show of looking at every inch of her, from the top of her head to the bottoms of her toes, and we laughed together. I even brushed some sand out of her pubic hair, and she giggled.

There were people walking about now, and we decided to be catty and rate their bodies on a scale of zero to 10. There were a lot of zeroes and not too many tens. We looked around and noticed that we were probably the youngest people on the beach, except for a couple of little kids who were there with their mother. Most people were in their 30’s or 40’s and many older too. It was a clothing-optional beach, but everybody was completely nude, except for a couple of guys who had shirts on to protect from the sun.

When nobody was walking by, we imagined what our old high school teachers would look like if they were naked on the beach. There were lots of zeroes there.

We were feeling brave so we decided to go for a walk and see if we could find some seashells. As we walked, I said that I hoped nobody was rating us like we’d been rating them, but Julie was unfazed. “I’m not worried. I’m a ten!” she said, and gave a little dance and a few modeling poses to emphasize the point. “And so are you!” Julie was unembarrassed to be dancing naked on the beach in front of all those people. She never worries about what other people think.

It was a happy, lazy day. We went back in the water to cool off every so often. We listened to music, read magazines, ate lunch, and just looked at the water. In the afternoon, we decided to go to the snack bar for an ice cream. Since the snack bar was out of the clothing-optional area of the beach, we had to put on our bathing suits. By then, it was getting hot and we didn’t want to get sunburned, so we put on our clothes over our bathing suits and headed for home. In the car, we sang happily the whole way back to the motel.

We got back to the room and kicked off our flip flops. Julie had claimed the first shower, so she sorted through her suitcase to find clean clothes, and carried them to the bathroom. I called after her. “Julie!” She turned. “I don’t think we have to change clothes in the bathroom any more,” I dead-panned, and we both laughed. She put the clean clothes back in the suitcase, took off her shorts and t-shirt and her bathing suit, and walked naked to the shower.

We hung around the room for the rest of the afternoon, and Julie watched her awful TV shows. Over dinner, we decided that we wanted to go back to the beach the next day, so there was no need to browse the Internet. We sat by the motel pool for a while and watched the sunset, then went back to the room, put on our pajamas, watched some more TV, and went to bed.

As soon as the lights were out, I knew I had a problem. The events of the day had gotten me completely worked up and I had an erection that wouldn’t go away. I wasn’t going to be able to get to sleep without masturbating, which I certainly couldn’t do with my sister five feet away in the next bed. I tossed and turned for a while, then decided that my only choice was to wait until I knew she was asleep, then relieve myself. So I lay completely still for a long time, probably nearly an hour. Then I slowly stroked myself, being careful to be absolutely quiet, with no heavy breathing or moaning or even sounds of sheets moving. I didn’t want to ejaculate on the sheets but there was nothing else I could do. Hopefully, the wet spot would be dry by morning.

After I finished, I was ready to sleep. But I heard soft noises coming from my sister’s bed. There were tiny squish-squish sounds and rustling sheets, and her breathing was heavier than normal. By the light coming in through the window, I could see her wrist moving up and down under the sheets, between her legs. I dawned on me that she was doing the exact same thing I had done. I’d never before thought about my sister masturbating, but, there she was, doing it. I guess I didn’t know my sister as well as I thought I did.

She must have been awake while I was relieving myself, too. I wondered if she’d heard me, but I knew that I’d been absolutely quiet, much quieter than she was. I was certain that she thought I was asleep now or she wouldn’t be doing what she was obviously doing.

Her breathing and the wrist motions became faster, and the squishy sounds, though still soft, were more noticeable. After a few minutes, she slowed and stopped, and eventually I went to sleep.

The next morning, we slept later because there was now no hurry to get the beach before other people were there. This time, we didn’t wear bathing suits. We each wore a t-shirt and shorts with nothing underneath, and a pair of flip flops.

We stopped at a small grocery store to pick up some lunches. I realized that it was very obvious that Julie was braless, and I’d never seen my sister braless before. Her breasts were bouncing and her nipples were protruding sharply through the fabric. She never would have worn such an outfit in our home town, certainly not with a member of the family around. I mentioned it to her, thinking she’d want to cover up, but she said there wasn’t much point in worrying about her nipples when she was intending to go naked in front of a hundred strangers at a beach.

At the beach, there were many more people than yesterday. We put down our blanket and towel, took off our clothes, and immediately went into the cold water. This day was much like the day before, but there were many more other naked bodies to critique, and there were more 8’s and 9’s today.

There were many more children today, mostly young but a few as old as eight or nine, all nude. We watched a girl walking with her father, looking for shells, and we tried to imagine walking with our own Dad that way. It was impossible to think of. We saw a brother and sister playing together, the sister about two years older than the brother, just like us, and we were jealous that we never had a chance to be so free when we were little. There was a boy, maybe seven years old, standing by the water, unconcerned that he had a full erection, and we wondered why grown-ups worry about things like that.

We played in the water, and we found a plastic shovel that a child had left behind, so we made a sand castle. Julie lay down in the sand and I buried her. After a while, we played in the water some more, went for walks, and gathered seashells. It was another wonderful day and we headed back to the motel, singing all the way.

After dinner, we went back to the room to plan the next day. Julie was happier that I’d seen her in a long time. We decided we’d had enough sun for a while and wouldn’t go back to the beach tomorrow. Instead, we chose the wildlife refuge, which was about a two hour drive away. We watched TV for a bit, and I put on my pajama bottoms and got into bed.

Julie took off her clothes and stood in front of the mirror, doing something with her hair and singing ridiculous songs. I idly watched her beautiful butt and her back as she moved her arms through her hair, hoping she’d stay naked forever. Sometimes, I saw a reflection in the mirror of her big brown nipples and bouncing breasts. When I looked up at the reflection of her face, I saw that she was watching me watch her. As our eyes met, I was briefly embarrassed as if I’d been caught peeping, but Julie smiled and wiggled her butt, and I remembered that she liked it when I looked. But then I started to get an erection, so I picked up a magazine to distract myself.

Eventually, Julie put on her panties and her short nightgown, but instead of going to her bed, she sat down on mine, next to me. She was in an excited mood, almost giggly. Then she announced a decision. “Let’s do it,” she said.

I looked up from my magazine. “Let’s do what?” I said.

“You know. It.”

“What’s It?”

Julie was animated, almost bouncing on the bed. “You know, sex.”

It took me a moment to register what she said, but when I did, it certainly got my attention. I dropped the magazine. “You want to do It?” I asked, incredulously.

She nodded.

“With me?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

She nodded again.

“But you’re my sister!” I exclaimed.

Julie put her finger to the corner of her mouth and pretended to be thinking seriously. “Hmmm… I hadn’t thought of that.” She squinted, like she was thinking hard, and stroked her chin. It was a poor time for sarcasm, and quickly she dropped the phony seriousness. “Let’s do it anyway!” she said. Julie was bouncing happily now.

Then she stopped bouncing. “You know, all the stuff people say about not doing it with your sister—that’s to keep children from getting abused, and to keep people from making deformed babies. We’re certainly not going to make a baby. And we’re not children anymore and nobody is going to abuse anybody. There’s no reason not to do it.”

I was speechless, and she went on. “Nobody will find out. Just you and me.”

That gave us pause. I’m sure we were both thinking about would happen if Mom and Dad found out.

Julie continued, “Spending two days naked with you and all those strangers has gotten me really heated up. It’s got you plenty hot too. There’s no reason we need to hide in our beds playing with ourselves in the dark again when we could have each other.”

That last part hit me like a smack in the face. The word “again” was unambiguous. It meant that Julie had been awake last night and had known exactly what I had been doing, even though I thought I’d been completely silent. I couldn’t help asking, “You were listening to me last night?”

“Mostly watching, not so much listening. You were really quiet. ” she answered. I was certainly turning bright red. “Oh don’t be embarrassed. I liked watching you, just like you liked watching me.”

“You knew I was watching you?”

Julie giggled, “Why do you think I made it so obvious?”

Amazing. She had wanted me to watch her masturbating. I really didn’t know my sister as well as I thought I did.

Julie was back to being serious now. “Listen Alex. I’ve been thinking about this sex thing ever since we started planning the vacation, but I wasn’t sure it was ok. You know, because of the brother-sister thing. But yesterday when we held hands getting out of the water and looked at each other for the first time, it felt so good. I couldn’t stop thinking about how right it felt. It wasn’t weird at all. Just good.

"When we went to bed, I couldn’t sleep. All I could do was think about being naked with you. And when you were, you know…” and she made a pumping motion with her hand, “I knew that you were thinking about me too.”

I didn’t tell her, but Julie had hit the nail on the head. When I was in bed last night masturbating, I was thinking about looking at her naked body and how much I’d like to touch it and kiss it. I never imagined it would actually happen. But she was right. Maybe it was the right thing to do.

Julie went on. “And I knew that I was thinking about you and you were thinking about me, and it seemed so stupid to not do it. I mean, this is our only chance in our whole lives to do it and it would be so stupid to pass it up. Just stupid.”

I’m sure Julie could see that I was losing my objections. “I know you really want to. I saw how you were looking at me in the mirror,” she said seductively. She gently laid her hand on the sheets over my crotch, and it was obvious that at least one part of me really wanted to. She left her hand there and stroked the sheets slowly. I didn’t move her hand away.

I was quiet for a bit while my mind twisted and turned and Julie stroked me lightly through the sheets. Then I had one more objection. “How can we? We don’t have a condom.” I thought for a moment and added, “Do we?” There was the possibility that she had one that I didn’t know about. The night was full of surprises.

Julie put on her mischievous grin, and looked around the room as if she was making sure nobody would over-hear. Then she said conspiratorially, “Don’t tell anybody…” She moved her lips very close to my ear and whispered softly, “I’m on the pill.”

