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Bond to Happen Part 14

Warnings: panic attack, dissociation, guilt

Word count: 1400ish

“You’re having a panic attack, sweetheart. I need you to focus, okay?”

You aren’t sure you can do that, but you nod. Whether Billy is real or not, he’s never let you down. You trust him, even if he is a figment of your imagination.

“What’s your favorite color, baby?”

“Brown,” you say, near silent, but he hears you clearly.

“What are 5 brown things you can see right now?”

“Your eyes…. The lamp….” Your chest still feels tight, like something barbed is constricting around your lungs.

“Good, you’re doing good, keep going.”

“The chocolate chips. The coffee. Shoes.”

“You are doing so good, baby. Just keep focusing on me and this moment right now, okay? What are 4 things you can touch?”

Your hands have been clenched tightly, nails digging into your skin, but you force one to relax. Your right hand reaches out as you answer without speaking and brush your fingers across the counter, the chair, the material of his sweater, the short hairs on his jaw. You keep your hand on his cheek, slowly stroking it absentmindedly with your thumb. He leans into your touch and you continue to stare at him, uncaring if it’s impolite.

“3 things you can hear?” Billy’s jaw shifts under your hand as he speaks. The room is slowly coming back into focus.

“Your voice. My heart. The street.”

“Good job, baby. 2 things you can smell?”

“Coffee and bacon.”

“One thing you can taste?”

For a brief moment, you think about leaning closer and tasting his lips. But you don’t.

“Chocolate.”

“Are you with me?” He asks, eyeing you assessingly.

“Mostly,” you answer softly. Memories are still trying to drag you back into the hellscape that is your mind, but Billy grounds you. You move to lift your hand from his face and he stops you by covering your hand with his own, warm palm.

“You can keep touching me if it helps- if you want.”

You nod, accepting his words instead of questioning them like you usually would. You’re still too out of it to deny yourself his comfort, at least for the moment.

“Do you wanna move somewhere more comfortable, sweetheart?”

You shrug. It doesn’t really matter to you right now. As long as you can focus on him and not the triggers, you don’t care.

“We’re gonna move to the couch, okay?”

You nod, but don’t get up from your seat.

“Is it okay if I pick you up?”

You nod and he doesn’t hesitate as he scoops you in his arms, your legs wrap around his waist, your arms over his shoulders, your face buried in his neck, inhaling deeply. He moves the two of you into the living room, turning so he can sit on the edge of the couch while keeping you in his lap. You’re stiff as you slowly unwrap your legs, drawing them to the side and forcing your arms to loosen. Billy rubs his hand up and down your back and you slowly relax against his chest. Once the tension has drained from your muscles, he leans back against the couch, allowing the two of you to settle against the leather. 

The steady thrum of his heart and the whoosh of air in and out of his lungs, almost reminds you of a cat’s purr. It’s soothing and you find your mind clearing.

“Thank you,” you say into his chest.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. You wanna talk about it?”

“Not today.”

You feel Billy press a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m here when you’re ready.”

Three words instinctually jump to the tip of your tongue. Three very dangerous words that you have so rarely said since your family disowned you. Words with a meaning you can’t undo once you speak them aloud. You swallow them down. For now, this moment is enough. Billy’s arms wrapped around you, the rise and fall of his chest, the press of his lips against your hair, this is enough for you. No need to muddy the waters with something so permanent as the truth of your feelings for him.

“Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer.”

You nod, knowing he can feel the movement against him.

“Are you okay? And I don’t mean right now, I mean in general. Are you physically and I dunno, magically okay? I know you’ve been gettin’ the migraines and’ve been tired. But is there somethin’ more? Somethin’ worse?”

“No, just some shitty psychic symptoms.” A lie. One you say automatically. To answer honestly would mean you would have to explain the draw you feel to him, the energy you feed on, the way you are slowly breaking. And you can’t do that. You won’t do that. Not with him. Not today.

“I thought we were close enough not to lie to each other, sweetheart.” Billy is too smart for his own good. You’ve known this for as long as you’ve known him. He’s observant, but he’s never called you out like this. You wonder how much he can see through you. You wonder how much he has figured out on his own. You don’t answer his question and he doesn’t push. He only grabs the remote and turns on some nature documentary. 

You watch some sort of monkey climbing in a tropical forest. Billy’s chest continues to rumble against you, lulling you to sleep, your body drained after the intensity of the morning.

*******

You are back in the snow. For the first time, the black jaguar sits clearly 10 paces in front of you, trapped in a large cage with iron bars. Moving to get a closer look, you walk face first into the bars, realizing it is not the predator that is in the cage, it’s you.

*******

Billy is reluctant to let you go home on your own, even after you wake from your nap seeming much more yourself. You don’t mention what occurred that morning and he doesn’t bring you up.

“Before you go back to your apartment, take this,” Billy says, handing you the silver cuff from last night. You take it and turn it over as you examine the runes.

“How does it work?”

“Something about absorbing and reflecting any sorta psychic energy. While you’re wearin’ it, you won’t be able to see auras, use your sight, or any of that sorta thing.”

“What’s the catch?”

“It wears off eventually. The more you use it, the faster it’ll burn through the enchantment.”

“Thank you, Billy.”

“‘Course, sweetheart.”

*******

Billy had never been more grateful for Curtis’s insistence on doing some sort of therapy or talking than he was this morning. When he told you about Stevens, he had expected you to be upset. He had been prepared for tears, maybe some female hysteria- that was a normal reaction, and he would swoop in and make you feel better. He had not been prepared for a full blown panic attack and you dissociating so badly you could barely speak. He knew there was more, a lot more, to your past than you let on. You’d hinted at pieces of it, often with words that came off as if you were joking. What he saw this morning has him reevaluating every off hand comment you’d made, every flinch and recoil, every time you’d forced a brave face when he could hear your heart racing.

While Billy knows this is something he can use to his advantage, but for some reason, he feels conflicted. He had not enjoyed watching you pale and panic. It had been truly uncomfortable.

Billy’s phone begins to vibrate in his pocket and he answers without looking.

“Russo.”

“I have a job for you.”

Billy almost regrets answering the call once he hears Rawlin’s voice, but it’s better to

know than to be left in the dark. “I don’t work with you anymore, Rawlins. You know that.”

“I allowed you your freedom, but now it is time to continue paying off your debt to me.”

“That debt has been paid: in blood, and death, and time. There is nothing left between

us.”

“I made you what you are, Russo. Never forget that. Without me, you would still be in

the mud with the other gutter rats.”

Billy clenches his jaw to keep himself from saying something reckless. “I’m out Rawlins.

We’re done here. Take your job to someone else.”

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Bond to Happen Part 13

Part 13

Warnings: Panic attack, mentions of death and violence, fantastical racism

Word Count: 3900ish

When Billy heard you were hurt, he had broken several traffic laws as he sped back to Anvil. It had been a long time since Billy felt rage like this. An even longer time since he almost lost the tight grip he had on his power. Stevens was currently testing his control like it was a fucking sport.

“I’ll ask you one more time. What did you do?” Billy growls through a menacing smile.

“Come on, Russo, how was I supposed to know that your witch was that sensitive? I didn’t even move, she touched me. How is this my fault?” Stevens was choosing to play dumb, blissfully ignorant to the monster lurking below Billy’s skin.

Billy barks out a humorless laugh.

“I don’t have an ounce of magic in me. You know this, how could I have hurt her on purpose?”

Michaelson is standing in the back of the room, Billy trusts him to be discreet. It helps, of course, that Michaelson has sworn himself into Billy’s service. Willingly and within certain parameters, but with an unbreakable oath. Michaelson knows things about Billy’s habits, his less savory jobs, and has seen pieces of the monster. He owes Billy his life and would readily die for him.  He’s loyal to a fault and knows that Stevens is just digging himself a deeper grave.

Billy slams his fist into Stevens stomach. As Stevens keels over, only restrained by the cuffs behind his back, Billy brings his knee up and hears a satisfying crunch as Steven’s nose breaks. The bound man moans in pain, struggling to catch his breath as he’s forced upright and shoved into a chair.

“Fuck, this is illegal, Russo. You have no right to detain me and I haven’t committed a crime. She got hurt because she’s a bloody fucking wi-”

Billy cut him off with a hit to the knee and Stevens screamed as bone cracked.

“Don’t be such a pussy, Stevens. I didn’t even hit you that hard,” Billy says dryly. It was true, he hadn’t used his full strength, mainly because he was trying to avoid damaging his knuckles so badly that they wouldn’t heal by the time he was back with you.

“How did you- that’s not. You’re supposed to be human!” Stevens cries.

“What a dangerous assumption to make, Max.” Billy allows his eyes to flash fully black, sclera included, for just a moment.

“I didn’t know! It wasn’t supposed to be that bad, just enough to make sure she was in her place-”

“Her place?” Billy roars and the light fixtures rattle.

