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"You're going to have to explain some things to me, Sirius." I said as soon as we landed inside the bubble.

I tried to free myself from Sirius' grip but it was useless. Despite his weakened state, he still had the strength to keep my back firmly pressed to his front. I sat between his legs, with my own dangling over the edge of the entrance slide.

"Ask me anything, love." Sirius' reply was light and teasing. Just like his breath as it reached the side of my neck.

I had a hundred questions a minute ago and now I couldn't think of one. He was too distracting and I needed space to think. I tried to pull away again. Sirius only growled and pulled me impossibly tighter against him.

"I will answer anything you ask truthfully," Sirius said his voice lowering as his mouth drew closer until it was right in my ear. "As long as you stay where you are meant to be."

"And where is that exactly?" I couldn't help but retort. "Sitting on this uncomfortable hunk of ice until my arse gets frostbite?"

"Where you are meant to be is in my arms." He corrected, said arms squeezing tighter as he nipped my earlobe. I squeaked and tried to squirm away but his hold was too tight to escape.

"The sooner you embrace it, the sooner we can enjoy it, little feather." Sirius' chuckle was hot against my neck as he dropped his head forward. His hair fanned over my shoulder and it might have tickled.

I wouldn't know.

The only sensation I could focus on was the feel of his teeth as they sunk into my neck. Not hard enough to break skin but enough to keep me in place.

And where is your place, Little Feather?

In your arms?

Sirius' laughter was darker as he bit into my neck again. "Next time I hope you won't say it like a question."

This time when I pulled away again he didn't try to stop me. He let his arms fall away so I could scoot the rest of the way down the slide. The first thing I needed was to take off the dreaded boots Neviah spelled me to wear. Then I could ask my questions.

It's not as if you did much walking in them. Neviah defended her fashion choices.

Besides they seem to have done the trick. Romona snorted. Look behind you.

I glanced back at Sirius to see him shamelessly staring at my arse as I bent over to remove the left boot. I made a show of taking off the right one, wiggling my hips just to tease him.

Bravo, Maledetto. Romona's laughter was warm with pride.

It distracted me enough to take my eyes off of Sirius. That was all the time it took for him to make his move. The only warning I had was the sound of his growl, the heat of his breath before he was on me.

The force of his body crashing into mine propelled us onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. The squeak I made as I went down was embarrassing but I couldn't control it anymore than I could the rush of arousal as I found myself under Sirius.

He is tall and lean, but far too skinny. I could feel his bones pressing into me for just long enough to make me sad. Sirius twitched and rolled off of me on to his side. I didn't have time to adjust to his absence before he pulled me into his arms. For someone so bony, he's surprisingly strong and rather forceful.

I only had a second to linger on these thoughts before I was pulled into his space. We shared the same air, staring at each other.

Green on gray.

But the longer we stared at each other, wrapped in each other's arms, our breathing evening out to become one shared breath back and forth…

Gold and silver flashed in our eyes.

I'm not sure who leaned in first, just that we both moved in slow motion. I anticipated the moment our lips would meet as much as I feared it. I knew without ever kissing him, that once I got a taste, I would be addicted.

My body began to shake but I barely noticed it, my thoughts so fixed on the shape of his lips as they approached my own. Sirius must have picked up on it , because they stopped moving closer. They started to move and it's only after they stopped did I realize he's said something.

"What?" I blinked up at him.

His laughter was infectious and I found myself smiling even as he pulled away. He scooted back so he could rest his head on the pillows and laid on his back. He lifted one arm away from his body in invitation to join him.

I continued to blink at him. Sirius Black is laying in my bed was the only thought I was capable of then.

He laughed again and said , "I said I don't want to scare you with my intensity, but it seems distract might be the more fitting word."

"Distract?" I parroted the word back to him, unable to break the daze.

"Yes, distract. You have questions," he inclined his head toward where I laid motionless at the foot of the bed. "And I can't give them to you if my lips are busy."

"Right." I found myself agreeing with him. I was disarmed by his smile, how absolutely at ease he seemed to be when I was suddenly a bundle of nerves and insecurities.

"Right." He nodded and dropped his hand to pat the bed next to him. "So, why don't you get comfortable with me and I promise to try my best not to distract you."

