//------------------------------// // A Forbidden Secret Revealed // Story: A Great and Powerful Love Story // by DragonMaster24921 //------------------------------// Midnight Shuffle’s Room It began with a simple call. Exam week was midway over, and Shuffle was getting the rest he needed to keep his mind sharp, but it changed when someone had persisted in calling him at an unholy hour. Shuffle was going to give the person a piece of his mind before noticing the song specific ringtone he had applied; it was none other than Trixie, but this wasn't normal. The next time Trixie called, he picked it up on the first jingle. “Sorry Trixie, I wasn't ignoring you, promise. Just took me a minute to wake up.” “….” “Trix, are you there? You didn't butt dial me again, did you?” “Let me in… Please…” Shuffle rolled out of bed and peeked outside his door, and it seemed to have started raining recently. The constant pitter-patter of the soothing weather almost lulled Shuffle back to sleep... Almost. After throwing on a spare shirt, Shuffle rushed down towards the door and let Trixie in. She was soaking wet, carrying a bag, and her eyes were bloodshot. the confident magician that usually stood tall looked like she was wholly and truly broken. Shuffle took the bag and tossed it on the couch before running towards the bathroom and grabbing a few towels and a blanket in the hallway closet midway back. Once he returned, he noticed Trixie hadn't moved an inch. “You know, you could have sat down. Mom wouldn't have cared about the couch getting wet.” Trixie never responded. “Trixie, are you okay?” No response. “Please Trixie, talk to me. What were you doing outside this late?” Nothing. Shuffle was slowly starting to panic. He quickly strode across the room and pulled her into a hug. It was the last thing he could think of to do. Finally, he received a reaction from her; she had wrapped her arms around his frame and starting crying. It was silent at first then grew louder and louder until she pushed her face into Shuffle's chest and let out a wail of pain. Something happened, and Shuffle knew he needed to get Trixie to calm down. Shuffle pulled Trixie to the couch as he cradled her in his arms. Before he knew it, he was slowly rocking back and forth, shushing her, rubbing her back, trying everything he could immediately think of to call someone. Thirty minutes of this passed before Trixie finally started to calm down. Shuffle's mind was a whirlwind of questions, but they could wait a little longer. “Trixie, you’re freezing. I need you to go take a warm shower, can you do that?” Trixie nodded before moving away from Shuffle and made her way towards their bathroom. What the fuck happened? Shuffle thought as he kicked on the heater so after Trixie got out she wouldn't be cold. Before he went back up to get something for her to change into, he noticed a paper sticking out of her bag. Against his better judgment, he grabbed it and read it. Dearest Trixie, Upon the time of writing this, I feel it's important you know this first. I love you more than anything in this world, but neither myself nor your mother has been truly honest with you. Let me start from the beginning. When I met Star, I had been working for a casino in Las Pegasus. I was the repairman, and she had been fawning over a local Magician; when his shows would end, people who had the access to a post-show meet-and-greet with him could go behind the curtain and spend a few minutes with the man... The next few paragraphs had become smudged thanks to the rain. Shuffle moved further down the page until he found more legible words. But after their argument, he decided to break it off with her. No woman should be that cruel, especially to their own child. That's why you have a tendency to talk in the third person, thank the lord it was only that and nothing else. After that, the two went their separate ways, but not before Star gained a lump of his own wealth; apparently, she had been taking bits of his money, so when she was done with him, he could be tossed aside. But this doesn't prove a point. I may not be your birth father, but I hope after you read this you won't hate me for this. I thought what I was doing was going to protect you from the truth, but it seems history is starting to repeat itself again, and Star is looking to leech money again, from me this time. When I caught her, she wasn't happy, and I haven't seen her since. I am sorry for telling you all of this via paper, but if something does happen, go find somewhere else to stay. Don't, in any form, trust Star. Signed Granite Load Another forty-five minutes pass before Trixie came out of the bathroom. Shuffle had snuck in and left a pair of his sweatpants and a random shirt along with a fresh warm towel. Shuffle sat in the living room, the paper in his hand. Fifteen times he read it, but no matter how many times he hoped it was all an illusion, he would glance back and see the same words plastered on it. Once Trixie returned, she saw the paper in his hand and became furious. “Why did you read that without my permission?!” Shuffle winced, dropping the paper on the floor. “Trix, I'm sorry, it was just sitting out and…” “Don't you ‘Trix’ me! What gave you the right to go through my stuff?!” She shrieked. Shuffle moved closer to Trixie. “Listen to me, please. I didn't honestly