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sanjisluvbot · 10 months

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Miguel O’Hara X Black Fem Reader 🕷️

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You were finishing a piece of your portfolio tonight, a full page of multicolored Lillies. You hummed along to the tunes played in the background and it was as if you were in a trance. Only to be interrupted by screams of pure terror right outside your window. This was now second nature to you, with the blink of an eye you spring to action slipping on your mask and becoming New Yorks one and only friendly neighborhood spider woman. Right outside your bedroom window a woman was being held at gun point, the assailant was a notorious thief you’ve been searching for, for months on end. You spring to action taking the woman to safety before the situation turned even more sour because of course they had powers.

You’d been battling for a while now trying to keep damage to a minimal has caused you to become injured. You were slowing down. Your abilities gave you more strength and a higher pain tolerance but the way you were just slammed into the concrete made you feel like your brain was bouncing rapidly through your skull. Just as you were coming to your senses blue and red flashed from the corner of your eye and the thief was ripped off of you. You sat up shaken and confused, eyes blurred, you felt like you were hallucinating. Two blobs going back and forth until the blue and red one pinned the thief to the ground knocking him out, finishing your job for you. Your vision was clearer and the blob was now a man who stood tall stalking you. You couldn’t bring yourself to make a sound as the full pain of your injuries settled deep into your bones.

“ You don’t have to speak, you most likely have a concussion and multiple other injuries.” The masked man spoke up.

His voice was relaxing- comforting even. That’s what you wanted to believe at least, you were going to trust this unknown man because you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer, the pain was unbearable.

You woke up in an all white room. The pain was dull but every move you made reminded you of the events from the night before. You scanned the room but it was completely empty and you felt your little tingle tingle going off rapidly. The cool air on your neck making you do that full body jerk alerted your that you were unmasked, and the rest of your suit was nowhere to be found. You ignored the pain shooting through your head as you flung yourself onto the ceiling crawling like the insect you were.

You quickly made your way towards the door getting ready to snatch whoever walked into your web. The door slide open and the blue suited man walked in unmasked. Without though you attacked your webs to the neck off his head, his shoulders, and his legs. Before you could completely attach your webs to each of his limbs he grabbed the one on his neck and yanked you off the ceiling. With a screech you collided into the man’s chest, you were now able to fully observe his face.

This was a very exhausted, worn out, and angry man. You could tell within your first glance he wasn’t someone easily dealt with, there was a real edge of danger dancing in his scarlet eyes. Your tingle was going off again, you tried leaping out of his arms but you were secured within thick muscle.

“ You’re scared… I understand but, let me just explain.”

“ Release me first.” You commanded.

“ I can’t do that.”

Sharp talons now scraped your stomach and your legs, you continued to struggle as his claws scratched you up and he sighed finally releasing you. You scrambled ten feet away from him and glared waiting for him to finally tell you who he is and why you’re here.

“ My name is Miguel O’Hara. I lead an elite strike force dedicated to protecting the multiverse.”

“ Okay… what does that have to do with me-”

“ I’m not done.”

“ sor-”

“ I came to your universe looking to recruit you as I am recruiting all spiders to stop anomaly’s.” He continued.

“ Anomalies…?”

He continued explaining and slowly your guard dropped allowing him to slowly creep towards you. You were relieved to know you were somewhere safe but unfortunately for this man you couldn’t join his team, you had your own world to worry about.

“ Listen uhhh…”

“ Miguel ”

“ Right! Miguel listen, I would love to help you however, I’ve got a lot going on in my own universe and I can’t afford to spend time defending others.”

He sighed and turned around giving you a joyless laugh. You took a step back and scanned the room noticing your suit on a chair near the hospital bed. He turned around and his demeanor took a 180, his eyes were hardened and their wasn’t a trace of a smile as he spoke. “ I can’t allow you to leave right now.”

“ You don’t have the right to allow me to do anything. I’m going home with or without your help.” You barked.

“ right.”

In a second you were restrained into a red cube, you spewed curses and screamed at him to release you but he just stood there. He cracked a smile for a split second when he noticed you were getting tired, most likely due to the amount of energy you put into punching and kicking and of course the injuries.

Months went by and you’ve gotten used to your new routine begrudgingly. Miguel only let you go on missions with a woman named Jessica, she was kind but you knew not to trust someone close to Miguel. When you weren’t on a mission Miguel stuck to you like glue and you were never out of his sight unless you went to the bathroom. He knew you hated him, even though you never gave him the grace of meeting you like of sight again. Rage simply radiated off you and every other spider could sense the tension between the two of you was watching a ticking bomb.

This week was exceptionally exhausting and all you wanted was to curl into your mothers arms. Your birthday was nearing and she was planning something special, something you’d most likely missed. You were seated on top of his floating station, barley listening to whatever he was complaining about to his assistant Lyla. You rolled your eyes when he threw something towards you and that’s when you finally jumped to the ground.

“ Where do you think you’re going.” He growled. You turned back at him sighing, “ I’m getting away from you wreaking havoc before you ‘ accidentally ’ knock me out.”

“ Get back up here we have work to do, and you’re being dramatic.”

“ Fuck you”

“ Here we go..”

You were only half listening when he told you about a new hole that breached through the multiverse. None of this was important to you, you could care less about the entire universe imploding at this point.