I found myself acting without thinking about how I must have looked to Sirius. It probably would have never crossed my mind if he didn't growl as I flipped onto all fours and crawled up the bed to him. Once I became aware of it, I might have arched my back as I closed the distance.

Once I was within reach, Sirius lunged for me. He wrapped both arms around me and pulled me so my side was pressed to his. His one arm remained curled under my neck, acting as my personal pillow. The other draped across the middle of my chest, hand reaching up to take my chin and turn me to face him.

"You are playing with fire, little feather." Sirius warned, those silver eyes glinting sharp as steel.

I paused and licked my lips on instinct as I considered what to do next. The way Sirius' gaze followed the movement of my tongue made the decision for me. "I've always wondered what it was like to burn."

There is no warning growl this time, just a flash of silver before he was in motion. I was pinned beneath him before I could take a breath. The hand that cupped my chin moved to take both of my wrists and pin them above me as they reached up to touch him. He straddled my waist, keeping my legs forcibly closed. He glared at me, the effect intense when his face was only a few dozen centimeters above my own.

When he spoke, I could barely contain the moan at hearing the breathiness in his voice. Let alone the warmth of his breath as it breezed against my lips.

"I'm trying to behave myself and be a gentleman but you're trying to provoke me into acting on my most depraved desires. How is that fair?" Sirius protests.

"Who said anything about playing fair?"

"Is that what we're doing, love? Playing?"

"We could be." I said with a bold wiggle of my hips.

"Merlin help me." Sirius said the words like a prayer, his eyes closing as he worked to focus on his breathing.

"Merlin can't help you, but I'd be more than happy to lend a hand…or two." I teased as I rolled my hips again, emphasizing the not-so-small problem pressed between our bodies.

"Why won't you let me take care of you like you deserve, little feather?" His voice was low and rough in my ear. His grip flexed around my wrists before they tightened.

I relaxed into his hold, fear the farthest thing from what I was feeling. I took a moment to study the beauty of Sirius' face. With his eyes closed, he looked more peaceful than his history should allow.

"What if I want to take care of you?"

His eyes Snape open and his breath caught once he realized I've been staring at him. I don't know what he sees when he looks into my eyes, but when I looked into his eyes I saw love. I saw devotion that borders on madness, obsession. I saw hope.

I wanted to taste it. Taste his lips, taste his desire.

He must have seen my own madness when I look at him. It must scare him because he shook his head as he pulled away from me. He released me from his grip and sat back against the pillows.

"I want that, Andrella, but not more than I want to take care of you." Sirius said, not looking at me but at his hands folded on his lap.

I found myself unable to move again, unable to do more than blink.

Why am I cursed to stillness? Why do I freeze instead of fight or flee?

"Will you let me take care of you, please?" Sirius begs.

When he looked at me, I shivered. The involuntary response sprung me into action. I placed myself on the pillows next to him, close but not touching. He laid his head on his pillow and mirrored my position.

"Thank you." He said, offering me a shy smile.

I returned it as I asked the first question. "When did you come here before?"

"Your mother brought me here." He answered as if it was obvious.

"Why?"

Sirius surprised me when he began to laugh. "Is this some kind of test? You already know why, love."

"What kind of test would this be? Why won't you just give me a straight answer." I bark, starting to feel embarrassed.

"Wait! Don't tell me—" Sirius begins wheezing with the intensity of his laughter, rolling around on the bed like a turtle stuck on their shell.

"What the hell is so funny?" I demanded.

"Oh, love, you mean to tell me you have all the answers of the universe at your fingertips and you didn't even ask?"

"Ask what?"

"Ask about me" he leaves out the "duh" but it is implied. Before I can snap at him, he continues on, "Hold on. If you didn't ask the journal about me, if you don't know what I am…why am I here?"

Sirius startled me with his sudden seriousness.

"What?" I choked out when the weight of his stare became too much.

"Why do you trust me to be here if you don't know who I am to you?"

The way Sirius looked at me demanded an answer so I shrugged my shoulders and gave the best one I had, "You said you're my soulmate."

"But you don't know that. Why would you trust my word?"

"Are you saying I shouldn't?"

"No, I'm just asking why you do."

"I—I can feel it. I don't understand it, but I do know it. I know what you say is true. I just—" I shrugged again when the right words failed me.

"Just what? You can tell me anything, love."

"I was afraid to ask more. I was afraid to know."

"Why were you afraid?"