I gave her a puzzled look. This was certainly something I didn’t know, and I was quite sure that Mom and Dad didn’t know either. So Julie explained that she’d gone out with this guy Jason a little more than a year ago. This I knew about, but I didn’t know the rest. She’d thought it was getting serious so she got some birth control pills from the campus health clinic. But soon after, they broke up. They’d only had sex a few times. She decided to stay on the pill after they broke up because “I kept hoping I’d get lucky and I wanted to be prepared.” But you don’t meet many guys living at home and taking courses in Early Childhood Education, so she hadn’t met anybody new.

I had no more objections. I guess I’m just like Dad because the closest I’d come to saying “yes” was to not say “no.” Julie knew that she had won me over. She pulled her nightgown over her head, kicked off her panties, and climbed under the covers next to me. She put her hands inside my pajamas and held my very erect penis for a while. She rubbed it, moving her hand just a little, and soon it began to get wet. I moved my hand to her thigh, and she lay back a little, opened her legs, and moved my hand to the right spot. I moved my fingers inside to feel her soft dampness, and my sister smiled sweetly.

After a little while, she lay back, opened her legs and whispered, “Can I have it now?”

I moved so that I was kneeling between her legs. As Julie guided my penis into herself, my mind was racing– Is this really happening? Am I really doing this? But as soon as I was inside her, all the thinking stopped. All I could feel was the fantastic pleasure of her wet softness, tight against my penis, a feeling I’d never felt before. Without thinking, I instinctively began pumping in and out and saw Julie smiled lovingly at me, her hands resting lightly on my back.

Very soon, I was struggling to keep from climaxing and Julie could tell. She said softly, “It’s ok Alex. Let it go. Just let it go.” I did, and shuddered with spasm after spasm as I ejaculated hard into my sister.

I must have zoned out for a few moments, because the next thing I remember is the beautiful sight of two big brown nipples looking up at me. That brought me back to reality as I caught my breath. It really had happened and I really was doing this! I looked at my sister and apologized for finishing so quickly. She gave me her sweet smile and said, “Don’t worry. I’m sure it will get hard again. We’ve got a whole month.” We laughed. I was still wearing my pajama bottoms around my ankles and we laughed about that too. I took them off.

We rested for a few moments, and as I rolled off of her, I felt like making a quiet joke. “Do you think we’ll go to hell for this?”

Julie thought for a moment and answered. “Probably. But we’re going to have an awesome vacation.”

I thought for a moment and said what we must have both been thinking. “If Dad finds out, we might go to hell a lot sooner than we’re expecting.” Julie moved over lay next to me, with her head on my shoulder.

That was too horrible to think about, so I changed the subject and I asked what sex had been like with Jason. She looked up at me and said it wasn’t very good. Jason was as inexperienced as she was and didn’t really know what to do. They only actually did it four times.

Then I asked her if Jason was the only guy she’d ever done it with.

She looked away from me and began playing with the hairs on my chest. “Not exactly,” she said. She said that in high school, she’d met a boy at a house party and they’d been making out in one of the bedrooms. He had a condom in his wallet and she was hot and curious, so she decided to do it with him. He put on the condom but climaxed almost as soon as he entered her. He barely got all the way in and the whole thing lasted just a few seconds, but she guessed it counted as sex anyway. They were both really embarrassed and never saw each other after that once.

She asked me if I’d ever had sex. I hadn’t. I’d made out with girls, and touched breasts, but had never even seen a fully naked female body until yesterday. Julie said that she was glad that she was my first and reminded me that I could look at her body as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted.

Julie kept playing with the hair on my chest, and we didn’t talk for a while. Gradually she moved her hand down from my chest to my crotch, and my penis started to get erect again. Julie held it, smiled and said, “See, I told you it would get hard again.” She rubbed it for a bit until it was completely hard then asked “Can I have it again?”

I climbed between her legs and entered her. This time, I tried to make sure that I would remember every detail—how it felt to be inside her, how her eyes would partially close when I turned my hips just so, and how, when I shoved in hard, she would make a little noise and grab my butt, forcing me into her farther. I enjoyed that she was more vocal. This time, I lasted a little longer. After I finished, I laid down on my back. Julie turned off the light, put her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest, and said “Thank you.” Then we fell asleep.

In the morning, I woke up with Julie playing with the hairs on my chest again. I took me a moment to remember why she was there and what we had done, but when I saw the two brown nipples looking back at me, I was fully awake.

Julie said “Good morning,” and asked me if I wanted to take a shower with her. So we went to the bathroom and got under the warm water. Immediately, I took Julie into my arms and we hugged tightly. Julie asked me if it was ok if she peed. Of course it was, and we both peed, and we felt both our pee running down our legs into the shower. I washed her breasts and Julie told me how good it felt when I touched her nipples. She showed me how to pinch them and roll the nipple between my thumb and finger, and asked me to lick and suck them, which I did with the warm water pouring over my head. She washed my penis, which was now fully hard. Julie smiled, mischievously. “I thought that might happen,” she said.

After we toweled off, Julie took hold of my erect penis and lead me to the bed. This time, I didn’t enter her right away. We laid side by side, I touched her breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples, and she touched my face.

Then we did something we’d never done before. We kissed. Julie and I had never kissed, not even a peck on the cheek. I wanted to kiss her now, but the brother-sister taboo was between us, even though we’d already had sex and we’re going to do it again soon. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Julie took the lead and gave me a light simple kiss on the lips, like many brothers and sisters would consider completely normal, and I kissed her back the same way. It took us a while, but eventually we progressed to full hot sexual kissing like lovers. Our tongues were together.

We kissed for a long time, with my hands on her breasts and her nipples and hers on my back. Then I put my hands between her legs and felt her wetness, and she touched my penis.

Julie lay on her back and I got on top and entered her. This time, Julie wrapped her legs around me and used her feet on my back to rhythmically and slowly push me in and out of her. I was a wonderful feeling, much more intense than last night. We kissed for a while, and I heard Julie’s breathing get deep and heavy and her eyes closed. We lasted for a longer time this way, moving more slowly and deliberately, and finally I finished with a shudder and a very intense orgasm. We kissed lightly now, and, after we caught our breath, I rolled off. Julie gave me her victory smile, and we kissed lightly, like brother and sister.

We rested only briefly because we had to check out of the motel at 11:00 and needed to pack and get ready. I went to the bathroom, and Julie dried herself off and got dressed.

I was just finishing shaving when Julie came into the bathroom, dropped her shorts and underwear, and sat down on the toilet. I went over to her and hugged her, standing in front of her, with her head resting on my stomach, and stroked her hair. I heard the tinkling noise as she peed, and then the plop-plop noise as she took her morning bowel movement. With that plopping noise, I realized that the last of the inhibitions, taboos, and modesties that had separated us as brother and sister all these years was gone, and we were now completely free and open together with nothing between us. I held her very tight.

We dressed, packed, and drove away, headed toward the wildlife refuge that I had found on the Internet two nights ago. As we drove, we talked about what we were going to do now. We both realized that this sexual relationship could never continue after we got home. Even if we tried very hard not to get caught, there was always a chance, and there would be terrible consequences if we did. So these few weeks together were our once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and we wanted to make the best use of it.

We decided that, instead of watching TV, going to movies, or eating ice cream in the evenings, we would spend the time learning about sex. We both had much to learn. We drove for two hours, but then decided that instead of walking a nature trail, we’d go to a bookstore. We picked out a book on sexual technique. There were pictures of a handsome naked couple demonstrating sexual positions of all types, and advice on various sexual techniques.

We found a motel that advertised wireless Internet service and got a room, this time with only one bed. Then we powered up the laptop and began searching for articles on sexual technique. There were many, most with illustrations or photos. We took off our clothes, opened the book, and began reading and practicing what we read.

So that became our pattern. During the day, we did normal touristy things that Mom and Dad would want us to do. During the evenings, we spent hours learning about our bodies and enjoying sex.

We tried a variety of sexual positions, and found some to be good and some too athletic and hard to do. One of our favorites was the “female superior”, which is when I lie on my back and Julie straddles me, kneeling on top of my penis. She moves and up and down while I touch her breasts and nipples. With practice, Julie learned how to move in ways that gave her a lot of pleasure, and it was an easy position for me to hold back my ejaculation so that I lasted longer. It was in this position that, one day, I saw Julie’s breathing become exceptionally deep and heavy. Her eyes closed, her face contorted and she let out little gasps and a tiny shriek. After a minute or so, it was over and we knew she had experienced her very first orgasm. Julie said she had never imagined that anything could feel so good.

From then on, she was nearly always able to have an orgasm when we used the female superior position, and sometimes in other positions too. We read about the G-spot and she learned how to position herself that my penis massaged it to her liking. I learned the best ways to kiss and knead her nipples while she rode me. Her orgasms became stronger and she was sometimes able to have a second one. Her tiny shrieks became bigger and louder, and sometimes I worried that people in the neighboring room could hear. The female superior position gave me a chance to watch her, and I loved the scrunched-up expression on her face and her high-pitched noises.

We tried oral sex, both with me on her and her on me. It was pleasant but we didn’t enjoy it as much as intercourse, and we decided we needed more practice to get good at it. We read about anal sex, but neither one of us were interested. It sounded gross and like it would hurt.

We learned to use the language of lovers instead of the formal anatomical language Mom had always insisted we use. We now talked about “pussy”, “cock”, and “tits” instead of “vulva,” “penis,” and “breasts.” We became comfortable using words like “cum” and “horny.” It felt so much more natural to “cum” in my sister’s “pussy” than to “ejaculate” into her “vagina.” I was thrilled when she first announced she was going to “fuck me,” and again later when she offered me a “blow job.” But even better was when she asked me to “make love” to her.

Best of all was when my sister told me she loved me. We had, of course, loved each other since we were little children. But it felt so good to finally hear it and say it. We said it a lot.