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry! Please, wait, I’ll tell you. It was a challenge for initiation.”

“Initiation into what?” Billy demands.

“The Witch Hunter Association. If you can drop or kill a witch in front of witnesses, you earn membership. I took a bunch of herbs in this tea that makes auras really potent and toxic while they’re in the system. I have to take the antidote by sunrise or it’ll kill me. You gotta let me take it, Bill.” Max is pleading for his life, not that it will do any good. Billy’s already decided his fate. The monster’s hungry.

“Tell me everything you know.” Billy pulls out a chair and sits in it backwards in front of Max.

After extracting every bit of information about the Association and the herbs Max had taken to strengthen his aura, Billy leans back in his seat.

“Alright, I think that’s all I need from you. What do you think, Michaelson?” Billy asks calmly.

“I agree, Boss. He’s told us everything he knows.” 

Billy nods his head and Michaelson leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

“I won’t ever do it again, Billy. I won’t ever bother her again.” Max is pleading, he still hasn’t realized his fate. He has hope for being set free.

“You won’t ever bother anyone again, Max.” Billy lets his control relax, his eyes shift fully black as his aura fills the room. It’s invisible to Max, but he can feel it. The terrifying, all consuming call of death. 

“No, no please. NO! NO! DON’T-”

********

“Call the supe cleanup team, John,” Billy instructs as he exits the room, wiping a drop of blood off the corner of his mouth.

“Yes, sir. What should I tell the others?”

“The clean up crew can figure out the details and take care of the human police. The body is intact enough that a glamor should do the trick. Tell the rest of the staff about the tea he had in his system when he attacked our Seer. It’s a shame that he didn’t get the antidote in time,” Billy says dryly.

“Yes, sir.”

*********

You don’t remember dreaming, you barely remember falling asleep, before something wakes you up.

“Hey sweetheart, sorry I took longer than I meant to,” Billy is within arms reach upon you waking, the feeling of his aura surrounding you entirely. Normally that would’ve freaked you out, given your history. But after all these months, you’d begun to accept that your magic doesn’t react normally to him. Both consciously and subconsciously, you feel safe around Billy. The office is dark, only a lamp illuminating his features.

“The sun set?” You ask, mostly to yourself. He nods. You’d been asleep for at least 2 hours. “Are we gonna go home now?” You sit up slowly and notice the blanket that had been placed on you, pushing it to the side. Billy nods again, watching you closely.

“I had the car dropped off while you were asleep. Do you need me to carry you?”

You stand, slowly this time, before answering. “No, I can walk. Can I hold your arm though, just in case?”

You honestly shouldn’t be walking, but it’s only through the building. With the death grip you have on Billy’s forearm, you can make it. His knuckles are a little red and swollen, and he’s grateful you’re too tired to notice.

You’re relieved when you finally reach the car Billy helps you into the passenger seat. As he puts your seatbelt on for you, you notice a couple drops of blood on the color of his white dress shirt.

“What’s that from?” You question, fingers brushing his color. 

“It’s nothing, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it.”

You frown, but are too tired to argue. When the two of you arrive in the parking garage under your building, you stumble while exiting the car. Billy seems to appear next to you in the time it takes you to blink.

“Let me carry you up, yeah? We don’t want you fallin’ and hurtin’ that beautiful head of yours.”

You nod, too dizzy to comment on his flirting. Billy scoops you up and carries you into the elevator. His breathing doesn’t even change as he holds you.

“Is it alright if we stop by my apartment first so I can change?” Billy asks and you nod again.  Getting off on his floor, he carries you to the door, somehow managing to punch in the code and twist his key without dropping you. Once you enter, he gently places you on the couch and leaves with a promise to be quick. You’re half asleep when he returns.

“Hey baby, you awake?” He murmurs softly, not wanting to wake you if you’ve truly fallen asleep.

“Mmhmm,” you mumble, not opening your eyes.

“I’m not sure I believe you, seein’ as your eyes are still closed. Can you open them for me?” His voice is so gentle, his aura so soothing, you feel so safe you just want to sleep.

“Don’t wanna,” you grumble.

“You don’t wanna look at my handsome face? I’m hurt,” he teases. “Just let me get you settled and then you can sleep as long as you want.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You open your eyes and force yourself to sit up, stifling a yawn. Billy is wearing a tight black tee and gray sweatpants. Gods, this man is going to be the death of you. Sometimes you wish he wasn’t so beautiful, maybe then you could keep a clearer head around him.

“There are those gorgeous eyes,” he smiles, before it slips into a frown. “Is your magic splitting the color like this normal?”

“What?” You aren’t sure what he means.

“One of your eyes has a blue iris, like your magic, the other has a bit of that blue shade, but the rest is normal. I’ve never seen your eyes do this before.” He sounds worried.

“Me either.” You yawn again. “I dunno what it means. ‘M sure we’ll find out eventually.”

“How are you feeling? Anything hurt?”

“I’m just tired,” you admit as you rest your face against the arm of the couch. The expression on his face relaxes and he’s thoughtful for a moment, before he reaches into his pocket.

Billy pulls out a simple silver cuff, maybe two inches wide with tiny runes engraved on the inside. “I know this isn’t the best time, but this is what I was talking about the other day. It helps a lotta psychics and telepaths and those sorts. Blocks things out, helps with magic based pain. Do you wanna put it on now?”

You shake your head. “Don’t need it, ’m with you.”

He looks surprised, but recovers quickly. You’re so sleepy you’re not really sure if this is real or not. Maybe you’re dreaming. A really nice dream where Billy is all yours and no one will ever hurt you again.

“Okay, sweetheart. You wanna go down to your apartment now?”

“Can I stay here?” Your eyes are fluttering shut.

“You aren’t sleeping on the couch,” he chides.

“Am too.” You aren’t sure why you’re arguing and you don’t really care as you fall back asleep.

*******

Fuck, Billy thinks, this woman is going to be the death of me. You’ve fallen back asleep and he isn’t sure what to do. He hadn’t expected you to reject the cuff, even in such an exhausted state. He knew how much your magic had been affecting you lately. He also had noticed how relaxed you were around him. He’d walk into a room and the tension would drain from your face. If he really was providing you with some sort of mental protection already, this would work largely in his favor. Even without the cuff, he’d have leverage over you. But Billy didn’t want to think about that now. You are sound asleep and he can’t bring himself to wake you again. He has three options.

One, he can leave you on the couch and drape a blanket over you. Billy immediately dismisses that option. He saw the security footage, saw how hard your body hit the floor, how tightly your muscles clenched. He’d watch you convulse for 15 seconds before Stevens was out of the room. You would be sore in the morning and the couch would only exacerbate your pain.

Two, he could carry you downstairs and into your apartment. He would probably wake you in the process, but it was the responsible thing to do. Billy didn’t want to damage the trust you had in him by crossing any boundaries, so taking you home was the safe choice.

Three, he could put you in his bed and let you sleep comfortably while he took the couch. Looking at your peaceful face, he knew he had already made his decision. Billy was loath to admit it, but he craved your company and would do anything to keep you close. Lifting you into his arms so very carefully, being especially gentle with your head, he carried you to his room. Awkwardly pulling back the covers, he slipped you onto the silk sheets and tucked you in. Before he could leave, your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Your eyes were still closed and your breathing was still slow and even. Billy wasn’t sure how to react. What was the gentlemanly thing to do here? What was the best way to maintain the way you say him?

He tried to unwrap your fingers, surprisingly strong for someone so much smaller than him.

“Don’t leave,” you sigh. Who was he to argue with your demand? Billy crawled onto the bed next to you, suppressing a smile at the way you pulled his hand close against you as soon as he settled on top of the covers.

*****

You were cold, bare feet crunching through snow as you walked through a clearing in a lightly wooded forest. Everything is unnaturally bright, though you cannot see a sum when you look at the pale blue sky. Crimson catches your eye. Only a few drops, but enough to stand out in stark contrast to the near endless white of your surroundings. You force yourself to move closer and suddenly find yourself next to animal tracks larger than your own hand. You lean down, knees hitting the ground with a thud, and press your hand to the tracks. Though the snow was still intact, they radiated heat, almost painful to touch.

A soft growl broke the eerie silence of your dreamscape. Your head snapped towards the sound just in time to see the tail end of a deeply black furred jaguar. It was familiar to you after all these months, but you had yet to see it head on. You couldn’t ever tell if it meant you any harm, so you kept a respectable distance from the creature. 

Sometimes, you swore you could hear an inhuman yet masculine voice singing softly in the background. There were never any words, at least not that you could identify, but the everchanging melody was enchanting. If only you could remember the song once you woke up.

******

You are comfortable, surrounded by extravagantly soft fabric. The only noise you can hear is slow, steady breathing from somewhere next to you. The smell of sandalwood and something purely Billy is everywhere, deepening your relaxed state. You are on your right side, hands loosely grasping something radiating warmth. You sigh in contentment before you realize whatever you are holding feels suspiciously like a hand. 