"Because I wanted to feel it first. I wanted to feel it was real, to choose it, so it didn't feel like another burden of fate. And.."

"And?" Sirius prompted when I didn't continue.

"And.."I began to speak but stopped to take a deep breath first. "And because of George."

"I see." Sirius said with a solemn tone betrayed by his wavering lips. "I have one question."

"Ask."

"Does it? Feel like a burden?

"No." I shook my head resolutely. "No, it feels like a fire. Like a spark of flame."

"Do you want me to show you? We can go inside my memories instead of the journal. There's a pensive on the shelf." Sirius nodded his chin over to the bookcase, where indeed, there was a pensive sitting.

"I would like that." I said, but it came out as a whisper.

"There's no need to be afraid, love. I'll be right there with you and you'll see why now that I've found you, I will never let you go."

"That's what I'm afraid of, Sirius." I frowned at his smiling face.

"You don't need to be afraid of me, love."

"Okay." I nodded my head, waving my arm over at the pensive. "Show me."

Sirius scrambled up off the bed, dashing over to retrieve the pensive. He moved with an urgency that spoke of his own fear of me changing my mind if he didn't move fast enough. I wasn't going to do that, but it was funny to watch his mad dash. He threw me a wink as he settled back onto the bed. His rapid movement jostled me and a laughter from my chest.

He winked again as he placed the pensive between us. "Ready, love?"

"Ready." I giggled at his wiggling eyebrows. He blew me a kiss before he placed the tip of his wand to his temple and began to extract his memories.

He cast them down into the swirling bowl and gripped my hand. "We can return at any time."

"You don't need to be afraid of me either." I found myself reassuring him, gripping his hand back.

"You scare the hell out of me, Andrella Jade." Sirius admitted with a chuckle, as he moved to press his side to mine.

"Why is that?"

"Let me show you?" He asked, inclining his chin toward the memories dancing in the magical basin.

"Together?" I asked.

"Always, love. Always." Sirius promised, gripping my hand tighter as we both leaned into the pensive.

Together.

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I was transported back into the Forbidden Forest, standing just outside the Shrieking Shack. Sirius Black of the present-was holding onto my hand, keeping me grounded as his offered memory began to play.

"Brace yourself, love. Your mum is going to show up in a bad way. What she says is going to be hard to hear, too. I'll be right here." Sirius said in equal parts warning and reassurance. Right on time, too, as a bush rustled on the other side of the shack.

I only saw the flash of red because I was looking for it. It was just the barest hint of what was to come but it gave me the second I needed to steady my breathing before my mother could appear. I was thankful for it. It was even worse than I expected despite the heavily warning. She wasn't just in a bad way, she was inches away from death.

Emmaleena stumbled into the clearing, holding the rags of her shredded clothing like she was attempting to hold in her guts. There was enough blood coating her body that it could be the case. Her breath was a rattle in her chest, like she was drowning on land. Still, she crept forward, each step a knife in the wounds covering her body. No amount of pain would stop her from reaching her destination that much was clear by the set of her jaw as she grimaced through the agony. When she approached the shack it was on her last leg, her knees buckled out beneath her and she crashed to the ground. She flipped onto her back and rubbed at her belly.

It was only because we were watching Sirius' memories, with the heightened sense of his animagus form that we were able to hear her whispered plea.

"Sirius, please. Please! She needs you, And—"

With a growl tearing into the night, the younger Sirius leapt from the cover of the bushes in his giant black dog form. He raced across the distance, a young James Potter chasing behind him in his human form. Sirius didn't stop running until he reached my mother, who had already passed out from blood loss.

Sirius transformed into his human form and began checking her vitals. He pressed his ear to her chest to check for a heartbeat and just as he was going to declare he couldn't find one, Emmaleena gasped and grasped for Sirius' hand.

She began speaking wildly, making very little sense as her panic set in. "Sirius, please. You have to help her. You're the only one who can. If we lose her, we all lose. We will lose this war, we will lose our souls. Please, please Sirius!"

"Shh, It's okay. You're okay, Em." Sirius tried to soothe his cousin but he didn't know how. He looked around but James still hadn't reached them yet. There was so much blood. Sirius didn't know what to do.

"Sirius, please. Take my hand. Let me show you. You have to know. You have to know." Emmaleena pleaded, raising one hand from her bloody stomach to offer it to the scared teenager kneeling at her side.