know what was going to be on the page, but if this is what's tearing you apart, then let me help you.” “Why? So you can just be using Trixie as well?!” “Trixie, you know for a fact I would never do that! Please, calm down and just talk to me,” Shuffle tried to reach for the girl, who quickly pulled away. Shuffle mentally growled at the challenge and kept trying to get close to Trixie, until finally, he was able to get past her arms, pinning them behind her back and forcing his lips onto hers. Trixie struggled for a few moments, before finally succumbing to the feeling of calm that always washed over her when they were this close. Shuffle slowly released Trixie's hands and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her back, making sure this kiss conveyed his true intentions. After about a minute, the two separated, each out of breath and blushing. “Now, better?” “No, but Trixie does feel calmer now. Sorry for freaking out…” Shuffle waved his hand dismissively. “It's fine, and after reading what I could of the paper, I can't hold it against you. Is that why you came over this late?” Trixie sighed, moving away from Shuffle and sitting back down. Shuffle followed her, sitting close, just in case something happened. “Yeah, when I found the page a few weeks ago, I was so angry with what I read... plus, with my mom not showing her face ever since dad's funeral, I never got to question her about it. Finally, today I did. It divulged into a screaming match that only ended after I stormed out.” “Makes sense. Listen, I can't fathom the amount of confusion, fury, or pain currently going through you right now Trixie, but remember this, our friends, plus myself and my mom, are always willing to help.” Trixie smiled softly reaching out for her boyfriend pulling him again towards her and into another kiss. Shuffle followed her lead. Before long, he noticed he had moved atop her as the kiss gradually changed from a simple gesture to a full-on make-out session, their first one. Minutes passed before Shuffle tried to pull away, but Trixie wrapped her arms around him, keeping him from moving, diving back at his mouth with a renewed feeling, this time making sure to push her tongue against Shuffle’s lips, begging for entry. Shuffle responded with his own, and their internal battle had truly begun. Shuffle's mind was on overdrive with a flurry of emotions. Trixie was confused, and he didn't want to take advantage of her in this state. Steeling himself, he tried to pull away from her but found out he was no longer in control of his own actions. Trixie, on the other hand, was over the moon. That night from weeks back had slowly ignited a flame in her core, and finally, after so long, she was going to be able to state it. The two quickly shift positions where Trixie was on top and back at his lips, grinding her pelvis against him, the flame inside her finally taking over rational thought. Before he knew it, Shuffle was already stripped of his shirt and was already tearing her shirt off, but at that moment, Shuffle found clarity: the shirt had been the same one Trixie first gave him. “Trixie, we need to stop; this isn't right,” Shuffle started but was quickly shut down again by Trixie's lips. In that single moment, Shuffle knew two certainties could happen: one, he could let this go and give into the moment; or two, he tries to escape her grasp, but the latter was rapidly becoming almost impossible for him. “Trixie, stop, I don't want to have to do something we'll both regret.” Shuffle held Trixie’s face in his hand, pleading for something to pierce through the haze of arousal that emanated from her. “No, it's been far too long since I've wanted something like this, and I'm not letting you get away.” Using an unnatural level of strength that surprised Shuffle, she straddled his waist again, ready to continue. “Then I do apologize for what I'm about to do…” Shuffle said quietly, as he wrapped his arms around her, pushing her onto the floor, knocking her out cold. Shuffle sat up, checking Trixie, making sure he didn't hurt her. He noticed a small lump on her head, so he made sure to quickly put some ice on it to reduce the swelling. He carried her to his room, laid her down on his bed, and covered her in his blanket. Now he would have to sleep on the couch tonight. “The things I do for this girl... but to be brutally honest, if circumstances were different Trixie, I'd be alright with what you wanted. Maybe sometime in the future, we could do it for real... but, maybe just being close wouldn't be a bad thing, would it?” Shuffle, in an act of pure stupidity, decided to get into the same bed as her. Before he could even get comfy, Trixie's body slid back into his. he eventually wrapped his arms around her stomach and finally fell asleep... Tesla had woken up at the sound of her alarm. Since she was on break from her job, she had been getting up to exercise with Lightning Arc most mornings. Tesla got up, stretching her body, knocking out the kinks in her limbs as she approached Shuffle’s room. “Shuffle, I’m going to make breakfast. Do you want anything in par...tic...u…?” Tesla started to say, before noticing that her son was currently holding his girlfriend, and all she could see was his nude back from the slightly unrolled blanket. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”