Your eyes crack open and you mumble in surprise, “Billy?” He’s still in the shirt and sweatpants he wore last night, sitting up on the bed next to you, one handedly typing on his phone. Your eyes are a little blurry with sleep, but you can see him clearly as he glances over at you, quickly setting down his phone.

“Hey sweetheart, how do you feel?” His voice is soft and the sound of it makes you irrationally happy, makes you feel safe. You don’t want to have to think yet, don’t want to have to talk about yesterday, but you force yourself to take stock. Your muscles are sore, the worst of it in your neck and back, and your throat is dry.

“A little sore. Nothing too bad.” The hand you are holding squeezes reassuringly and you startle. “I am so sorry. I didn’t realize-”

“You never need to apologize for holding my hand, sweetheart. Do it as often as you want, yeah?” He smiles, looking at you for confirmation of your understanding.

“You really don’t mind? I can get pretty touchy with my friends and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You worry at your bottom lip between your teeth. Billy’s eyes dart down to your mouth and pause there for a moment.

He meets your eye and says, “You can be as touchy with me as you like. I don’t mind.” Then he winks at you and you can’t hold back a soft giggle.

“What time is it?” You ask.

“A little after 10 in the morning. I should probably feed you before you get hangry,” he grins. He squeezes your hand one more time before sliding off the bed.

“I’m not that bad,” you scoff.

“Didn’t you come in the other day after skipping breakfast and your glare scared some of the new guys? Josie had to convince them you were just grumpy,” he teases.

“It’s not my fault, I had a migraine!” You say indignantly, forcing yourself out from under the covers and off the bed, rolling your stiff shoulders as you stand.

“Those happen often?” 

“Unfortunately.” You frown.

“We can talk more over breakfast. You are welcome to take a shower and borrow some of my clothes, or I can walk you down to your apartment and we can eat there?”

“I’d like to stay here for now,” you admit without meeting his eyes.

“Fine by me, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything.” He leaves once you nod.

He has a standing, claw foot tub, large enough to hold at least 2 people comfortably. You’d love to take an hour long soak in it, but you want to get back to Billy even more so you opt to shower instead. Keeping your hair dry as you shower, your mind begins to wander and you have to force yourself not to remember the terror of the day before. The pain isn’t the worst thing about the memory, it’s the fear, the helplessness. The fact that you should have seen that Max Stevens intended to cause you harm before it happened. Why hadn’t you seen it? Were you broken? Could you no longer keep the people you cared about safe? What use were you if you couldn’t even protect yourself? It was different to weaken and die from starvation and exhaustion, but to be harmed by someone else, that was not how you wanted to go.

You leave the shower before you can continue to follow that line of thinking, it wouldn’t help you feel better. Wearing Billy’s clothes on the other hand, that made you feel better. You pull on a sweater and sweatpants with drawstrings that you tie tightly. You look into the mirror as you try to tame your bedhead. The eyes looking back at you catch you off guard. Your normal color is mixed sporadically with magic in one eye, while the other is blue, so blue it seems to be pushing the boundaries of your iris. That was unusual and a bit concerning if you were being honest with yourself. There was nothing that could be done about it now, so you followed the scent of bacon out to the kitchen.

“Are you making pancakes?” You ask in surprise.

“It’s from the box, but I figured you’d probably be hungry after everything. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, and I have some juice and fruit in the fridge. And of course, your coffee,” he says, handing you a warm mug of coffee topped with whipped cream. You take a sip and moan at the taste.

“You are perfect, you know that?” You state with adoration.

“I’m not sure if you’re talkin’ to the coffee or me, sweetheart.” He smirks at you as you sit down across from the kitchen island, watching while he flips pancakes. You see that some have littler chocolate chips and you grin widely.

“Both, definitely both.”  You drink quietly for a few minutes as he stacks a plate of food in front of you. “You know, I think you’ve really ruined your Billy Russo Reputation with me.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You make sure I eat almost everyday, you let me sleep in your bed and hold your arm captive because I was too tired to go back to my apartment, you never ignore my calls, and you’re always saying sweet things and making promises you don’t break. That’s a far cry from the scary gorgeous CEO playboy that I was warned about.”

“Maybe I’m just different around you, sweetheart.” There’s a soft smile on his full lips. You wonder what it would taste like.

“Maybe you’re just softer than you let on,” you tease lightly. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

“I don’t think anyone would believe you, sweetheart.”

“Frank would,” you insist.

“Hmmm. Maybe.”

You grin to yourself, enjoying the pseudo-domesticity of the moment as you eat. Billy picks at his food as he remains standing across from you.

“We need to talk, sweetheart,” Billy says as you slowly clear your plate.

“Okay,” you agree quietly, avoiding his eyes.

“Yesterday, has what happened with Stevens ever happened before?”

You hesitate, not sure exactly what he’s asking and not wanting to reveal too much of your past by accident. “Could you be more specific?”

“Have you ever reacted that way to touch before?”

“No.” The truth, technically. Simple touch has caused you to faint, to freeze up in pain, to vomit or cry. But it had never been that severe solely from a touch.

“Has something similar to that happened before?” Of course he’s smart enough to rephrase.

“Yes,” you admit reluctantly.

“You wanna elaborate on that, Blue?” He seems a bit angry, you know him well enough to know the anger isn’t directed at you.

“Not particularly. What happened to him after?” You try to change the subject.

“He’s dead, he poisoned himself to make his aura stronger and died before he could take the antidote.”

“He’s dead?” you gasp.

“Yes, good fucking riddance.”

“How- why? Why would he do that?”

“Because he was a piece of shit.”

“Obviously, but why would he just risk that to attack me? His life, his reputation, his career. Was I his only intended target?”

“Yes.”

“Why would he do that? Did he know me beforehand? Was it personal? What did he say?”

“Can we just leave it, Blue. He was a bad person who wanted to hurt you. Do you really need all the details?”

“Yes! Why would he risk so much just to get to me, Billy? I don’t understand-”

“Max Stevens dosed himself with a highly toxic combination of herbs in an attempt to severely harm and hopefully kill you so he could be initiated into a society of witch hunters. He didn’t take the antidote in time and died during questioning. He was a racist piece of shit trying to join a fucking cult by hurting a random witch,” Billy snaps.

“Oh.” Your face falls as his words hit you like a strike to the chest.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I shoulda picked up on it before hiring him. He never shoulda got that close to you.” His tone is gentle after such harsh words. 

“I never did anything to him,” you say dumbly.

“Bad people do bad things. It’s not your fault, baby.”

“I thought it was supposed to be different now. I’m good, I swear I’m good,” you whisper, tears beginning to pool in your eyes.

“Of course you’re good, none of this is on you.” You aren’t really listening to Billy’s words. They’re empty, he doesn’t know you, not really. Not what you’ve done. Not what you are. Not what you are capable of.

“But they always come anyway. I should’ve seen it.” You’re mumbling, lost somewhere between the present and the past. Emotions from painful memories creeping up. There is a soft ringing in your ears, your breathing is shallow, and your heartbeat is picking up. The rush of your blood through your body sounds suspiciously like thunder. Thunder and a warm, rainy night-

“Look at me, sweetheart. Eyes on me,” Billy orders. You didn’t notice him move, but he’s crouched to the side of your seat, concern displayed plainly on his face. Everything is blurry, nothing is in focus except for him. You aren’t sure if he’s real. Are you real? Is this real? Or are you back in that alley in the rain?

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Billy Russo's "Pet" Part 2

Warnings: Billy Russo, nonsexual forced nudity

Word Count: 1000ish

Your head throbs as you wake. Resting on something warm and soft, the chill has been chased away from your limbs. Nuzzling into the warmth, you inhale the smell of the forest combined with something spicy and a surprising sweetness. 

“I knew you’d like me if you gave me half a chance,” a voice says teasingly, their laughter sending vibrations through their chest and against your face.

You try to jerk away, remembering where you are. Strong arms wrap around you like steel bands.

“Nuh uh, none of that now. I need to get you cleaned up before we have our little chat about how things are gonna work around here. Do you understand?”

You refuse to look at his face as you spit angrily, “You’re insane. Let me go!”

Billy sighs in disappointment, hand reaching up to grip your jaw roughly as he forces you to look at him.

“I don’t wanna hurt you anymore than I have to.” A pause then a sly smile. “Or anymore than you beg me to. Are you gonna listen or am I gonna have to compel you again?”

You flinch at the idea. Everytime he compels you, it feels like your mind and body are not your own. You try to fight it, but it just makes it worse. It’s a horrific feeling, one you would do just about anything to avoid.

“I’ll listen,” you answer quietly. You’re too tired to try and escape again right now. You need to rest and figure out this man’s patterns, his weaknesses. Picking your battles to get on his good side and keep yourself safe. Then you can bolt the second you get another chance. Preferably with shoes this time.