One of the Internet articles suggested that a couple should learn to masturbate together and should do it often. Sometimes, they should watch each other and learn how to get the best sexual response from their partner. This was a good idea, and we learned a lot. I showed Julie how I liked to move my hand over my cock and the best way to touch the head. I watched how Julie massaged her pussy and kneaded her nipples. I put my face between her legs and watched as she used two fingers to stroke the area next to, but not directly on, each side of the clitoris. I watched as the pussy lips became wet and I saw how the squish-squish sound was made. I watched her face and body language so I could tell what felt the very best for her. Sometimes we would watch each other, and sometimes we just enjoyed lying next to each other while we masturbated ourselves.

Julie found on the Internet pictures of women flashing their breasts and doing other things to expose themselves in public. She thought it looked like fun and was exactly the wonderfully wild thing that she could never do at home. She told me that it had been an incredible rush to know that she was naked in front of all those people at the beach, and she wanted to do it some more. It would be exciting to be an exhibitionist.

Ever since that second day at the beach, Julie had gone braless all the time. She said she liked knowing that people were looking at her breasts and it felt good when her nipples rubbed against the fabric and got hard. It made her horny and she liked being horny.

Most brothers would be upset if their sister were an exhibitionist, but I wasn’t. We were temporarily free from our parents and, just like her, I wanted to do wild things they’d never approve of. I knew that Julie loved showing off her body, and I loved watching her enjoy herself. I decided I’d help her have all the fun she wanted, with the extra bonus that I’d get a good show out of it too.

So we went shopping for some revealing clothes. At Wal-Mart, we found some shirts with fabric that was thin and gauzy, and a beach cover-up that could be worn as a shirt with nothing underneath. Julie went into the dressing room and tried them on, coming out to show me each one. Some were not as thin as we wanted and you couldn’t see much. The beach cover-up was nearly transparent and would certainly get her arrested, so we didn’t buy that, but it was fun trying it on. We bought two shirts that were thin enough that you could clearly see the brown color of her nipples through the fabric. When her nipples were hard, they were very prominent.

At another store, we bought a pair of low-riding shorts that were so low and skimpy that the top of her pubic hair could be exposed if she wanted it to be, and the bottom of her butt-cheeks were hanging out. I think it was a children’s size. She liked to wear these with no underpants.

Julie wore these new clothes sometimes when we went out to dinner or shopping, and it made her very horny when people noticed her which they always did. After we got back to the motel, we’d nearly always go straight to bed.

We found another clothing-optional beach and spent a day there. This beach had a very different crowd than the first one, with more people in their 20’s and no children at all. There were some couples, but mostly groups of young men and groups of young women with a lot of flirting going on. The couples were mostly nude but the 20-somethings were mostly not. The girls were nearly all topless but wore string bottoms or thongs, which they took off only when they were lying face-down on their blankets. The young flirting men wore bathing suits. Julie and I hadn’t brought bathing suits at all, and Julie enjoyed the attention that came from being one of the few completely naked girls. Sometimes, when a man was giving her a subtle notice through his mirrored sunglasses, she’d casually spread her legs a little and open herself up with her fingers as if she were scratching an itch, making sure he got a memorable view.

One of the other couples at the beach came over to us and introduced themselves. They wanted to know if we’d like to come to their house with them and join them in their Jacuzzi. Julie said no thanks, and after they went away, said snidely with great drama “What do they think we are, perverts?” That was pretty funny.

We still enjoyed going on hikes during the day, and had no trouble finding day trails through hills and low mountains. One particularly hot day, Julie decided to take off her shirt and walk topless, like I was doing. I was concerned that she’d get into trouble if we encountered other hikers, but she was undeterred. There was, after all, no way they could call the police to come to a mountainside. The worst that would happen is that they’d say something rude to her. We did, in fact, encounter other hikers, but fortunately only smiling men. I didn’t think women would be as polite, but fortunately we didn’t encounter any woman hikers. We ended up having sex in the woods, far enough away from the trail that the other hikers wouldn’t be able to see us, I hoped.

We sometimes stayed at motels with swimming pools, and Julie really wanted to go skinny dipping or at least topless. But I thought it was much too dangerous and there was a very real possibility we’d get into serious trouble, especially if there were children around. So we compromised. Instead of a bathing suit, Julie wore a short white sleeveless shirt and white underpants. We picked a time when there were no children around and went swimming. When the clothes were wet, both the clothes were so transparent that you could practically count her pubic hairs. The men at the pool pretended like they didn’t notice and the women gave her dirty looks. One woman told her that maybe next time she should bring a bathing suit when she went on vacation. Julie apologized and said she would, and we laughed together when we got back to the room.

The day before we were scheduled to arrive at Grandma’s house, we woke up to discover dreadful weather. It was raining very hard and was windy, and neither one of us had any desire to go outdoors. It was a great day to stay indoors and enjoy each other’s bodies, so we made a pact. We swore a pinky-swear that neither one of us would wear any clothing all day, “even if the motel is burning down.”

We spent part of the morning in the “kneeling lotus position,” which was another one of our favorites. In this position, I’m sitting on the bed and Julie sits on my lap with her arms around me, facing me, with my cock inside her. We rock back and forth a little, just enough so that I don’t lose the erection. The position isn’t good for getting orgasms, but is great for kissing, talking, hugging, and relaxing, which we enjoy. It’s easy to make it last a long time.

As the morning wore on, we realized that we hadn’t thought this nakedness thing through very well. We had nothing to eat and we were getting hungry. Julie got an idea from something she’d seen online and decided to do the “pizza dare.” It was really quite simple—order a pizza to be delivered and answer the door naked. The setup was really perfect for it. Our room was on the third floor of the motel and opened out onto a catwalk. It was high enough up and faced the parking lot, not the other rooms, so it would be easy to open the door without anybody seeing except the delivery man.

Julie phoned in the order and we waited the standard thirty minutes. When we heard the knock at the door, I went into the bathroom to listen and be out of sight. I expected Julie to half-hide behind the open door, hand the guy the money and give him a little flash, take the pizza and be done. But that’s not what she did.

I heard her open the door and invite the delivery man in “to get out of the rain.” She closed the door and opened the pizza box to make sure it was the right one. She asked him how the weather was, how the roads were, and whether he thought the rain would stop soon. She told him that she hoped that he didn’t mind that she was naked, but she wasn’t planning on going out today so there wasn’t a reason to get dressed. She rummaged around for money, looked for coins to get the right amount, then decided that she hadn’t given him enough tip so went looking for more. She made the event last at least five minutes, completely naked the whole time. I wished I could have watched what was going on, but if I came out of the bathroom it would have spoiled the whole thing, so I just had to listen and laugh to myself.

Understandably, the pizza man thought she was coming on to him, and he asked if she’d like him to stay a little so that she could have some company on such a rainy day. I was wondering if I was going to have to come out of the bathroom to make him leave, but Julie handled it herself, in a sultry voice. “No thanks. My brother is in the bathroom and he gives me all the company a girl can handle.” I choked on that line. The door opened, the pizza man left, and I came out of the bathroom ready to tell Julie that she shouldn’t be talking about what she does with her brother. Instead I found Julie giggling so hard she was shaking.

When she calmed down a little, she said that when she’d told the guy about her brother, his face was priceless. He’d turned red as a beet, and his jaw had dropped wide open. She imitated the expression and began laughing uncontrollably again.

When she finally calmed down, she told me the whole story about how he couldn’t take his eyes off of her tits and crotch, so she gave him a good show, making sure to bend over a lot to give him the best possible view. She gave me all the details about what she had done, what he had seen and said, and what his faced looked like.

We started to eat our now-cold pizza, but remembered that we didn’t have anything to drink. We should have ordered something to be delivered with the pizza but we hadn’t thought of it. Julie got up and went to her purse and got some money. She gave me a big grin, handed me the money and said “There’s a Coke machine down the hall. Your turn.”

No way was I going to do that. A naked girl is one thing but a naked guy is quite another. People might smile at a naked girl, or they might get mad and tell her to put on some clothes, but with a naked man they would call the cops. A naked man is a pervert and I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life registering as a sex offender.

Julie saw my point but wouldn’t admit it. She called me a wuss and said she’d get the Cokes herself. I asked her what she’d do if she met anybody and she said that she’d just tell them she didn’t want to get her clothes wet in the rain.

She went to the door, opened it a little to see if the coast was clear, and went trotting down the catwalk in the rain with her tits bouncing and her bare feet splashing in the puddles. I watched from the window. She was gone a minute or two and came back carrying two cokes and a bag of M&M’s. She was walking normally now, not trotting, not in a hurry. When she got to the door, she didn’t come in right away. Instead, she did a little dance, waved to hopefully nobody in the parking lot and struck a few modeling poses before she came in, with a big smile. “That was fun!” she said happily. She had encountered a maid who’d given her a dirty look and said something in Spanish that Julie hadn’t understood, but she didn’t think anybody else saw her.

After our morning of kneeling lotus sex, her pizza dare, and her nude run down the catwalk, my sister was hornier than I’d ever seen her. She wanted me to come to bed with her right then, but I decided that it would be fun to make her suffer for a while. So I acted like I wasn’t interested and sat down to eat some pizza and drink a Coke.

Julie really wanted me in bed. A simple invitation hadn’t worked, so she tried seduction. She opened her legs and started masturbating, complete with fake moans and “Oh God I’m cumming” theatrics. But I just ate my pizza and pretended not to notice.

After a little while, she switched to begging. “Come on Alex, I really, really need it. Please? Come on.” I drank my Coke, pulled out a magazine, and told her that maybe I’d be interested later, but I wanted to eat lunch now.

Her next tactic was a guilt trip. “I’d do it for you if you needed it this bad. You know I would.”

I took a second slice of pizza, picked up the TV remote control and started channel-surfing. “Is it too early for Oprah?” I asked.

Julie started to lose her cool and got mad at me. “Alex, you get over here and fuck me right now. I’m not kidding. Turn off that TV and get over here!” She was pounding her fists on the bed and her feet were flailing in the air.