The Sirius I knew in the present gripped my hand. We were both shaking as we watched the scene unfolding. It was impossible not to be swept away in the emotional but confusing moment.

"This is probably going to be high action and very emotional. Possibly pretty trippy." Sirius of the present warned me as we watched his younger self grip my mother's offered hand.

Before I could question his uncertain use of "probably" and "possibly" given that this was a memory, the scene shifted again. We plunged in to darkness so deep it reached our souls. The only thing anchoring me to reality was the feel of Sirius' hand clutching at my own.

And then after a moment or an eternity, sensation began to filter in from the void. The first was the sound of a dozen voices pleading, blending together with the crashing of waves. The heat of the sun on the skin of my hand registered next, traveling up my arm, materializing my body as it moved.

And then finally, the scent of cherry blossoms wafted over Sirius' signature scent. Together they blended to create home.

I felt the muscles on my face forming a smile. I reveled in the warmth of the sun on my skin and the heat of Sirius' hand in mine. I would have been content to stay in that moment forever but Sirius began tugging on my hand, drawing me forward on stumbling feet. I was forced to open my eyes to keep upright as he broke into a run, dragging me with him.

My eyes took a minute to adjust to the brightness of the sun glistening off the water. They took even longer to make sense of the chaos on the shore, of the two familiar figures we're racing to catch. There were are a dozen bodies moving around in a panic, all hovering over a prone form they are trying to move into the water. There was blood, so much blood. I could smell it from all the way back where we were struggling to catch up.

I wanted to ask Sirius what bloody hell we had been dragged into but I couldn't form the words. The pure horror on his face as he raced over uneven ground in a desperation to get to the shore was enough to keep me silent. I didn't understand what was going on, and I was terrified to learn this truth. This shocking truth that had Sirius on the edge of shattering despite knowing the outcome.

It didn't take long for us to reach the beach with the grueling pace Sirius had set for us. Once we were closer, I was able to make out some of the faces. I was shocked how many familiar faces I saw and I began to worry. Romona and Neviah were on the shore with a pale, dark haired woman so stunning I nearly stumbled in my mad dash toward them. All three frantically waved at the figures we were rushing to catch up to—Emmaleena and teenage Sirius. There were three men in the water, struggling in their suits of armor to drag the prone body of a woman into the depths with them.

The burliest, blond man was doing most of the heavy lifting while the black-haired man with a scowl fierce enough to rival Snape's assisted him. The slender brunette seemed to be hugging her to him and sobbing more than he was doing any actual lifting.

I couldn't see her face, just her pale skin and pale hair covered in red that clung to her body despite being dragged underwater. I felt drawn to her, drawn to save her. And as we crested the hill and I could finally see her face I understood why.

She was me.

The most beautiful version of myself I could ever dream up, but she was me. And she was dying.

Teenage Sirius seemed to realize this at the same time, breaking into the form of his dog as he rushed to close the distance. The Sirius beside me gripped my hand tighter and increased our pace. I pushed my legs to meet it, desperate to get to the water. I didn't understand what was happening, but I knew I had to reach the water as quickly as I could.

I watched teen Sirius change back into his human form as he reached the water. He moved to stand next to the smallest of the three unfamiliar men in the water. They spoke to each other but I could not hear their words. Teen Sirius grasped the hand of the dying version of me and sparks of gold light ignited from the touch.

It wasn't enough.

We needed to move faster.

I pushed beyond my limits, letting my magic propel us faster than possible until finally we were at the shore. Everyone moved so we could stand closest to my prone form.

Sirius was right—this was trippy.

But there was no time for registering how strange it was to look into my own face. How odd it was to watch myself die. But I wouldn't let that happen.

I didn't know how this beautiful woman dying in the water before me could be me, but I knew it was true. As true as the fact that I would not die here, neither would this version of me.

It was with this confidence, the magic began to swell from her--my-- form in glittering, obsidian light. I saw it flow out from my own skin—gold—to meet hers, to merge and grow stronger. Two versions of myself, becoming one. I closed my eyes and exhaled as I placed my hands over her heart.

When I inhaled and opened my eyes I was looking up, staring into the several faces peering down at me with adoration and reverence and hope so strong it cleaved into my soul.

I would not let them down. Not again. I couldn't.