“Good girl, pet.” 

The words elicit a response from you that is not at all controlled by your brain. Of course the creepy monster man had to be sexy. You try to tamp down on your lust and maintain your anger. “I have a name.”

“I’m well aware.” Billy lifts you and carries you into a magnificent bathroom. His entire home was more life a palace than a house. Somehow, he manages to flick on the light while keeping you in his arms. The sudden brightness makes you grimace, eyes closing as the light sends spearing pain throughout your skull. “Sorry, pet. I’ll keep it off.”

You hear the light switch click and tentatively open your eyes. Billy sets you on the edge of the tub, starts the hot water running, and strides over to the cabinet, pulling out a first aid kit.

“I think you have a concussion. We’ll get you all healed up as soon as you’re clean.”

You aren’t sure what he means and you don’t ask, opting to watch him silently instead. It’s hard to read his expression in the dark, not much light has entered the room from the doorway and his face is in the shadows. He kneels in front of you with the kit and grabs one of your feet. You flinch at the contact and he gives you a stern look.

“Sit still,” he orders. Billy peels off the torn sock, stained with dirt and blood, tossing it effortlessly into the trash without looking. Using a pair of tweezers, he efficiently removes the various debris from your cuts before moving to the next foot. Once your feet are taken care of, he examines your palms and temple. Thankfully, there isn’t much to dig out of the egg sized bump on your scalp, just a splinter. The tub is full at this point, tendrils of steam rising off it, visible even in the dim light.

“Strip and get in,” he says as he washes his hands and puts away the kit.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Your clothes are filthy and you are covered in mud.”

“Turn around,” you insist.

“No.” He leans back against the counter, arms folded. You hesitate. “Now or I’ll just compel you. The choice is yours.”

With shaky hands, you begin to remove your clothing. Once he sees that you are complying, he surprises you by looking away and busying himself with pulling several fluffy white towels out of the cabinet and setting them by the tub.

You step into the tub on limbs rubbery with exhaustion and hold back a groan at how good the heat feels on your sore muscles. The tub is so large that even with several inches between the water level and the rim, you are already chest deep in water. Bringing your knees up to your chest, you wrap your arms around your legs in an attempt to preserve your modesty.

Billy startles you once again by seemingly appearing out of thin air right next to the tub. Maybe your observational skills have declined because of the sheer stress of being kidnapped and chased. In his hand is a white washcloth. You tense as he makes slow, obvious motions. Dipping the cloth into the water and carefully pressing it against the skin of your shoulder. 

He’s surprisingly almost clinical about it, not necessarily because it seems unfeeling, but more because it’s thorough and not sexual in the slightest. Billy wipes the dirt from your shoulders, back, arms, calves and feet, leaving the rest of your body to you. He takes special care as he grabs a fresh washcloth and cleans your face. You can feel the sensation of drying blood on your scalp and your fingers itch to reach up and start scratching your scalp until the blood and mud are gone. It’s an irrational urge, one you are all too familiar with, and you breathe a sigh of relief when Billy instructs you to tilt your head back.

With one hand against your forehead to protect your eyes, he pours warm water over your hair until it’s thoroughly wetted. Then he douses it in shampoo and rubs his fingers into your scalp. You can’t remember the last time someone washed your hair for you. You'd almost forgotten how good it felt.

Billy seems pleased with your reaction as you allow yourself to relax into his touch. He rinses the soap from your hair and conditions it, before repeating the process. You finally feel clean. Something that shouldn’t be so important to you in this situation, but is.

“Up,” Billy instructs, holding out a large towel. You cautiously allow him to wrap you in it and towel off your hair with a second, smaller towel.

“Good pet, you behaved so well for me. Now we can talk.” Billy grins widely, elongated canines fully on display. The look of a predator.

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The Greed of Men Part 5

Warnings: canon typical shit, Katya being a feisty little shit

Word count: 1600ish

The next morning you are shown to your rooms. They aren’t as opulent as Alina’s, but you prefer them this way. The bed is still too soft, the sheets too smooth, the pillows too plump, but you force yourself to use them anyway. The wardrobe is stocked with functional clothing and 2 black coats that feel suspiciously like corecloth. You’d like to complain about the color, or at least about the assumption in making most of your clothing black, but it really does suit you, so you hold your tongue.

The next few days are relatively monotonous. Alina trains and you follow her around as often as you can. Usually watching from a distance so she doesn’t feel you hovering. She knows you’re there, though, and will wave when she catches your eye. The change in her hasn’t ceased to amaze you. It’s been so long since she seemed truly healthy and now, all of the sudden, she’s grown and strong and powerful in ways you had only ever been able to dream of for her.

Alina’s confidence is yet another thing you are happy to see improve. She is more sure of herself, of her place in the world, more comfortable in her own skin. You’ll never admit it, but you are grateful to the Darkling for keeping her safe and helping her grow. Arguably much of that change has come from Botkin and Baghra, but you catch the General checking in on her every now and then. Offering words of support, constructive criticism, and even praise. 

You still think he should at the very least be stabbed for this flirtation he has with your sister. She’s far too young for him. For now, you have decided to let the fragile peace remain between the 3 of you. You’ll save the stabbing for another day. So long as he keeps his hands to himself, you will allow him to keep his hands.

Today, you are observing Alina spar with a particularly skilled squaller, one you’ve noticed scowling in Alina’s direction frequently. You’re nearby this time, making small conversation with Botkin.

“Do you fight?”

“Often,” you reply with a grin. He gestures to the training field and you shake your head. “I couldn’t impose on you like that.”

“You are afraid.” Botkin states and you have the feeling he’s mocking you.

“It wouldn’t be fair for your students.”

“You would deny them the chance to learn?”

You watch the squaller knock your sister on her ass for the 3rd time today and shrug. “When you put it that way, I guess I have to do it now.”

“Who do you choose?”

“Who’s your best?”

“Zoya.” The squaller sparring with Alina looks up at his words.

“Perfect,” you say sincerely.

The two of you enter the circle drawn in the dirt.

“Kick her ass, Kat,” Alina says in your ear as you pass her. You smirk. This should be fun. Saints know you need some stress relief.

“I do have a few years on you, squaller. I’ll go easy on you.” You can’t resist the urge to taunt Zoya.

“From what I’ve heard, you’re a no-name street rat. I don’t expect it to be much of a fight.” 

You smile thinly, but you aren’t bothered by her words, and strike first. It’s more of a warning shot than anything, you are unsurprised when she dodges it. Zoya swings a fist towards your jaw and you block it with your left forearm, throwing a punch with your right fist. This one lands and she grimaces, recovering quickly, stepping closer to you and hooking a leg around your own in an attempt to throw you. You let her, but use the momentum of the move to continue rolling the two of you until you land atop her, hand resting on her throat.

“Good match,” you offer your hand out once the two of you are standing.

Zoya ignores it and hisses,” Beginner’s luck.”

“If you wanted a rematch, you only had to ask,” you quip with a shrug.

“Ms. Starkov,” The General calls from Botkin’s side. You and Alina both look towards him. “The elder Ms. Starkov.”

“Saved by your General, princess. Next time I won’t go so easy on you.” The look Zoya gives you might be strong enough to kill a lesser woman. 

You join the General and ask, “What do you need? Sir.” You add the ‘sir’ for the sake of appearances and because you know the Darkling will hear its sarcasm.

“Come take a walk with me, Ms. Starkov.”

You wait until the 2 of you are a safe distance away to begin your usual banter. “Are we going to have another one of our ‘chats’ where you ‘don’t’ try to kill me?”

“Baghra is aware of your ability,” the Darkling said, ignoring you.

“You mean you told her,” you say pointedly.

“Yes. She would like to meet you.”

“Oh, excellent,” you say with glee.

The Darkling turns to you with a raised eyebrow. “That is not the reaction I was expecting.”

“I heard she hits students with her cane, swarms them with bees, and other various tortures. I can’t wait to see what she tries with me.” There’s a skip in your step as you turn yourself around so you walk backwards as you speak with the General. “When does she want to meet me?”

“Now,” the Darkling says.

“Today is turning out great!” You exclaim, clapping your hands. “Oh come on, why are you looking at me like that? I like fucking with bullies. It’s one of my favorite, mostly legal, pastimes.”

“I look forward to hearing how it goes, Ms. Starkov,” he says and you swear he’s trying not to smile.

“You aren’t coming with?” You ask as you arrive by Baghra’s hut.

“Your… conversation with Baghra will likely be more productive without my presence. She and I do not see eye to eye on most things.”

“Really? You don’t get along with someone? That’s super surprising.”

“Very amusing, Ms. Starkov,” the General says dryly.

“I try,” you grin and give him a wink before stepping into the hut and closing the door behind you.

The woman in front of you is both ancient and ageless. Her skin is mostly smooth, but her hair is graying, and her eyes have a depth to them that only time can give.

“Have a seat, girl.”