I waved her off and started a new article in the magazine. “That doesn’t sound very polite,” I told her.

Julie fumed for a while, then changed tactics. In a little girl voice that sounded just like she had when she was seven, she said, “If you don’t come fuck me, I’m gonna tell Mommy on you.”

That cracked us both up and I relented. I went over to the bed and Julie immediately threw me on my back, straddled me and started sucking my cock. She had her butt in my face so I took the opportunity to put my finger inside her pussy to touch the silky soft skin inside. It’s so nice, especially when it’s wet like that.

I didn’t have much time to enjoy the pussy though, because as soon as I was hard, Julie got up, turned around and mounted me. She rode hard and fast. She put her head down towards mine and we kissed intensely, our tongues playing together.

In a few minutes, she pulled her head up. Her scrunched-up face told me she was trying to have an orgasm now, so I put my hands on her tits and massaged her nipples with my thumbs, matching her rhythm with my own. It worked and she got her orgasm, shrieking and gasping, and her head fell against my shoulder.

She only rested a moment though before she lifted her head up and said to me, “Don’t cum yet. Ok?”

Normally after Julie finishes her orgasm, it’s my turn. She moves her body slightly to give me the best friction, tightens her pussy, and gives me a good explosion. But this time, she wasn’t ready for that, so I’d have to wait. She sounded desperate, and I agreed to wait.

With the worst of her horniness over now, Julie relaxed and started riding me more slowly and deliberately. She closed her eyes and gave me her pleasure smile. She rode me this way for quite a while and eventually opened her eyes and said “Will you do my nipples now?”

My thumbs worked her nipples and she scrunched up her face and rode me harder now. This orgasm was even bigger than the first one, lasting a good long time. Again, her head fell against my shoulder, and this time she was very tired and had had all she could take.

We switched positions. I got on top and began to fuck my sister, soon shuddering and cumming forcefully inside her. I rolled off and we faced each other, side by side. We were quiet for a few minutes and Julie played with the hair on my chest. Then Julie spoke for both of us when she sighed and said, “What will we do when we can’t have each other any more?” Neither of us had an answer.

My sister put her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. I held her and listened to her breathe for about an hour. I didn’t sleep, and she never ate any pizza.

When Julie woke up, it had stopped raining and the sun was coming out. She was hungry and we’d had enough exhibitionist adventures for one day, so we swore a pinky-un-swear, put on a few clothes and went out for dinner. We used one of the restaurant coupons Mom had given us and had real food for a change.

After dinner, we took a walk through a neighborhood of modest houses. The sunset was beautiful with pinks and lavender colors, left over from the storm. We walked until it was completely dark and went back to our motel, flipped through some TV channels and got into bed.

As we got settled under the covers, Julie turned to me, gave me her sweet smile and asked, “Will you make love to me again before we go to sleep?”

“Do you need another orgasm?” I asked. She’d never had three in one day before, but with all the events of the day, it was possible she needed a third.

Now she gave me her mischievous smile. “No. I just wanted to go to sleep with my brother’s cum inside me.”

So we got into the spoon position. This was the perfect position to end the day. Lying side by side, with Julie’s back toward me, I entered her from the rear, between her legs. I like this position because I can put my arms around her and hold her breast, and I get good friction when she presses her legs together. She likes it because I kiss the back of her neck while we’re making love. We made love this way, and I gave her what she’d asked for, another load of cum to help her go to sleep.

Julie kissed me on the cheek and said sweetly, “I sleep better with a wet pussy.” Then we rearranged and fell asleep, my hand on her newly-wet pussy and hers on my wet cock.

The next day, we went to Grandma’s. We spent three days helping her pack, move, and unpack. We had a free place to stay and ate good food that wasn’t fast food, all at Grandma’s expense. We sold the Ford, getting a few hundred less than we thought we would, but the expected cash from Grandma made up the difference.

Of course, we couldn’t have sex at Grandma’s place. We had to be very careful to be normal brother and sister. No hugs, no pats on the butt, no nothing. It wasn’t easy. In Grandma’s apartment, we slept on separate couches in the living room, and we decided to listen to each other masturbate quietly, just like we had after that first night at the beach. It was actually quite romantic. After Grandma had moved into her new apartment, we stayed in her empty old one for two nights sleeping on the floor, and we were free to enjoy ourselves again.

The trip home was a much like the first half of the trip. We practiced oral sex some more and started to enjoy it more. Twice we found another nude beach and went swimming, but no wife-swappers propositioned us. Julie went swimming in a motel pool in her transparent clothes and received more rude comments from women. She tried the pizza dare again, but this time the delivery man turned out to be a middle-aged black woman who gave her hell, and it was my turn to laugh uncontrollably. We went to another water park and Julie “accidentally” lost her top on the water slide and managed to spend a number of minutes topless before she got it back on. We even did normal tourist things and brother-sister things and visited some worthy sights that would make Dad proud.

We liked to go day-hiking in the woods. A few times Julie hiked topless, which worked out ok except for the one time that we heard a group of boy scouts coming down the trail. Julie got her shirt back on just in time, which was very lucky. Usually, after lunch, we’d find a secluded place away from the trail to have some kind of sex. We only got caught once, by a group of middle-aged men. We didn’t know they were watching us, and when Julie finished her orgasm they gave her a standing ovation. I was very embarrassed, but Julie curtsied, waved, and blew kisses, all the naked except for her hiking boots.

We stopped to visit our uncle Phil and his family. We got three days of free room and real food, and it would have been a great visit except that Julie and I desperately wanted to have sex. We didn’t dare.

Eventually, we were nearly out of money and it was time to go home. The last morning before our final drive home, we threw away the transparent shirts, the short shorts, the book of sexual positions, and a few sex toys that we had purchased along the way. I cleaned the porn off the laptop computer. We made love one last time and took a shower together one last time. And one last time, I held my sister’s head against my stomach as she sat on the toilet. When we got dressed, Julie sighed as she put on a bra. After we loaded the car, we kissed one last time in the parking lot, and we told how much we loved each other. We held each other and kissed for a long time, and got into the car.

On the last day of our drive, we talked seriously about how our life would be changing. We’d have to be very, very careful to forget about our new relationship and go back to being normal brother and sister. We must make absolutely certain that Mom and Dad never found out. They would pick up on even the slightest hint of impropriety, and, if they did, the consequences would be terrible and permanent. We knew we’d both be getting very horny very soon, and horny people often don’t think clearly and take risks that they shouldn’t. We each would have to watch out for the other and make sure that nobody said or did anything that might give us away.

We were somber for a long time, but then Julie started singing ridiculous lyrics accompanied by her air guitar and we perked up.

My sister and I arrived home nearly six weeks after we’d left, with a grand total of $37 and Dad’s unused credit card in our pocket. We were tanned, happy, and much to Mom’s delight, closer than we’d ever been. Mom cried, Julie cried, and even Dad and I had a tear, while Julie and I silently worried if we’d be able to keep our secret.

Flashing Ahead: Chapter One.

So I sent this headcanon to Modeoheim and several people wanted it to be written it so uh, here?

Hope you guys like it! ^^

(Rated T, I guess..?)

It was a quiet evening that day, the threesome were waiting for their youngest lovers to come home and for dinner to be ready. They were in Sephiroth’s apartment. Genesis lounging in Sephiroth’s favorite armchair, his red hair was glinting in the rooms light and LOVELESS in his gloved hands. As was the norm.

The brunette Angeal was stationed in the kitchen. A smile across his lips as he noticed Sephiroth standing in the doorway, cat-like eyes following Angeal’s every movement.

“Would you like to help?” The burly man asked after a while. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest when Sephiroth nodded almost eagerly. “Tie your hair back then.”

As Sephiroth and Angeal cooked in the kitchen, out in the living room Genesis jerked in surprise as the front door flew open and banged against the wall. Looking up from LOVELESS, Genesis scowled at the dark-haired teen in the doorway. “Handle the door with care, Zackary,” he scolded. “It may be reinforced, but it can and will break,” he warned.

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30 More Minutes

Kim Jun-myeon/ Suho X Reader

I had a surprising amount of requests for a sequel to 30 Minutes considering it wasn’t super popular? Oh well, lol. I didn’t really know where I was going to go with this but I ended up taking the train to Smuttown and it was a one way ticket. Hopefully it’s what y’all wanted.  Start Here.

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

My place is closer.

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me: ok I’m going to keep this one simple

me, hours later: fuck

I started this for the last day of Soriel AU Week, but obviously it took me much longer to finish than I thought. Whoops.

Since it was a free day I decided to go with the Gasterblaster AU - specifically @abadtime‘s “The Best Of Times, The Worst Of Times” since it has some Soriel in it. <3 This particular scene is from chapter 28 where these two are telling each other lame puns after a particularly… awkward conversation. It was a nice and lighthearted moment in the middle of all the shit that was going down in the fic.

I have some corny stuff to say about this but I’ll put it under a readmore.

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“You know, I draw a bit too. Well of course, not as well as you.”

For ladybug_60mins (twitter) prompt 【ART CLASS】, have an outdoor drawing day with some Nathanette! Can’t decide between whether I should include a background or so here’s both versions :)

Some work progress and Nathanette thoughts and below the cut, contains some spoilers for those who haven’t watched Nathanael’s episode. 