"You never let me down." Sirius of now said, teen Sirius finishing, "you never could."

"You have done so well, Maledetto." Romona praised from the shore.

"You have been so brave, but you don't have to be brave anymore. Let us help you." Neviah pleaded.

"You have done enough. You have proven yourself better than us all." A strong voice rumbled beside me, drawing my attention to a cheerfully solemn face. He was young, and blonde, but his blue eyes were glacier and exposed his pain. His skin was unnaturally pale and the longer I looked at him, the more he faded."Go now. You don't have much time before you return to us for the final trial. Enjoy it."

"You are strong enough to save us all. Go with Avalon's blessing. You have endured and so you will enjoy this period of peace. Do not sacrifice it for the sake of others as we did." The slight man speaks with such passion his captivating green eyes flash gold. And it is at that moment I know.

"Merlin's balls!" I curse, flushing red as the man in question.

"What?!" The man squeals as he lets go of me. His embarrassment is drowned out by the booming laughter of the four men in the water, none louder than the brooding dark haired man or the fading blonde man.

"Oh, Romona, you were right about this one! She's a riot." The beautiful, dark haired woman laughed delicately beside the woman she praised. The two of them were a vision of power and might I could only hope to aspire to one day.

"That day is here, Maledetto. It is yours to claim when you awake. Take it. Do as they say—enjoy it." Romona grins savagely as she grips the waist of the beautiful woman beside her. She leans in to whisper something in the woman's ear that makes her beautifully painted lips part in a gasp as her fair skin colored.

I felt my own skin flushing as I looked away and caught the heated looks that both versions of Sirius were giving me. The Sirius of now grinned as he said, "Let's go home, little feather."

I can't help the sigh of contentment or the thrill of excitement his words brought forth. So I closed my eyes and counted to six to try and calm my racing thoughts to answer him.

"You will be the death of me, Sirius Black." I teased, my voice trailing off in wonder as I watch the younger version of Sirius step into the current version of Sirius.

Instead of colliding with him or even passing through him like a ghost, the current version of Sirius seemed to absorb his younger self. There was a glittering of gold magic swirling around Sirius for just a second before it was gone. A blink and I would have missed it. I would have no explanation for how Sirius suddenly looked like the picture of health and mischief, like the twelve years of Azkaban had melted away from his body. From his very soul based on the radiant grin he now fixed on me.

It was the smallest of the men—the one I embarrassed earlier—that broke the silence and the spell the newly transformed Sirius had cast on me.

"Consider this a gift for enduring all the hardships thrust upon you with unwavering faith." The man spoke directly to Sirius who fell onto one knee before the gawky, yet entrancing young man.

"Please don't kneel. I'm trying to thank you." The young man sputtered, turning red as his neckerchief as he tried to pull Sirius to his feet.

Sirius, who has returned to the strong body he earned through grueling hours of Auror training before his imprisonment, propelled the both of them forward with his weight. It caused them both to splash into the water with undignified yelps. The laughter that drowned their splashing was infectious and all consuming. It lightened the atmosphere to one better fitting of being surrounded by such ethereal beauty.

"Boys." Neviah sighed dismissively, but her fond smile betrayed her.

Instead of helping the smaller man out of the water, Sirius pushed him toward the dark haired man with brooding eyes as intense and gray as Sirius'. The way he was looking at the smaller, brunette blushing in his arms was nearly identical to how Sirius looked at me. When the slighter man fell into the arms of the other, it's clear they're lovers.

Realizing I was staring I turned away with red cheeks, only to catch the eye of the blonde man. His already pale skin was almost transparent now. He looked every bit a ghost. It did nothing to dim my embarrassment as he winked at me and pointed behind me before he went to join them.

I turned to look where the blond man pointed to be met with the sight of a shirtless and dripping wet Sirius Black. I barely had the time to drink in the sight before he was shaking himself out like the dog he was. He waited until he was close enough that I was splashed. When I playfully cursed him he began to laugh. It was unlike any sound I had heard before. Certainly not his other laughs in comparison. It was lighter, freer, untamed.

I gasped again, my eyes darting back to the slightest of the men. He was held between his two lovers, looking right at me, eyes glowing gold. He nodded to me, answering my unasked question.

I mouthed the words 'thank you.'

He nodded again and smiled. It was toothy and boyish and full of so much unrestrained joy. I smiled back reflexively.