“You wanted to talk with me,” you prompt as you sit across from her.

“Have some tea,” Baghra orders more than offers.

“I’m good, thanks.”

“Hm. So you are the woman who claims to be the Sun Summoner’s sister. I must admit, I fail to see the resemblance.”

“We aren’t related by blood, but we are family.”

“I see. You’ve known her for 10 or so years now, and you’ve never told her about your summoning. It sounds like you don’t trust her very much, for family.”

“So this is your angle then?” You roll your eyes. “Trying to drive a wedge between me and Alina, getting into my head. Very original. Do you have any family, Baghra?”

“This conversation is not about me, girl.”

“My name is Katarina, not girl, and this conversation is very much about you. What is it about you that is so broken you want to break everyone else?”

“How dare you?” Baghra spits out sternly.

“Quite easily. If this little chat doesn’t have a real purpose, then I am going to leave.”

Baghra’s posture relaxes slightly. “You aren’t what I expected.”

“Good.”

“The General tells me you are an adequate shadow summoner.”

“Does he really? High praise coming from him.”

“He also tells me you claim to be self taught.”

“I am self taught, unless you know any other shadow summoners besides the Darkling running around Ravka, I didn’t really have any other option.”

“You taught yourself the Cut.”

“Yes.”

“Shadow-walking?”

“Yes.”

“Simultaneous, multi-limbed movement?”

“Yes.”

“Shields, walls, and barriers?”

“I’m still working on those,” you admit.

“Intriguing. I will teach you from now on.”

“No you won’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t like you and I think you are a duplicitous snake,” you respond cheerfully. While Alina may not have picked up on the depths of Baghra’s manipulative nature, you can tell this woman has about a thousand personal agendas just by looking at her. Much like the General, though you find Baghra to be more off putting. 

“You don’t know me, girl.”

“I trust my instincts.”

“Do you truly believe the Darkling to be a superior instructor? That he does not have any ulterior motives for everything he says and does?”

“Oh I’m certain he does.”

“Very well. I will not force you to stay.”

“Good, I don’t do very well with being forced into things.” With that, you get up and leave. You’re surprised to see the General still waiting for you on the other side of the door.

“You’re still here.”

“That was quicker than I expected.”

“Were you expecting me to drink the drugged tea?” 

The Darkling looks surprised. “I was not aware you knew about her tea drugging habits.”

“Alina told me. Don’t you think allowing her to beat, terrorize, and drug your soldiers is a bit much?”

“I admit some of her methods may be extreme at times, but they are effective.”

“If you have to harm a child to teach them, then maybe you aren’t a good teacher.”

“The world my Grisha grow up in is not good or fair, Ms. Starkov. They are in danger from the moment their abilities manifest. Sometimes cruel and extreme measures are needed to prepare them for that reality.”

“It shouldn’t be that way. Grishenka are training to be soldiers from the moment they arrive. No one should have to be concerned about war that young.”

“No, they shouldn’t,” the Darkling agrees, solemnly. “One day, Grisha will no longer need to fear the world around them. They will no longer live to be soldiers.”

“I hope I live to see that day,” you say earnestly.

“You will, Ms. Starkov.”

**********

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Into the Unknown Part 3

Warnings: gun, Billy Russo, violent thoughts

Word Count: 700ish

“Get up,” Billy orders, startling you out of your thoughts. “We’re goin’ for a drive.”

“A ‘kill me and hide the body’ drive?” You ask warily as you comply.

“I haven’t decided yet. Give me your phone.”

You hand it to him without hesitation and he sticks it in the inside of his coat pocket.

“Do you have any other devices on you?”

“No, just the phone.”

Billy leads you out of his office and to his car in the mostly empty parking garage. You try not to be visibly excited by the Wraith.

“Um should I get in the trunk?” You check.

Billy snorts out a laugh and shakes his head. “Passenger seat. Unless you’d prefer the trunk?”

“Nope, the passenger seat is fine by me,” you respond quickly, sliding in and buckling your seatbelt. Billy is silent for the drive and you quickly give up trying to read his expression, instead you enjoy the drive through a city you’ve never seen before. He pulls into a familiar and empty spot on the waterfront. Billy parks, unclips his seatbelt, and leans across you, opening the glovebox to reveal a gun. He pulls out the gun and sets it on the dashboard.

“Where is Frankie right now, sweetheart?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Why not?” Brows furrowed slightly, his small malicious smile still firmly in place.

“Well it’s not like they timestamped every scene. If I had to guess, he’s doing construction somewhere in the city. At some point, if he hasn’t already, he’s going to kill a bunch of people, I think their name is Gnucci or something.”

“Why’d you come to me and no one else? ‘Specially if I’m not the hero?”

“I told you already. I don’t really care about the whole hero/villain thing. It’s all just perspective, who’s telling the story. I hated your ending. Now that I have the chance to do something about it, I’m all in.”

“All in, huh?” Billy eyes you with a degree of suspicion. “How far are you willing to go?”

“I dunno, pretty far. I mean if you ask me to kill a kid or someone completely innocent just for the hell of it, I might draw the line. But in general… let’s just say pretty far.”

“Get outta the car,” Billy orders, surprising you. You follow his instructions, watching him curiously as he grabs the gun and gets out with you. He holds out the gun, offering it to you and you take it, carefully keeping it pointed at the ground away from Billy.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Shoot yourself, in the leg or arm. I’m not picky. Safety’s off, all you gotta do is aim and pull the trigger.”

You hesitate, unsure what he’s playing at.

“‘Course, if you don’t want to do that, you can always shoot me instead.”

You flinch at the thought of hurting Billy. You weigh your options, maybe this would be a chance to wake yourself up, if this really is a dream and, if you don’t wake up, well maybe this all is real. Either way, it’s a dream without consequences or a world where you don’t really exist. It’s a blank page for you to act however you like, reason and morals be damned. Just what you’ve always wanted.

You aren’t a bad person, at least you don’t think you are. You’ve never hurt someone without a good reason, but in the back of your head, in the deepest, darkest, most impulsive thoughts, you’ve craved it. You’ve always wanted the permission to let loose and stop caring about being polite and nice. Maybe you can relate to Billy in the way that you often hate being called pretty. It’s a word that strangers use when they try to take up your time and your space. Or what colleagues use when they want to demean your skills and intelligence. 

“How far are you willin’ to go?” He repeats with a smirk.

“Can I borrow your belt?” You ask, mind made up.

Billy raises an eyebrow in confusion.

“I’m not wearing one and I’d like to have the tourniquet in place before I shoot.”

“Not givin’ you my belt, sweetheart.”

“Fine.” With that, you turn the gun, aiming towards the lower outside of your thigh, and pull the trigger. Consequences be damned.

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Magnolia Jasmine Part 2

Part 2: His Very Own MJ

Warnings: canon typical stuff, nothing really

Word Count: 1300ish

In the days that followed the wasp men’s attack, the media has gone crazy over the appearance of a new vigilante. Not that you have any intention of returning back to the hero scene, no this had been a one off. No one else knew that, though. They all assumed you’d be back after your heroic debut. Names were being flung around as different outlets scrambled to be the one who coined your official name. Some of them were quite silly like ‘The Wasp Whisperer’ and ‘Mother Earth’. Others you could admit had a nice ring to them. ‘Briar’ was fun, even if it was a bit of an insult in some places. ‘Queen Bee’ was cute. ‘Meadow’ was one of your favorites. You diligently avoid anything comparing you to your mother’s alter ego. The media is clueless to your heritage, but it’s an obvious connection to draw between 2 plant controlling women.

Business booms as children request flowers to be put in their hair, couples are reminded that it’s been a while since they got their S/O a bouquet, and displays are made by businesses to take advantage of the flower hero and their 15 minutes of fame. You exercise caution with your powers over the next week or two, aware of the potential for scrutiny.

You are closing up one evening as the rain is finally starting to let up, when a boyishly handsome man with a mop of brown hair comes jogging up to your door, just as you are about to turn the sign. 

“Sorry, I know you’re ‘bout to close. Do you think I could grab a bouquet real quick before you close? I promised my aunt I would bring her some flowers for dinner tonight, but then I got caught up in the rain and I’m already running super late,” he pleads.

You smile as he rambles, it’s not like you have anything better to do with your evening. A few extra minutes don’t bother you.. “Sure, come on in.” You hold the door open for him and watch him track wet, dirty footprints through the front of the store.

I really need a better door mat, you think to yourself.

“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver. I’m Peter, by the way,” he says as he grabs a small bouquet from the shelf and takes it to the register.

“I’m Maggy,” you offer though it may be obvious with the sign out front. You ring him up, carefully wrapping up the flowers and putting a loose bag over the tops in case it starts raining again.

“Well, Maggy. It was great to meet you. I totally owe you one.” Peter sticks some change in your tip jar and makes his way back to the door, noticing the footprints he tracked in.