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Nalu Soccer Au: Red Card

Here I go again with another multi chapter story. I won’t post it on fanfiction until some other time

Well I know this isn’t smart of me to start yet another story but @illustraice inspired me to make a Nalu soccer au and well I started typing away lol. I really hope you like it! This was made in a 3 hr car ride in the trunk of my own car with my phone so excuse typos *sigh*

Story name: Red Card
Rating: T for now for colorful cursing, suggestive themes, kissing, etc.
Pairing(s): Nalu with a side of Sting x Yukino, Gajeevy, Gruvia, and Jerza
Summary: Lucy had always been a hard core soccer fan despite her girlish appearance. Her idol, Fairy Tail’s number 14 and forward, Natsu Dragneel. When by chance she’s gifted tickets for a meet and greet of her favorite team, she excitedly sets off only to unknowingly bump into a disguised Natsu who was on the run from his fans. What could this encounter unfold? Nalu

Setting the Net

Full on concentration. A complete and calculated concentration. Swift movement of feet and disheveled grass thrown aside by the quick and very sudden movements. The ball kicked with such grace as it soars and rolls to its next caretaker until it finally, with a piercing blow, is sent past the white line known as the edge of the net. The greatest excitement and disappointment all in one go. Cheers from those who saw the glorious entrance of the ball while the others yelled a string of curses or slapped their hands on their face knowing that was a point for the team not of their own. Soccer, a sport of passion.

“Yes! Gooool!” A blonde squealed prancing around the room with her arms flailing about her face contorted in joy and her chocolate brown eyes glowed. “Uh, L-Lucy, you really do love soccer, huh?” A silver haired girl with brown eyes smiled nervously from the couch as she saw her friend go crazy around their apartment living room. The blonde turned to her roommate as a blush spread at her cheeks.

She scratched the back of her head sheepishly. “Sorry, Yukino. It’s just I’ve loved soccer since forever. It’s so exciting! It’s such a rush even when you yourself aren’t playing.” Lucy breathed dreamily as she went to slouch on the couch. The silver head could only examine her. Her blonde locks in a high pony tail. The meticulously applied make up on her face in addition to the perfect manicured nails. The pale pink dress at her thighs and even the nude heels. The epitome of girlish. At that Yukino let out a snort of amusement, startling the blonde.

“W-What?” Lucy questioned as she saw the woman beside her begin to laugh to herself. “S-Sorry! It’s just…your looks…totally contradict your hobbies and interests”, Yukino apologized while still chuckling in between her explanation. The blonde shrugged thinking about it herself as she allowed herself to giggle at the truancy of the words. “You’re right, which is why I can’t date a guy unless I cab talk to him about soccer”, she joked lightly.

Another fit of giggles and Lucy was yet again entranced with the game going on the tv. No one, but Yukino knew at the university about Lucy’s infatuation with the sport. Not the blonde would mind them knowing, but she liked it better that way because boys would tend to kiss up to her for a date and knowing her secret would only lead to a fake ‘same’ interest on their part. Yukino blinked when she noticed Lucy’s eyes brighten up suddenly when a specific player got the ball with ease.

Yukino looked at the male player and noticed off the bat, the pink colored hair he possessed along with some beautiful emerald eyes. He wore a red jersey with a fairy insignia at the left side of his chest with the words ‘Fairy Tail’ right under. The number 14 was plastered at the back with 'Dragneel’ written above it. “Do you like him?” The silver head asked suddenly as the blonde squeaked in response. “I love him! Natsu Dragneel is just amazing. He’s Fairy Tail’s prodigy, their best forward followed by their second forward and number 11, Gray Fullbuster. What I would give to meet him”, Lucy explained with such a love struck expression on her face. Yukino let a discreet smile pass her lips as she retrieved her purse lying behind the couch.

“Hmm, is that so, the I’m sure you’d like these”, the petite girl sang as the blonde turned to her. Yukino held two tickets in her hand and waved them teasingly in front of the blonde’s face. Lucy tried looked over them and read the words “Fairy Tail meet and greet 5pm at Magnolia”. “Oh. My. God!!!” Lucy yelled as she hugged the silver head tightly.

“Where did you get those?” Lucy questioned as she looked at Yukino as if looking at a goddess. the latter only smiled knowingly. “Oh, I have my ways, and just so you know, this is today just when they’re game finishes~ So you should retouch your make up, and go or else you’ll be late”, Yukino sang as Lucy jumped up to run into her room while still squealing uncontrollably.

“Oh boy, if only she knee how I got these she’d go crazy”, the silver head smiled to herself.

~~xXXx~~

No later, Lucy had run out of her apartment, purse in hand and tickets safely inside. It was 4:30 and she’d be late if she didn’t hurry up. “Dang! My make up and finding my jersey took longer than I thought”, she scolded herself. She’d put her jersey in her purse for her idol to sign and just the thought of seeing him made her heart race. So much, in fact, that she’d started running again to ensure she would definitely not be late. She crossed the street despite the crossing sign with the red standing man lighted up. Looking around for any policeman, she ran down the street.

She squeaked apologies as cars honked furiously at her reckless action as she ran towards the other side. She almost felt panic rise in her when she noticed the train bars begin to lower signaling the subway coming in the way. “Not today!”, she growled as she kicked off her heels and carried them from the straps as she ran as fast as she could. After all, a former soccer player like herself was still just as fast as she used to be as she sprinted down the street.

The bars lowered and she picked up the pace managing to go under them and running past as the subway train began to pass over. She fist pumped the air feeling a sense of victory and she leaned down to set her heels on the floor. She wiped her feet from the light dust and dirt on them and looked around making sure no one had seen her, which she doubted since the street was bustling with people and cars.

Regardless, she strapped back on her heels. She breathed relieved for a few seconds before continuing to run taking a sharp left turn and hitting straight into someone. She fell back with such a force on her bottom that she almost cried from the sting especially from the scrape at the side of her leg when she fell backwards. Out of all things, she just had to go and get herself hurt. She even figured her dress was a little dirty now.

“Shit! Oi, are you okay?! ” a male’s worried voice questioned as he looked around him as if looking out for someone. However, he looked down to her bleeding leg. “Oh, man that was a stupid question”, he huffed embarrassed as he offered to help her up. She wasn’t really angry since he was being so attentive. She took his hand and was shocked with his strength as he picked her up effortlessly. Lucy felt weird though, there she was allowing a complete AND suspicious stranger treat her to some coffee after properly treating her wound. He was wearing a red hoodie and his face was for the most part concealed. That made him even more suspicious, but he had helped her and was now in a public place with her so he would probably not be a danger

“Uh, you really didn’t have to buy me coffee”, she finally interrupted the silence between them. The way his form was positioned gave off an apologetic vibe. “I had to. I did hurt you really bad”, he motioned to her leg which now had a scab where it had healed when he had carefully cleaned it. She felt slightly guilty for making him feel unintentionally responsible.

“I mean, I was running too so it was partially my fault. Thank you, regardless”, she smiled. “Why were you in such a hurry, anyways?” he asked interested in continuing their conversation. She blushed at that trying to formulate the words to say.

“Meeting up a boyfriend?” he chuckled, but she shook her head and crossed her arms defensively. “Definitely not! Er well, I don’t really have one”, she muttered.

“No way! You’re beautiful! How does someone like you, not have a boyfriend?!” he questioned almost outraged and seemed to look away when he realized what he said. The atmosphere became awkward as she answered his previous question. “ W-Well, I was… heading off to Fairy Tail’s meet and greet”, she finally confessed as to which the stranger perked up. “You like soccer? I mean are you going to see the 'hot guys’?” he questioned.

“Well, not really, I mean the guys being hot are a plus, but had they not been handsome I’d still definitely go”, she smiled fondly as leaned on her elbows. “Why?” he followed up.

“Well, I’ve loved soccer and Fairy Tail since I was young. I remembered watching Igneel play when I was younger”, she began to explain before the latter interrupted her. “You knew Igneel?” he questioned startling her. “Yeah! He was one of the reasons I myself played soccer from middle school and high school, but then I just stopped after my father demanded I quit that nonsense and then Igneel retired”, she sighed sadly a longing beginning to show in her voice.

The stranger remained silent and Lucy almost felt he was judging her. “I’m strange, aren’t I? A girl and a girlish one at that who likes soccer. You must be bored”, she sounded apologetic. “ Not at all. I think you’re awesome! But don’t you think it’s waste of time to go to superficial meet and greets?” he questioned. She hummed in thought before giving him a wide smile.

“Of course not. For real fans like myself these events are the world. The players themselves might not realize that it means the world to them. To see the person you admire, your idol, in person, is a dream come true. I’ve always wanted to meet Natsu Dragneel. He was my idol after I first saw him play. His skill on the field is spectacular. The smooth passes, the force of his kick and those rare occasions of corner kicks as they curve beautifully is something I’ve always admired. I have hope that he’ll become the next Igneel. They do have a similar style”, she explained so animatedly.

“You really think so?” he almost muttered. “He’s amazing! Of course, he can. If he keeps playing as passionately as he always does. I believe in him”, she chuckled. “You speak so fondly of him even though you haven’t met him”, he laughed. She blushed furiously. “I k-know, but I feel he loves soccer more than anyone just like me which is why I talk like that”, she sputtered embarrassed.

The stranger just gave a hearty laugh and Lucy felt she really liked it after how reserved he had been at the beginning. “I’m Lucy by the way. Lucy Heartfilia”, she smiled. “Hey, isn’t the meet and over, Lucy?” he asked her and she looked at her iPhone’s clock. Her face immediately deflated, but then she huffed and smiled once more. “Yeah, that’s fine. I had a very enjoyable time regardless. I’m just as content watching them on tv”, she mentioned as she settled to fix her belongings.

“I could still get you to meet the team”, he casually mentioned. The blonde looked at him incredulous. “No way!” she squeaked as her grin widened. He only nodded . “Are you like someone important at the event?!” she asked excitedly as he stood as well. “Uh, you could say that”, he smirked secretively as he guided her out of the shop and down the streets.

“So how come you listened to your father and stopped playing the sport you loved?” he asked her as they walked while he dipped his hands into his jean pockets. “Well, my mother died when I was in my sophomore year of high school and I still played soccer even after that but he guilted me into quitting saying that I had to listen to him in my mother’s stead and so I stopped after I graduated”, she sighed looking straight ahead at nothing in particular.