You are welcome, Andrella. There is a voice in my head. The same one that spoke through me in the cave. And you can call me Emrys.

I connect the dots to multiple things at once. The man in front of me, speaking in my head, is Emrys. He is also Merlin.

Bloody Hell! That means— my eyes dart to the cast of beautiful characters on the shore before me.

Yes. The brunette behind me is Mordred. The blond is the royal clodpole himself—Arthur Pendragon. King of Camelot. Emrys' introduction was so sassy I snorted out loud.

"Oi! Don't believe a word Merlin says about us! He's an idiot!" Arthur—sorry, King Arthur—said as if he just knew what was happening between our minds.

"I have to agree with my brother on this one, darling. Emrys is a bit biased and prone to gossiping." The beautiful woman wrapped around Romona said. She gave me a gentle smile before introducing herself. "I'm Morgana. Lovely to meet you, darling."

I nodded my head and smiled like an idiot. Unable to speak or process anymore myths or legends, I looked at Sirius. He was still shirtless but dry. He offered me his hand and I took it automatically. The answering smile on his face made me happy. The offer that went with it made me even happier.

"Come on, love. Let's get off this shore and back into the sheets, yeah?"

Romona narrowed her eyes as she delivered her threat. "Defile that sanctuary, Sirius Orion Black, and you will not live to regret it."

"Yes, ma'am. Wouldn't dream of it." Sirius replied dutifully. Killing all sense of genuine fear with his mock salute.

Romona's eyes narrowed to near slights and I was about ready to jump in front of him in fear of her imminent attack. It didn't come to that because Morgana's breezy laughter. It broke the tension as she leaned into Romona to whisper in her ear. Whatever she said made the infallible Romona's olive skin flush bright red.

Romona's characteristically sharp tone was wobbly as she dismissed us, "Run along now, children. Best leave the adults to finish up this last bit."

I didn't know what she meant by that but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to leave. Not when I was sure Sirius was going to meet his premature death not even twenty seconds ago. Not when the combined force of the magic and sexual tension in the air was threatening to drive me mad. I pulled Sirius into a hug and we left the memory together.

With a blink and a jolt back into our bodies, we returned to the world of the living, the present time. This moment. Where there was only Sirius and I, on the bed, in a magical safety bubble under the ocean.

Sirius was still shirtless and I was still dripping wet, never having dried myself off. I knew I should be freaked out. I should be questioning how I was physically wet. How Sirius still looked physically transformed. How the magic of a memory seemed to carry over into the present.

I didn't question anything at all. Not when the way Sirius was looking at me was enough to make me freeze under the weight of his desire. How could I when he held himself statue-still, waiting for me to make the first move? When he looked like he might combust if he didn't touch me, but he would hold himself back without my express permission?

It was enough to make me abandon reason. To forget about any worry I had about why I was feeling this way about someone who was a stranger by all conventional accounts. Except how he looked at me, like he saw right into my soul.

I reached forward and placed my hand on Sirius' cheek. I smiled at his unsteady breath as my skin made contact with his. "Touch me, Sirius. Please. I need to feel you."

I gave myself permission to forget everything that wasn't a part of this moment in time. I chose to step into the present, forgetting about the future for once. Releasing the past, the old life that already seemed years removed. I gave myself permission to step into the now. To embrace it, to enjoy it.

"Please don't make me beg, Sirius. I will, but please just kiss me, I need you--"

I smile into his kiss, never more happy to not finish a sentence in my life.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

'Ello lovely readers!

Did I leave you with a cliffhanger? Yes. It looks like I did. Do I promise it will be worth it? Definitely. If you're waiting for a full on Sirius Black scene that is. If you're not looking to read that sort of thing, feel free to skip. You'll miss a good deal of fluff and emotional confessions from our favorite ex-convict but I won't lie to y'all. It's mostly going to just be a lemony good time. TBR on October 1rst to set the month of right.

Anyway, how do y'all feel about what just happened? If you're confused for now that's okay because I wanted to write this from Andrella's perspective. She's very confused right now but too horny to question much. (I mean can you blame her?) But feel free to ask questions anyway! I'll make sure they get answered one way or another... ;)

Also, how do we feel about Merlin's entrance? Grand enough?

Until Next Time...

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Audrey V. Sullivan