“Oh jeez, I am so sorry. Let me clean this up.”

“It’s okay, you’re late to dinner. Go, I don’t mind,” you say honestly.

“If I wasn’t running so late I would stay and clean it. I’m so sorry, my aunt raised me better than this. You sure you don’t mind?”

“I really don’t. Go, enjoy the flowers.” You smile reassuringly as he gives you an apologetic look, dashing out the door and down the street.

You grab the mop and laugh a little. You try not to hope that you’ll see him again. It was a big city, you could go the rest of your lives without your paths ever crossing again. But you know what they say: it might be a big city, but it’s a small world.

*********

A week or so passes before you see Peter again. It’s sometime in the afternoon and you’re doodling little flowers on receipt paper as you wait for another customer. It’s warm today, even in the shop and your red hair is pulled up off your neck with a claw clip. Your legs swing freely as you perch on the stool behind your counter. 

His hair is dry this time, though a bit messy, and in the sunlight, you can see how beautiful his chocolate brown eyes are. You can also see the gnarly shiner he has on his left eye. At the sight of him, you almost fall off your stool.

“Peter, what happened?” You blurt out in concern before you realize it would probably be more polite to ignore it.

“Oh, it’s fine, I just got mugged.” He says this all with a smile on his face, speeding past the whole ‘ and adding, “Anyways, I felt really bad about the other night and I wanted to come and apologize. I also feel like an idiot ‘cause I didn’t make the connection of your name and the shop.”

“It really is okay, Peter. I didn’t have anywhere else to be, I really didn’t mind. And yeah, Magnolia is a mouthful, it’s cool for a flower shop name, but I prefer Maggy or MJ.”

Peter looks at you with a mixture of surprise and awe. “MJ?”

“Yeah, my parents named me Magnolia Jasmine. You can’t even imagine how hard that is to get little kids to say. I went by MJ ‘til college.”

“Do you wanna get some coffee with me? I mean, obviously not now, I can see you’re busy, but some other time?” He’s all giddy energy, rocking back and forth on his heels, looking at you like you’re the moon and the stars. 

“I don’t even know you, Peter…?”

“Parker, Peter Parker. And isn’t that the point of a date, to get to know each other better?” He asks with a grin.

You aren’t necessarily opposed to it, you can’t deny the connection you feel, but you aren’t going to be stupid. Safe dating practices was something your dad has hammered into your brain since you were 13.

“Tell you what, I’ll think about it, and in the meantime,” you scribble your name and number on the receipt paper that is covered in various drawings of flowers, “here’s my number, Peter Parker.”

Peter takes the paper with a grin, glancing at it before pulling out his phone, an older model with an extremely cracked screen, and adding you to his contacts. Your phone vibrates in your back pocket and you check it in time to see a message from a new number that says ‘it’s peter parker :)’. 

“I gotta go to work, but I’ll text you later.” Peter ducks out the door. “Bye, MJ!”

*******

Peter hasn’t been able to get you off his mind since that first night when he tracked dirt through your store. You were absolutely beautiful with your red hair hanging loosely and your bright, hazel eyes. You had been wearing jeans and a gray t-shirt with some floral pun on it and he swore you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, dirt smudge on your cheek and all. He had made a note to visit you again as soon as he could.

Today, he had rushed to your store on his break. You’d been focused on your doodling when you looked up. He completely forgot that he was still healing a black eye, he should’ve waited another day. 

Peter had been completely flabbergasted when you said your name was MJ. Ever since he got back from his multiversal adventure, he’s been keeping an eye out for his very own MJ. It’s not like he had been searching for you actively, there are far too many MJs in the world for that to make sense. But the moment you told him, he just knew that you were the MJ meant to be in his life.

Before meeting his pseudo-brothers, Peter would have struggled to come to terms with any sort of new relationship. The most he was comfortable with was casual flings and friends held at arm’s length. But when he caught Peter 1’s MJ, it was like he could finally forgive himself for what happened with Gwen. He’s been doing better, been lighter, something May had commented on. Peter is ready to at least get to know you. He’ll do better this time around. He will keep the lives of Peter Parker and Spider-Man separate. He’ll make sure you don’t get hurt. He can keep you safe if it comes to it. He’s certain of it.

*******

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Into the Unknown Part 2

Something to tide everyone over while I figure out the *plot*.

Warnings: canon typical violence, Billy Russo

Word Count: 600ish

Billy wasn’t sure why he hadn’t killed you the second you started spouting off about Project Cerberus and Agent Orange. Even if everything you said is true, you’re a loose end. He probably should have and still has half a mind to. But what you had shown him had been convincing, at least enough for his curiosity to be peaked.

You had somehow charmed your way through security with a smile and a few coffees you insisted had been ordered by ‘Mr. Russo’. The new kid was on front desk duty and while he had remembered to check your ID, he hadn’t called Billy to confirm.

Billy had let you into his office because you were a nonthreatening, unassuming young woman who looked at him like you were seeing a ghost or maybe a god. He hadn’t expected you to begin rambling about him and where you were from, how you wanted to save him. He thought you were crazy and you certainly looked it with that gleam in your eye and your hands moving as you spoke. 

You calmed down a bit when he asked you to prove it, likely because of the sobering reality that Billy very well may have killed you for what you knew. Billy would have loved to… question you further, but he had a meeting he needed to get to and leaving you in his office gave him the perfect opportunity to watch you when you thought you were alone. Even if you were aware of the cameras in there, it at least gave him some time to think.

What to do with you?

Maybe you could be a welcome distraction from some of his daily stress. You were certainly cute enough, even if it was in an unusual, almost feral way. You weren’t necessarily his normal type, but you had an energy to you that was intriguing. Maybe he would keep you locked up somewhere, only let out when he had a use for you. 

You knew enough about him that he didn’t need to keep up his mask with you. It might be fun to toy with you for a bit. He might still end up killing you, but the chase was would be so entertaining.

******

You sit in Billy’s office, trying to stay still in your seat. While you aren’t certain if there are cameras in here, you should act as though there are. It’s not like you really wanted to snoop anyway. Not much, at least.

From your coffee receipt, you know it’s the end of October and theoretically things with Frank Castle should start picking up steam in November. You have time to plan. This also means there is more time before there is more real life proof of what you know. Billy might kill you before then. You’re surprised you’ve gotten this far, surprised they even let you up to his office. You really hadn’t thought that would work.

You need time to think. Billy is just as likely to kill you as he is to let you live. If your death benefits or protects him in any way, you are done for. You need to be useful. You need to figure out how you can benefit at least 1 of the 3 things he cares about. His money, his power, and himself.

Your knowledge alone wouldn’t be enough, that was stagnant and if he listened to you and acted differently, you would be in uncharted territory. Your ability to read people was an advantage, but that would only go so far with him. How far are you willing to go to survive? How far are you willing to go to make sure Billy survives?

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Billy's Pet

Part 1

Warnings: kidnapping, running, blood and injury, Billy Russo

Word Count: 400ish

“There’s no use in hidin’, pet. I can smell you,” Billy’s voice seems to echo through the densely wooded forest.

You try to catch your breath, ducking behind a tree for a moment.

“Come on, you didn’t even give me a chance.” His voice is everywhere at once, you have no idea where it’s coming from. No idea which way to run from this monster of a man. Pushing off against the rough bark of the trunk, you begin running again. With nothing on your feet but socks, you feel every rock, twig, and barb as your feet pound against the dirt.

"I'm gonna be honest, I'm taking this kinda personally." The forest is silent except for his voice and your movements.

Your heart is pounding so hard, you think it's about to burst.

“Tell you what, if you stop runnin’ now, I won’t punish you. Much.” His voice is amused, playful, and feels closer every time he speaks.

You look around frantically, searching for the terrifying man who had stolen you from your home.  It’s a mistake, you should have been watching where you stepped. You trip, hands coming out in front to catch you, but you aren’t fast enough. You hit your head with a painful thunk. For what may have been seconds or hours, you are stunned. Forehead throbbing, lungs burning, feet numb with the cold. 

“There you are, pet. Aw, you’re bleedin’, poor thing. This wouldn’t’a happened if you’d just stayed in your room.” His voice seems to reverberate through your mind, bouncing against your skull along with the pain. You force yourself up, preparing to run when a large hand tangles into your hair, holding you in place. You yelp in pain as you struggle against the hold, hair pulling against your scalp.

“Let me go you fucking psycho!” You scream. You claw at his hand in your hair, but it’s useless.

“That’s no way to talk to me, pet. I know you’re upset, but I expect you to at least try to be polite.” Billy angles your head until you have no choice but to meet his gaze, neck stretching uncomfortably. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly.

His lips brush against your ear, sending an involuntary shudder throughout your body. Heat floods your core as he whispers, “Open your eyes, pet. You know you want to.”

You try to resist, muttering no over and over.