“If you could play again, would you?” he asked as they finally crossed in front of the establishment of the event. “Many more times again and again.” He smiled lightly as he approached the guard at the door. From his pocket he pulled out a tag and without hesitance was led inside as he motioned for blonde to follow him. He led her down a series of complicated hallways holding her wrist to avoid her from getting lost before they reached a door which had big white letters with the name Fairy Tail on it.

She breathed heavily as she tried containing her excitement. He seemed to sense it as he turned to her. “Ready?” He asked teasingly. “Nope, but really nervous and excited”, she muttered as he finally opened the door. “I’m back”, he drawled really casually. “Damn you! I can’t believe you got away with it, flame brain!” a voice howled as Lucy almost felt she would faint at seeing Gray Fullbuster in front of her. He had black hair and dark blue eyes with firm features.

“Oh my god! Gray Fullbuster”, she whispered as she clutched onto the shoulders of the stranger. Gray blinked as he looked at the blonde. “No way! You brought a girl? This is the end!” Gray laughed as all the players seemed to near them in shock. Lucy felt overwhelmed as she met their 2 of their defenses Jellal and Elfman, numbers 3 and 5, respectively and two of their mid fielders, Loke and Gajeel, numbers 7 and 12, respectively. The rest of their team seemed busy getting their things together.

“Hey what’s your name?” the black haired male asked her. “L-Lucy”, she mumbled.

“Okay, idiots, chill. She’s a huge fan and you guys are scaring her”, Lucy’s companion interrupted. “Didn’t mean to. Nice to meet you, Lucy”, Gray grinned stretching out his hand to shake hers. She grinned as she shook his hand vigorously. She seemed to look around in hopes to find her idol and not finding him.

“Hey Salamander take off that ridiculous hoodie already”, Gajeel motioned annoyed. Lucy noticed that it was awfully hot to be wearing such a thing as she looked at him expectantly. He had to be some sort of manager or maybe even a friend of theirs with the way they spike so casually to him. And by Gray’s words, she was probably be the first girl or even person this man had brought with him to meet them team. She was extremely grateful to him for indulging her so.

“Haven’t properly introduced myself, huh, Lucy?” he smiled at her as she nodded in confusion. This whole time he had been nameless to her and she felt almost ashamed. He grasped the hoodie by its hem as he pulled it off with one pull. His shirt rid up a little and the blonde was shocked to see the glimpse of defined muscles. He threw the red hoodie at Gray who cursed under his breath as he shoved it to the floor. “Stupid”, he mumbled irritated. “Chill, ice princess”, he motioned with a cackle.

Lucy returned to look at her companion after he began to laugh at the black haired male and she felt herself remain speechless at the sight of a handsome face with pink spiky locks, gorgeous smile, and beautiful emerald eyes. He stretched out his hand a large grin still plastered on his face and feeling amused as her face became beet red in both embarrassment and shock. He chuckled lightly as he stretched out his hand to her.

“I really had a good time with you. I’m Natsu Dragneel by the way. Nice to meet you, Lucy.”

Welp that’s the first chapter! I hope you guys liked it. I was really excited to write this sort of au. Please do tell me what you think! And wait up for next chapter!!!

Subject A0: In The Glade [Part 16, Newt’s P.O.V.]

Compromised

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“They took everything. They took her whole world. But little did they know that she found a new one in him.” (Newt x Reader)

A/N: Is Y/N ever going to wake up? What happened to Lizzy? // Going to be putting my stories under ‘Read More’ from now on just cause I write lengthy ones (and I finally learned how to do it!!) So hope you like this one! Couldn’t wait to update the story lol

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Mixed Messages

Request - Basically my idea was the girl does a short film and it is supposed to represent her and Dan. She gets actors to do this, and it goes through why they broke up (they’re still really good friends/ best friends even) it’s really emotional and she got Dans permission to make it, she gets negative feed back from some of the fans but also positive feedback and Dan defends her which then makes people think they’re still secretly together.

A/N: I almost had a heart attack when I opened up Note again because everything was gone, but I figured it out. Anyway, I know I’ve been away for a lil while and I apologize. I have like bursts of creativity and then it’s just gone for a while. Anyway, here’s another old ass request, sorry it wasn’t up earlier to the person who requested it.

ALSO I RECOMMEND LISTENING TO THE SONG BY NOW BY MARIANAS TRENCH WHILE READING THIS I DON’T WHY BUT I FEEL LIKE IT FITS NICELY.

Word Count: 1, 432

Your POV

“Cut!”

On YouTube I’ve always made short films representing hard things I had to go through to get where I am. I still made a few, maybe funny moments, and some serious. This one was painful to make, but I had to do it. Recently, I broke up with the one that I love. I still love him obviously, which is why the film was so difficult for me to make. It had to happen. We were drifting apart, and almost every night turned into yelling matches. We used to be able to talk to each other about everything but it stopped near the end of our relationship. The break up was mutual, and we’re still very, very close.

Anyway, after we broke up I didn’t leave the house for a few weeks. I was heartbroken, and to be honest I still am. But I decided to get my ass in gear, and make something out of this difficult time like I always did. I called my manager, asked him if he could make a few calls and get auditions started for my next short film. After a month of creating everything, we started the recording process. It took longer than I thought but today it was finally finished. 

“That’s a wrap everyone! I just want to say thank you so much for helping me with this, without you I couldn’t have made this.” I said. Applause filled the room and I forced a smile. This is going to be a pain in the ass to edit.  

“Y/N!” I heard a voice that was all too familiar, and took a shaky breath before turning around to greet him. 

“Dan! Hi!” Even though we said we were still close friends, we gave each other a few months away from one another, just so we could get better. The only time we talked was before I started writing the script, to ask him if it was okay.

He walked up to me and gave me a long hug. God I missed his hugs, his beautiful cologne, and him in general.  

“How was shooting?” He asked, letting go and taking a step back.

“It went really well. I just need to edit this sucker and it will be up. I’m nervous because I’m scared I might get attacked by some people." 

"Well it’s the best way to explain things to everyone. I’ve been bombarded by tweets, and comments asking about us.” He forced a smile and shoved his hands in his pockets. 

“Um, so why are you here?” I asked, awkwardly fiddling with my hair before crossing my arms.

 "I was, um, passing by and I thought you wanted to have lunch? Just to catch up.“ 

"Sure, I just need to help clean up. Give me like 30 minutes.” I ran off and started helping the crew clean up the equipment, and take down the sets. After we finished I found Dan sitting on a couch near the entrance.

“Shall we?” He chuckled.

“We shall.” I went to go reach for his hand, but retracted it quickly. You’re not with him anymore, get over it. He is. 

We headed towards a small café and talked about…everything. It was like everything was normal again, and we told each other every single thing that was going on. I knew deep down I shouldn’t be doing this, I was still hurting and I could tell he was over the break up. Why couldn’t I be over it?  

“Yeah, hi. I’ll have a (choose a drink).” I told the barista. He turned around and flashed me a smile. He was pretty cute.

“Coming right up.” He began making my drink and I turned back to Dan. 

“So how have you been?” I asked, moving to the side. 

“Honestly not too good, but I’m feeling better now.” Dan smiled at me, and got his order taken.  

“(Drink you ordered)?” The cute barista called out my drink order, and walked to the counter to pick it up. “I left a little surprise on the back.” He winked and went back to his job. I spun the cup around and noticed numbers on it.

“Did you just give me your number?” I asked laughing a bit. 

“I can take it back if you want.” He chuckled. 

“Hm I don’t know. Is this a normal thing you do?” I teased.

“Nope.” He flashed me his charming smile again and turned back to making drinks. I looked over to Dan and he was staring at me.  

“Dan, are you okay?”

 "I’m fine.“  

We waited for Dan’s drink to be done, and took our seats. We started talking, and I told him how the filming went. He told me random stories of him and Phil like he always did, and it went quiet for a few minutes. 

"I really miss you Y/N.” Dan broke the silence and stared at me.
“Dan I miss you too but you know what will happen. We’ve done this before and we just keep getting hurt in the end.”

“Maybe we can work things out?”  

“Look, I need to get this up tonight. I’ll talk to you later okay?” I picked up my things and stared at Dan one last time. “I’m sorry. Maybe things will get better with time, but right now we should take a long break and figure out what we actually need okay?”

Dan looked down at his hands, then back up at me. He gave me one of his signature smiles where you could see his dimples. “Okay.” He sounded sad at my response, but it’s what has to happen.

I hauled a taxi back to my flat, and instantly started editing the film. As I was watching, and cutting things out I felt a bit sad that I didn’t take Dan’s offer. He finally told me he did miss me, so it was obvious we both still love each other. But we’ve been through this before and we need to take a break like I said.  

I started crying the farther I got into editing. It still hurts. Watching those scenes made relive what actually happened, and reminded me of how painful the breakup actually was. It started as a fight. He was so absorbed in his work he barely paid any attention to me in weeks. I finally had enough so I snapped. Dan defended himself and we yelled at each other for so long. I finally broke. I fell onto the bed crying and Dan followed suit. We sat in complete silence for (what felt like) forever until I finally brought it up.

~Flashback~ 

“Dan, are you happy?” I looked up to him, his face was blurry due to all the tears in my eyes.

“Honestly, I’m not. I love you to bits, but…I don’t think I can yell at you every night anymore.” He let out a nervous chuckle. 

“I think-” My voice broke, but I kept going. “We should take another break. But a longer one this time.” 

Dan sat in silence staring at the floor. A tear rolled down his cheek and he turned towards me. “I love you.” His voice wavered. I knew he was trying to be strong but this was hard. 

“I love you too.” More tears escaped my eyes, but I grabbed his cheek and pulled him in for a last kiss. It lasted long, and there was a lot of emotions behind it. I pulled away, and wiped away all the tears. I got up and started packing up the things in our flat. I made my way towards the door, and said goodbye. That was it.  

~Flashback over~

I finished editing the video, and sent it to Dan just so I could get his opinions on it. I put down my phone and dragged my feet towards the washroom. I splashed water on my face, and did my normal night routine. I heard buzzing coming from my phone and looked at the Caller ID. Dan. I hesitated, wondering if I was able to handle hearing his voice after reliving such a terrible moment. But I ended up answering. 

“Hello?”

“IT WAS PERFECT Y/N!” Dan yelled through the other line.
“Thank you.” I laughed.

“Upload it RIGHT NOW.”

“Alright, I’ll text you okay? It was a long night I’d really like some rest.”

“Okay bye. I lo-bye.” Dan hung up. I started to upload the video, and fell asleep almost instantly when I got into bed. 

I didn’t know what to expect the next morning, but I was never prepared for anything like this.


Second A/N: I’m going to write a part 2 for this. Honestly it was such a good request, and I wanted to tease you guys a lil bit with a cliff hanger ;) #sorrynotsorry…. I’ll get out now.

Lucky Part 40

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,
Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31,Part 32, Part 33,Part 34, Part 35, Part 36, Part 37, Part 38, Part 39

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Exo Scenario: Angst and Chanyeol ~

Hi there! I was wondering if you could write a Chanyeol scenario based off of park bom’s music video Don’t Cry? Some angst please! 😏 Thanks! 😋

So this took me much longer than I thought it was going to, only because I had to look up the video and then the lyrics to try to get a feel for what I wanted to write for the scenario. Anyway, I’m sorry that it took so long to write and I really hope that you like it! Let me know what you think :)

It felt like a dream, standing there beside him as you cried. And you didn’t really notice when you started crying, but suddenly he was reaching forward and pressing his fingers against your cheeks slowly, his thumb wiping at the tears that refused to stop falling. 

“Don’t cry.” he whispered, his deep voice only making you want to cry more. What were you going to do without him near? He smiled apologetically before saying, “Maybe in another life this could have worked out…” but he didn’t finish that sentence.

“Don’t leave me.” you whispered, your hands going up to keep his fingers pressed against your skin, kissing his scarred palms before closing your eyes. Your fingers absentmindedly brushed against the promise ring on his finger, the cold and smooth metal biting at the tips of your fingers and making you retract, making you remember the day that he had bought them and given you the other. He wore a gold band while you were the silver, and inside yours his name was engraved in the metal band. Your tears starting falling again.

You could feel his breath wash against your face as he leaned forward, pressing a slight kiss to your forehead, only staying there for a moment before moving away from you and taking his hands from your face. You reached out at the last second, but you were too late. He was already halfway through the door, already leaving you behind. His things were gone, and now so was he.

You weren’t strictly breaking up. No, Chanyeol hadn’t made this decision. It was his company that didn’t want the two of you together. They didn’t like the idea that you weren’t an idol, and you weren’t nearly as talented enough to become a trainee - you had already tried that route. So now they were forcing the two of you apart before rumors started or things became too serious. 

Of course, to you things had become serious the day Chanyeol had bought those rings. But you didn’t say a word as he turned back in the doorway. You almost hoped that he would come back and tell you that this was all a mistake, that he would continue to see you despite what the company wanted. But that didn’t happen.

“It’ll be okay.” he said, trying to reassure you, “Please don’t cry. I love you.” and then he was walking away.

When he was gone and you were alone, you looked down at your hand, realizing that he had somehow slipped the ring on his finger onto yours. Now there were two rings there, one gold and one silver, a matching pair. His words just kept replaying in your head as you looked down at them.

It’ll be okay. Please don’t cry. I love you.

I’ve missed you - Luke Skywalker

Just a small idea i had in my head, hope you like it:) Fluffy fluff. 

”I hope he’ll be home soon, I miss him so much” you say before you sit down on your big couch in your apartment. Leia smiles at you. “I know what you mean, I hate when Han leaves, he can really go on my nerves sometimes, but I always miss him when he’s away” You look out through the big window and you can see how speeders and other ships are passing by. The sun is shining brightly. Luke has been away for months…to many in your opinion. “I wonder what he’ll say or how he’ll react when he sees Ben” Leia smiles and puts a hand on your shoulder. “I think he’ll be really happy” You look at Leia and smile before you look down to the ground and sigh. “He’s been gone for so long…it’s been months, I can’t help but get worried. I’ve had nightmares that he’s dead” Leia puts an arm around you. “He’s alright, I can feel it, don’t worry dear” You can now hear a giggling sound. You look up and can see that Ben is holding C-3PO’s leg while he’s trying to walk normally. You smile and gets up. “Ben, I think you should let go of 3PO’s leg now” you say as you pick him up. “Thank you Miss Skywalker, now I can walk normally again” 3PO says as he walks out from the room. “You really like 3PO don’t you?” you say while you mess up his short soft hair. Ben giggles again. “I should go now, don’t worry Y/N, he’ll come back” Leia says before she leaves. You kiss Ben’s cheek before you walk into his bedroom. You lay him down on his bed before you kiss his forehead. “Get some rest now, you’ve been awake since early morning” He grabs one of his stuffed toys and you can see how he struggles to keep his tired eyes open.

You’re standing by the window and watches as the sun is about to go down. “Ah Luke…where are you?” you say quietly to yourself. You look down at your left hand and smiles when you see the beautiful ring Luke gave you the night he asked you to marry him a few years ago. It was shortly after the Rebels won the war against the Empire. Luke never got to know that you were pregnant. You got the news shortly after he went to complete a mission with some others from the fleet. That reminds you of how long he’s really been gone. You had heard some rumours that people had been killed during this mission. C-3PO didn’t make you feel any better either. He always told you about the odds and stuff like that which made Han go mad at him. “Will you just shut your mouth? Do you think Y/N wants to hear you talking about the odds of them coming home?” You and Han have become really close friends and somehow he always knows how to cheer you up when the anxiety about the thoughts of Luke being dead crashed down on you.

“hey kid, how are you feeling?” you turn around and you can see Han standing at the door into your big living room. You give him a weak smile before you turn around again. “I’m alright” Of course Han didn’t buy this. He walks up to you. “No you’re not, I know that you’re worried” You sigh and look down. “It’s been over a year, I just…I thought that he’d be home by now, I thought that the mission would take a couple of months” there’s a long silence between you before Han changes the subject. “How’s Ben doing?” You can feel a smile starts to spread across your face. “He’s alright, he’s absolutely wonderful, he has so much of Luke in him…he’s got his wonderful eyes” Han smiles and puts a hand on your shoulder. “Can’t wait to see Luke’s face when he gets to see him” he says before he leaves you. “If he will come home” you say quietly to yourself.

“… and something wonderful has happened while you were away” You can hear Leia’s voice coming closer followed by some footsteps. “Y/N” Leia says, you turn around and you can feel how your heart starts to beat faster. “Oh Luke!” you say as you run up to him. He wraps his arms around you and spins you around before he gives you a long, sweet kiss. Leia smiles before she leaves the two of you alone. You lean your forehead against his after you broke the kiss. “I’ve missed you so much Luke, I-I thought that you’d be gone for a couple of months” Luke strokes your cheek softly. “I know, the mission took longer than we thought it would.” You look him in the eyes, you can see that he’s got a scar at his left eyebrow. You stroke is gently before you lean your head against his chest. You can hear his calming heartbeat which makes you really calm. “I thought you were dead for a moment” you say as you can feel a tear roll down from your eye. Luke wraps his arms around you a bit tighter. “I’m alright” He leans his head against your head and rocks you back and forth slowly. “You look so beautiful Y/N, I’ve been thinking about you everyday. I’ve missed to wake up next to you every morning, I’ve missed to see your smile, I’ve missed everything about you” You look up at him and you can’t help but smile. “There’s something you have to see” you say before you take his hand. You lead him into Ben’s room. Ben is standing up in his baby crib with a messy bed hair. You let go of Luke’s hand and then you walk up to Ben and pick him up. Luke walks up to you quietly while he’s looking at Ben. You can see how a smile forms on Bens face when he sees Luke and he makes a cute baby sound. “Is…is he?” You nod your head. “Yes Luke, he’s your son” Luke brings up his hand and strokes Ben’s cheek so very softly. “He’s so…beautiful, just like you” Ben stretches out his short arms as a sign for Luke to pick him up. You hand him over to Luke and you can see how Ben touches his face with his small hands which makes Luke smile brightly. “What’s his name?” You wrap your arm around Luke’s waist and lean your head against his shoulder. “Ben” Luke kisses Ben’s cheek which make him giggle. “Ben…I like that name”

I have a theory: the more responsibilities I neglect, the more words I’m able to write. This is a bunch of small Solangelo drabbles that practically wrote themselves, so I’m not quite sure what this is, you know? Everything is a mess. I’m just hoping someone out there will like it.

Chocolate pancakes, Nico decided, were the human version of the gates to Elysium. He was blissfully eating his breakfast in peace, eyes closed, enjoying the soft summer breeze while tasting that masterpiece.

So he didn’t notice when Will sat beside him.

“Hey, Nico.” Will called, tapping the smaller boy’s arm lightly. “What—What is the name of that game you like?” Despite stuttering, his voice was nonchalant, and the son of Apollo himself seemed relaxed, averting his eyes to a random point in the table. His fingers started doing circles over the surface.

“What game?” Nico swallowed and asked, looking at Will’s hand. Nico knew, from experience, how soft they were, used to medical care instead of the harshness from battle. He liked it. He shouldn’t like it.

“That card game you mentioned a while ago. Mytho—Something.” Will turned and looked at him.

“Mythomagic.” Nico hated how offended his voice sounded. “But I don’t like it. I used to like it.”

“Hm, really?” Will arched one eyebrow, taken aback. “’Cause I was thinking—I wanted to learn to play it, so we could do something. Together. Besides sword training and tending the wounded.” He looked at the table again, which Nico was thankful for, because he was sure his surprise was evident in his face.