“Wouldn’t it feel so nice to open your eyes? Don’t you want to look at me?” Deep, seductive, powerful. So powerful that you couldn’t resist. Your eyes open of their own accord, lids relaxing.

“Very good girl, pet.” Billy’s dark, piercing brown eyes trap your gaze and you are helpless. “Now I want you to go to sleep.”

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Billy's Pet

Part 1

Warnings: kidnapping, running, blood and injury, Billy Russo

Word Count: 400ish

“There’s no use in hidin’, pet. I can smell you,” Billy’s voice seems to echo through the densely wooded forest.

You try to catch your breath, ducking behind a tree for a moment.

“Come on, you didn’t even give me a chance.” His voice is everywhere at once, you have no idea where it’s coming from. No idea which way to run from this monster of a man. Pushing off against the rough bark of the trunk, you begin running again. With nothing on your feet but socks, you feel every rock, twig, and barb as your feet pound against the dirt.

"I'm gonna be honest, I'm taking this kinda personally." The forest is silent except for his voice and your movements.

Your heart is pounding so hard, you think it's about to burst.

“Tell you what, if you stop runnin’ now, I won’t punish you. Much.” His voice is amused, playful, and feels closer every time he speaks.

You look around frantically, searching for the terrifying man who had stolen you from your home.  It’s a mistake, you should have been watching where you stepped. You trip, hands coming out in front to catch you, but you aren’t fast enough. You hit your head with a painful thunk. For what may have been seconds or hours, you are stunned. Forehead throbbing, lungs burning, feet numb with the cold. 

“There you are, pet. Aw, you’re bleedin’, poor thing. This wouldn’t’a happened if you’d just stayed in your room.” His voice seems to reverberate through your mind, bouncing against your skull along with the pain. You force yourself up, preparing to run when a large hand tangles into your hair, holding you in place. You yelp in pain as you struggle against the hold, hair pulling against your scalp.

“Let me go you fucking psycho!” You scream. You claw at his hand in your hair, but it’s useless.

“That’s no way to talk to me, pet. I know you’re upset, but I expect you to at least try to be polite.” Billy angles your head until you have no choice but to meet his gaze, neck stretching uncomfortably. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly.

His lips brush against your ear, sending an involuntary shudder throughout your body. Heat floods your core as he whispers, “Open your eyes, pet. You know you want to.”

You try to resist, muttering no over and over.

“Wouldn’t it feel so nice to open your eyes? Don’t you want to look at me?” Deep, seductive, powerful. So powerful that you couldn’t resist. Your eyes open of their own accord, lids relaxing.

“Very good girl, pet.” Billy’s dark, piercing brown eyes trap your gaze and you are helpless. “Now I want you to go to sleep.”

*******

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Yandere!Billy Russo

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Yandere Billy Russo just happens to be my favorite right now. That man is scary and sexy. Throw in some fluff or hurt/comfort and I'm done for.

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Billy had never believed in love at first sight and, for the record, he still doesn't. He came into the city to pick up some blood and have a little fun when you bumped into him on the street and turned his world upside down. From the moment he saw you, he knew he had to have you, whether you came willingly or not. It doesn't matter that you don't want him- yet, of course. Billy has always been adaptable. He is certain he can become someone you desire. If only he can get you to stop trying to run from him first.

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Billy had never believed in love at first sight and, for the record, he still doesn't. He came into the city to pick up some blood and have a little fun when you bumped into him on the street and turned his world upside down. From the moment he saw you, he knew he had to have you, whether you came willingly or not. It doesn't matter that you don't want him- yet, of course. Billy has always been adaptable. He is certain he can become someone you desire. If only he can get you to stop trying to run from him first.

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Forgotten Potatoes

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, thigh riding, fingering, oral (f recieving), PIV sex, wrap it before you tap it, aftercare

Word Count: 3000ish

Billy was, once again, late to dinner. You know he’s busy, being a CEO is a lot of work and you respect that. You also know he spends plenty of time out picking up women. The least he could do was show up on time for his best friend. The two of you eat dinner at the same time every week, it’s not hard to remember. The sight of him rushing through your door, almost an hour late has you forcing yourself to take deep breaths to keep from snapping.

“I am so sorry, sweetheart. A meetin’ ran late and traffic was hell.”

“It’s fi- is that a hickey?” You were about to let his tardiness go, you really were. But the sight of the faint bruise on the right side of his neck has you fuming.

“Probably from the other night, my date got a bit carried away,” Billy grins, but you aren’t smiling.

“Carried away. Right.” You turn from him, making some excuse about checking the potatoes. He sees right through you.

“You seem upset.”

“No shit, Sherlock. You’re 52 minutes late and have a frickin’ hickey. Were you expecting me to be happy about that?” You’re overreacting, you know you are. You have no right to react this way about Billy’s sex life. This is nothing new. You don’t know why you’re so angry right now.

“I apologized for being late, sweetheart. You’ve never been upset about seeing marks before.” His tone is amused and it’s just ticking you off even further. 

“Usually your ‘dates’ know better than to leave them in obvious places.”

“Are you- are you jealous?” 

“Why would I be jealous?” You scoff.

Billy tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t know, sweetheart. You tell me?”

You gulp and try to maintain your quickly fading anger as it’s replaced with desire. “Don’t tease me, William. Unless you want me to burn your food?”

“I think I’d rather eat something else.” Billy’s staring at you with an intensity that lights a fire low in your stomach.

“I don’t appreciate being mocked.”

“I’m not mockin’ you, sweetheart.”

“I’m not sleeping with you, Russo.”

“Why not?” Billy asks in surprise.

“‘Cause I can’t do the whole casual sex thing with someone I care about and I’m not ruining our friendship just ‘cause you’re horny and I’m the closest available option.”

“Baby, you wanna know the real reason I’ve been late so often lately?” 

You nod.

“I’ve been tryin’ to work up the courage to tell you how I feel, for weeks now. I can’t take my mind off you. I tried to go out with other women and I don’t want them. I only want you.”

You lick your lips and watch as Billy’s eyes follow the motion. “And the hickey?” You ask.

“It didn’t go any further. I was tryin’ to distract myself ‘cause I didn’t think you thought of me that way.”

“And what makes you so sure that I do, now?”

“Friends don’t get that pissed at the sight of a hickey, sweetheart.”

“You want me?” You question, still not believing your ears.

“You and only you, baby. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” Billy murmurs. “Can I?” He looks down at your lips pointedly.

You nod quickly.

“Need you to say it, sweetheart.”

“Yes, kiss me. Please, Billy.” 

As soon as the words are out, his lips are on yours, moving insistently. Your hands clutch the front of his shirt, as if afraid he’ll stop and pull away, but Billy has no intentions of stopping. One hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you in, while the other tangles itself in your hair.

Dinner is forgotten as Billy starts pushing you backwards until your back hits the wall. You move your hands into his hair and he presses against you until your body is flush with his. A firm tug of your hair causes you to part your lips in surprise, something Billy quickly takes advantage of, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He practically steals the breath from your lungs before pressing a series of kisses against your jaw.

His lips trail up and down your neck before he gently scrapes his teeth against your skin and you let out a breathy moan. 

“You like that, baby?” Billy asks, nipping at your ear. You can only groan and nod in response. He takes that as a sign to continue, biting down sharply on your neck before soothing the sting with his tongue. Your left hand is tightly woven into his hair and your right hand is wrapped around his shoulder. Your core is pulsing with need and you rub your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure. Of course Billy immediately notices.

“So needy,” he hums. 

His hands grip your waist and he lifts you upwards. You squeak in surprise, but he ignores it, setting you down onto his thigh as he continues sucking at your throat. You can’t help but begin to grind yourself against him. You let out a sound of pleasure that has you reddening in embarrassment and clamping your lips shut to prevent any more noise from escaping. Billy’s mouth covers yours roughly, teeth tugging at your bottom lip before pressing his tongue inwards in search of yours. His hands slip downwards and grip your hips, dragging you up and down his thigh, creating delicious friction against your clothed pussy. His mouth swallows your cry and you move to tug his shirt over his head. You whine when his hands stop touching you, but they return after he tosses his shirt over his shoulder.

You run your hands across the firm muscle of his chest and abdomen, luxuriating in the skin to skin contact. 

“May I?” Billy asks, pulling back and looking into your eyes as he pulls at your top. You don’t answer, choosing to yank the shirt and pants off yourself, exposing your lace black bralette and thong. Billy groans at the sight.

“Who were you wearing this for?” He growls.

“Wanted to feel pretty.”

“Baby, you're the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. And you’re all mine now. Right?”

You nod jerkily. He slips a hand between your legs, circling your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. Your hips jerk involuntarily and his other hand’s grip on your hip tightens. “Say it.”

“‘M yours, Billy, only yours,” your voice trails off in a whine as he increases the pressure on your clit. You cover your mouth with your hand, but Billy pulls it off.

“I want to hear all of those sweet, little noises, baby.”