He didn’t think about the words. “I’d love to teach you.” Nico said softly, looking back at his plate. What are you doing?!, he mentally yelled. He couldn’t afford to spend more time than he already did around Will Solace. It wasn’t safe, his feelings got vulnerable in those times—He had to cancel it. Take it back—

“Really?” Will sounded happy, and, again, Nico couldn’t really think.

“Sure.” He sighed and looked at Will, who was doing nothing to hide his grin. He analyzed Nico’s expression for a moment before his smile became an evil smirk.

“Okay, Death Boy.” He beamed when Nico groaned. “We start today, after sword training.”

“What can I do to make you drop that horrible nickname, for the gods’ sake?!” Nico gave him his best glare, which made Will laugh. Sometimes he hated that boy. “What do you want? I’ll give you anything.”

Will’s smile faltered for a fraction of second, and Nico could swear his eyes traveled down for a moment, in the direction of Nico’s lips. The silence didn’t last long, but it got charged, tense. Nico’s heart missed a beat.

But the moment vanished as soon as it had begun. Will was back with his teasing smile.

“There is nothing you can give me. Besides, I wouldn’t accept it anyway. Seeing your death glares every once in a while is too much fun. I can’t risk letting it go.” He stood up and messed Nico’s hair up. The smaller boy scowled and glared at the other boy again, ineffectively.

Will smiled half-heartedly and pointed at a point near Nico’s bottom lip, close enough that he almost touched him. “There is chocolate here, Death Boy.” He said, his voice a tad quieter, and left.

It took Nico longer than it should to process the words, and then to wipe his mouth clean ungracefully with the back of his hand. He started eating again, but not appreciating the meal as before. His thoughts were elsewhere.


Time passed slowly in Camp Half-Blood without so many campers. It was boring as Hades at first, but Nico started borrowing books from the Athena cabin and focusing on redecorating his own, and it got better.

His friends iris-messaged him frequently. It was exhausting, in the beginning — Nico wasn’t used to so much social interaction —, but with time, he began to look forward to the calls, and even made some of his own.

The Will Thing, as he began to call those stupid crushy feelings, didn’t leave. He thought they had. Maybe he could get over it after a year away from the boy. Yeah, space and time would do it, he thought.

(How naive of him.)

It became very clear that his attraction hadn’t lessened in the least when, roughly five months after Will went back home, he came back to Nico’s birthday party.

To make it clear: Nico didn’t know he was going to have a party. On January 28th, someone knocked on his cabin at an ungodly hour in the morning, and when he stepped out, ready to crack the earth open and sent whatever monsters had woken him up to the Underworld, he saw what looked like half the camp there, beaming and holding balloons, cake (blue), a whole bunch of food and presents.

He was pretty sure he was dreaming.

Everyone started singing “happy birthday”, and then they seemed to try to sing the Italian version, but it was so awful that Nico just laughed.

And it was weird, really, ‘cause his eyes started watering. Everyone around him was smiling — and there were so many people; Reyna, Hazel, Leo… even Clarisse had shown up — and here he was, ready to cry. I mean, what was wrong with him?

“Make a wish!” Percy shouted when Nico was about to blow the candles.

“He’s supposed to make a wish when first cutting the cake, man.” Jason corrected, and Percy gave him a disbelieving look.

“What the fuck? Where did you hear that?”

Language.”

Nico ignored them. He knew what wish he’d make, and it was kind of embarrassing, if not straight-up sad, that he thought of it even when he was so lucky to have all his friends here.

I wish that Bianca is happy, wherever she is right now.

He blew the candles.


There were hugs, hugs, and more hugs from his friends. Pats on the back, hand-shaking and wishes of happy birthday from his acquaintances. Leo made as much “you’re old” jokes as he could get away with. Clovis’s happy birthday wish was interrupted by a yawn. Will’s hug ended too quickly and Nico tried not to mind.

The first slice of the blue cake obviously went to Hazel. The second slice was for himself, and people started serving themselves after that. He sat beside Reyna and Hazel under the shade of a tree and watched as everyone attacked the food. Hazel started telling him stories from Camp Jupiter, and Reyna would add her own comments, which made Nico’s stomach hurt from laughing so hard.

He still wasn’t 100% sure he wasn’t dreaming, but he just played along.

Will was talking to Clovis, who had a huge coffee mug in his hands and a sleepy look in his eyes. The son of Apollo seemed torn between amusement and concern, and Nico found it endearing.

And that’s when he realized five months had done nothing towards The Will Thing. Nothing Nico wanted, at least.

“IT’S PRESENT GIVING TIME!” Piper announced from somewhere, and for a moment everyone stopped talking or eating and rushed to get the boxes they’d left near the Hades cabin.

She had the decency to look sheepish. “Oops… Sorry.”

Hazel and Frank had gotten him a collector’s edition of Mythomagic (”I should call you Nerd Skeleton instead of Death Boy” “shut up, Solace”). Reyna had made a beautiful, elegant portrait of him, and he had to swallow the lump in his throat when he saw it.

“Happy birthday, Death Boy.” Will said in a low voice when it was his turn, and Nico blinked, unable to look away. Will was so bright… It wasn’t fair.

His fingers were trembling a little when he took hold of the box.

Inside was a hoodie, as people nowadays called. It was black and the fabric was thick, warm, and Nico gasped when he saw that the Mythomagic logo was embroidered in the front.

“Holy Hades.” He looked at Will, vaguely aware that his mouth was opened. Will only laughed.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it, Will.” He looked at the hoodie again, resisting the urge to hug it. He wore it instead, over his pajamas.

“It makes you look even more emo than usual.” Will said, his voice pleased.

“Shut up.”

“There is another thing.” He pointed at the box on the floor, and Nico noticed there was a book in there. He got it.

“It’s about Achilles and Patroclus. I thought you might like it.” Will said, averting his gaze, the tips of his ears becoming pink, and Nico was instantly suspicious, but he decided to let it go.

“Thank you, Will. I really appreciate all of this.” He said, his voice soft and honest, and Will smiled slowly.

“You’re always welcome, Death Boy.”


Nico had faced Tartarus. Minos. Uncountable monsters. And yet, there was nothing in the world he hated more than that stupid book.

It was currently across his room, where he had thrown it, and he had been staring at it for what felt like forever. Tears were streaming down his face; it was embarrassing, but he couldn’t stop it.

Why the fuck had Will given him that book?

He was shaking, and he hugged himself as a sob escaped his throat.

It took him minutes to calm down, to stop crying. He had never thought anything like that would ever be published, let alone be that beautiful. He hadn’t known Achilles had loved Patroclus like that, so tender and fiercely. (Why had Will given him that?)

He couldn’t even begin to fathom how much the story had touched him. He couldn’t describe what he was feeling right now. He wanted—

Before he could think better about it, he got the book from the floor. And then he was walking across the camp, toward the Big House, where he knew Chiron would be.

He found the centaur there, discussing something with Mr. D, but the conversation ceased when they saw Nico’s face. It was… difficult, to say the least, to imagine that Chiron had been there, had known Achilles and Patroclus. It was easy to forget how old he was, most of the time.

Nico raised the book as a silent explanation, and Chiron’s expression went from alarmed to somber.

“Oh. That.” He sighed. “You wouldn’t believe the quantity of campers that have come to me, demanding explanations.” He sounded tired, and Mr. D gave them a bored look before leaving the Big House.

“So… Were you really there? Were they really, huh, um…”

“Lovers?” Chiron supplied, raising one eyebrow. “Yes, of course. I know what mortals might have said in your time, child, but love has always existed in many forms. It’s foolish to think otherwise.”

A heartbeat. Then another. He understood, then, why Will had given him the book. It wasn’t about Nico, nor it was any sort of secret message. It was just that simple reminder about love. He was glad.

“Thank you, Chiron.” He said, then turned and left.


“Hello, Dea—”

“Shut up.” Nico interrupted calmly, then raised the book for Will to see through the Iris message.

“Oh. That.” Will said, similarly to Chiron, but he seemed nervous, tugging a hand through his hair and chuckling humorlessly. “What did you think?”

“I wish you were here so I could strangle you.” Nico said in the same patient tone. “Thanks for giving me it.”

Will raised his eyebrows, taken aback, then he smiled.

“You’re welcome.”

Nico smiled too, after a while. And he felt okay. Happy, even. Times hadn’t changed that much, he thought. The Will Thing was alive and well, and for the first time, Nico thought maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.


Can you guess what was the book? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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I finally got it done! I actually started this animation before I started the comic. It was meant to be a promo for it (by then, the script and outline was already finished). But the project took a backseat for quite a while. There was a time I was going to drop it entirely because I disliked that much! I thought it looked awful and ugly and it didn’t help I was going through a slump either. But now, I’m happy I was able to finish an animation that was longer than 30 seconds! Yeah, there are still a lot of things I wish I could’ve improved on a bit, but I’m going to be proud at what I was able to accomplish.

Anywho, I’ve learned soooooo much from making this animation! The entire process was like a hard puzzle to get through but I did it and I can’t wait to work on the next animation (whatever it will be) and do even better!

Animation and art by Chauvel
Music “The Massacre” by FantomenK (Used with permission)

anonymous asked:

regarding IICF, maybe something about his gf??? like she doesn't like everything that comes with dating him bc she's not in the industry. Idk man I just love that song and would love something about it

Anon #2:

Tbh if you do an if I could fly blurb, you should do it about his gf not about his family just so we can all cry and love it and pretend that it’s us he wrote it about ya feel?

Got this one twice.  Here ya go ladies.  Enjoy.

Harry had insisted on driving you blindfolded to wherever he was taking you.  You were a little scared at the idea but knew him well enough to know he wasn’t taking you anywhere that wouldn’t be completely safe.

You felt the car roll to a stop.  He unlatched his seat belt,

“You ready, Love?”

You nodded, turning your head in the direction you thought he might be since you couldn’t see anything,

“Yes.  But where are we?”

“It’s a surprise.”  He said, emphasizing the word surprise.

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