Billy undoes his belt and kicks off his pants, left only in his boxers. Then he reaches behind you and expertly unclasps your bra singlehandedly. You help him pull it off your shoulders before he lifts you up against the wall, encouraging your legs to wrap around his waist. This position puts him almost eye level with your breasts, something you barely have time to notice before the wet heat of his mouth encircles one of your nipples.

Your hips jerk when he tugs gently with his teeth and you’re certain he can feel how wet you are against his stomach. Turning his attention to the other breast, he experiments with different pressures using his teeth, lips, and tongue. The whole time his eyes never leave your face as he takes note of each and every reaction.

“Bedroom,” you gasp. Billy doesn’t put you down, just carries you to his room and tosses you backwards onto the bed. You bounce and almost giggle, but your gaze catches on the hardness barely contained by his boxers. You’d always thought Billy was big, but it was an entirely different thing to know. To be honest, you were nervous that it wouldn’t fit. You only really had any recent experience with toys, most of which were of an average size and even those felt like a stretch some days. 

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you nice and opened up for me.” He grins, all teeth, before joining you on the bed and crawling over you. 

He keeps his eyes on yours as he dips his fingers under the fabric and gently brushes your bare clit. Your eyes snap shut at the sensation and he tugs sharply at your hair, making you moan.

“Keep your eyes on me. Do you understand?” Billy orders and you nod, earning another sharp tug of your hair.

“I understand, Billy,” you whine.

“Good girl.” He rewards you by pushing his index finger into your cunt, coating it in your slick before dragging it to your clit and rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub. Billy drops his mouth to your chest and begins nipping at your breasts, the pain an intoxicating contrast to the pleasure of his hand on your clit. 

He alternates directions and speeds, carefully listening to each catch of your breath, before settling on a zig zag pattern that you react the strongest to. Slowly, he adds more pressure and speed until you’re panting underneath him, trying to keep still. Your pussy starts to clench around nothing and as if he can sense your impending orgasm, he speeds up and digs his teeth into your neck, just shy of breaking skin.

Your back arches off the bed as you cum, clit throbbing as Billy continues to pleasure you, never once slowing down or stopping as he pushes you towards overstimulation. Just as it begins to get too much, he eases off, gently stroking you as he kisses your neck. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull his weight onto you as you come down from your high.

“You okay, baby?” Billy asks, amused.

You nod before stopping and saying breathlessly, “I’m okay, Billy. You’re really good at that.”

He chuckles and pulls himself off of you, lifting himself onto his knees until he’s no longer touching you. “I got some other things I can show you that I’m really good at. Unless you want to stop for tonight?” He’s earnest in his offer, wanting to make sure you’re still comfortable.

“I think you might just be all talk, Russo. Maybe you should prove it,” you challenge with a wry smile.

“I obviously haven’t done a good enough job if you can still sass me.” He shakes his head and muses,”I wonder how many orgasms it’ll take to fuck that out of you?”

You try to suppress a shiver at his words, but you’re sure he sees it. You prop yourself up on your elbows and say, “Big talk for a man who’s currently not touching me.”

He growls and wraps his arms under your thighs, tugging you towards him before he grasps the soaked fabric of your thong and rips it off. You’re not sure what he intends to do when he suddenly bites your upper thigh and you cry out.

He licks at the redness of the imprint before moving to the other thigh and biting again, just as harshly. Your hips jerk upward and you wish he would touch you properly and stop teasing.

“I won’t make you beg today, sweetheart,” he says as if reading your mind. 

Then he moves his mouth to your lower lips and licks a long, broad strip from your hole to your clit. Your head falls back and he gives you a gentle slap to the outside of your thigh. “Eyes on me or I’ll stop,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” you say without thinking. His eyes widen, but he thankfully doesn’t comment on it before he puts his mouth back on you.

“You taste better than I imagined, baby,” he says after coming up for a moment.

Billy takes his time teasing you with his tongue as his strong arms prevent you from wiggling. He drags his tongue up and down your sex, occasionally stopping to swirl it around your clit, but never focusing long enough for you to cum. He begins fucking you with the wet muscle and your eyes shut for a moment. A sharp smack to your thigh has you opening them quickly and Billy hums in approval, the vibrations against your cunt making you groan.

“Billy,” you whimper when he thrusts his tongue back into you. You think that flips a switch as he moves to your clit, wraps his lips around it and sucks.

“Fuck!” You shout and you swear the dark brown of his eyes have turned fully black with how dilated his pupils are. 

He releases your nub and starts flicking it with his tongue. Firm flicks up and down, and then soft circular motions, before sucking your clit back into his mouth.

“Feels good, Billy, so good.” He doubles his efforts.

You feel your core tightening, you’re so close. He tugs your clit gently with his teeth and you cum, stars filling your vision. The sensation is like lightning over your skin. As you cum, Billy slips a finger into you, softly stroking upward as he enjoys the feeling of you clenching around him, imagining what it will feel like around his cock. You squirm against him, trying to escape the intense stimulation, but he doesn’t let you move an inch, sucking harshly against your clit. You whine and buck your hips into his mouth. Your hands shoot to his hair and your tugging gets him to finally ease up.

He allows you to come down, continuing to gently stroke your insides. He removes his finger and licks some of the slick still dripping from your cunt, carefully avoiding your clit to avoid overstimulating you. Your breath comes in quick pants and all you can think about is Billy touching you.

“More?” He asks and you nod eagerly. Billy slips his index finger back into your pussy, quickly adding a second. You hum at the stretch. His fingers are so much longer and thicker than yours, reaching spots you are never able to as he crooks them inside you. Your hips move of their own accord, trying to grind down against his hand.

“Patience, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need soon enough.” Billy spends a few more moments leisurely stroking your g-spot before he adds a 3rd finger. You are so wet, it slides in almost effortlessly as you stretch around him. His thumb rubs against your clit and you’re moments away from finishing again.

“Please, Billy. I want you,” you beg. Before you can orgasm for the 3rd time tonight, he withdraws his fingers, leaning up over you and offering one to your mouth. You accept it eagerly and suck, swirling your tongue around the digit as you stare up at him with low lidded eyes.

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, baby.” Billy pulls his finger from your lips and licks the rest of them clean himself. “Condom?”

“Nightstand,” you answer, sitting up. Billy opens the drawer and pulls out one of the tiny packages, tearing it open and handing it to you. He kicks off his boxers and you are speechless for a moment, distracted by the sight of his cock. Billy smirks at you and you snap out of it, grasping his length in your hand and firmly stroking up and down, rubbing your thumb over his leaking tip. 

“Fuck,” he gasps and you grin, rolling the condom over him. Once it’s in place, he pushes you flat onto the bed and hives over you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, are you?” You ask.

“Never been more sure of anythin’ in my life, sweetheart.” Billy lines himself up with your dripping core and slowly sinks inch after inch into you. You’ve never felt this full in your life, never felt this good. 

Once fully seated, he gives you a moment to adjust before pulling almost completely out and pushing back in. You rock against him, encouraging him to continue moving.

He fucks you in a way that’s almost tender, if it weren’t for the way he continued to nip and suck at your neck. From this angle, the hickey from whatever woman he had been with last is right in your face, mocking you. You lean your head closer and bite more roughly than you had intended, but Billy likes it if the lusty moan escaping his lips is any indicator. His hips snap faster against you as you suck hard and wet on his neck, determined to cover the mark with a much larger one of your own.

“Such a good girl for me. Taking me so well. You look so pretty stretched out on my cock.”

“Fuck, Billy,” you whine as your fingers dig into his back. You’re so close you can barely think.

Billy’s hand sneaks between your bodies and begins rubbing fast circles against your clit as his thrusts pick up speed. The knot in your stomach tightens. Your core clenches and your thighs begin to shake.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Billy  murmurs by your ear, gently tugging on the lobe with his teeth.

“Mmhmm.” You aren’t really capable of full sentences right now. All you can think about is his skin against yours. The lewd, wet sounds filling the room. The thrust of his cock against your g-spot makes you see stars.

“Be a good girl and cum.”

That’s all it takes to set off the deep waves of pleasure that lick up your spine as your pussy clenches around Billy’s cock, triggering his own orgasm. You can feel him pulsing inside you, the movement of his hips stuttering and slowing. The hand at your clit slows to a stop and the two of you pant against each other. 

You feel weightless, breathless, and you doubt you could move if you wanted to. A small noise of protest leaves your lips as Billy pulls out, but he shushes you softly, disappearing into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He comes back with a damp washcloth and cleans you up, tossing it in the hamper and crawling into bed next to you.

You roll onto your side and wrap yourself around him. With one hand, Billy traces his fingers up and down your spine as the other strokes your hair.

“Stay the night?” You ask quietly.

“I’ll stay until you kick me out, baby.”

“Forever, then?”

“I can work with that,” Billy says with a grin.

You hum happily before lurching upright at the smell of smoke. 

“The potatoes!”

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