“ Y/N are you listening.”

You nodded thoughtlessly until he grabbed you pulling you up to face him. You quickly turned your head but he grabbed it facing you towards him. You closed your eyes hard, if you looked at him you didn’t know what you would do. With your chin in hand he pulled you even closer— close enough to spit in his face which you happily did.

“ Pendeja ! ”

“ You’re mother”

My opened your eyes and laughed as he wiped away the spit that clearly landed in his eye. You were tingling again and you shot your web to the ceiling, as he lunged for you. His claws were out and you swung to the door laughing hysterically, that anger he had for you write now would never amount to the hatred you had stored in your heart for him. He chased you like a crazed beast and for the first time in months you felt alive.

Every time he thought he was going to catch you, you swiftly moved and watch him crash into an object or a wall. The spiders throughout the spider society watched in shock, you were making a fool out of their ‘ Boss ’. Tears were leaking out of your eyes as the man was now on all fours with razor sharp teeth sticking out of his mouth, just as you were swinging somewhere else you collided into a steel beam knocking you to the ground. Miguel finally caught up too you, looming over your now pathetic figure on the ground. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like you were a small sack of potatoes.

You wriggled against him and tried to pull away by attaching a web to the hall but he just kept going, as if you didn’t do a thing at all struggling against him was no use. You tried punching him but his suit didn’t allow it, so you finally decided to bite his back. He jerked and the hand holding you came between your thigh to give you a warning squeeze. You yelped at the sensation and finally went limp so he wouldn’t do it again. When you arrived back at his station he threw you into a chair he picked up along the way. You were going to make an escape but he quickly clasped both of your hands immobilizing you.

“ You think you’re Fuckin funny? Hm?”

You shrugged your shoulders trying to keep in a laugh. He pulled you closer, you could now feel his breath on your cheek. You turned away only to be pulled once again by your chin. “ Look at me.” He demanded moving his hand to squeeze your cheeks.

“ No. You’ve taken enough from me, the very least I could do is control my own eyes.”

“ That’s funny. Look. At. Me.”

Your eyes were squeezed shut but you slowly opened one peaking at him. Those red irises, fangs that were just waiting to tear you open, he did honestly remind you of a real spider.

“ Open both of them fully. Now.”

You opened them both and all the laughing drained from you. You were both angry, starting at each other, waiting, hoping, someone would make some type of move. He released your cheeks and moved to grab your neck. The hold wasn’t tight, but you felt the threat of his talons on the back of your neck making the little hairs stand up one by one.

You were excited.

That excitement made you internally angry, this excitement was deep your womb and it was slowly but surely making it’s way to every part of your body. You were observing his face now, he was chiseled all the way down to his toes. You’d never admit how attractive he was, even though your body knew how you truly felt when he was this close.

“ You know, I’m sure I’ve explained my powers to you pretty well the first time we met. But what seems to have escaped your mind is my heightened sense of smell.”

“ Why should I care exactly?”

His eyes darkened and he leaned to your ear, his lips touching your ear lobe. “ I smell how wet you get whenever I man handle you. Whenever we’re arguing you always have this sickly saccharine scent and I’ve been around enough women to know it’s arousal.”

“ I’m so very sorry you’ve convinced yourself that you arouse me.” You replied.

He squeezed your throat almost to the point where you gasped for air, waiting until you opened your mouth to stick his thumb between your lips. You were so shocked by the behavior he was exhibiting, it was as if this were a completely different Miguel standing in front of you. He talons were retreated so he stuck it further in your mouth reaching the back of your throat.

Your heart raced, without taking his thumb out he stood tall looking down at you with a belittling gaze. He released your hands a while ago, the shock of what’s happened keeping you locked in place as he tried pushing further into your mouth.

“ You’re so pretty like this.. beneath me, with me in your mouth.” He mumbled dragging his thumb out of your mouth to tug at your bottom lip. “ You gonna let me touch you princess?”

You stare dumbfounded. You crossed your legs tightly and turned away the heat creeping onto your cheeks.

“ I like seeing you blush.”

“ you can’t see nothing I’m brown.”

“ You think that’s anything? You have tells.”

You flipped him off and he grabbed your hand lacing your fingers together.

“ R-release me !”

And iron clad grip is what he had and he yanked you making you collide into his chest. His hand fell from yours to lace itself to your waist securing you so you wouldn’t collapse from your knees being so week. His right hand went further down to grip not other your bum but a bit of your pussy as well. You bit your lip to hold in a whine gripping onto his shoulder.

“ Answer the question.” He hummed reaching further into your legs massaging your lips through your suit.

Before you knew it you were laid out completely bare tugging at his hair staring into his eyes as his tongue slips into your hole. His nose rubbing your clit and you clench around the smooth wet muscle that’s licking your walls. You hoped and prayed no one was around, you couldn’t contain the wanton moans that ripped from your throat.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Lmk if you’d want a pt 2 🫶🏽

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madneedshelp · 11 months

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Thrill of the Chase Part 2 - Billy Hargrove x FReader

Part One

Summary: Billy managed to score a date with you, and even won you over. However, getting the girl doesn’t always mean smooth sailing.

Includes: adult language, allusions to sex, angst, bullying

Yeah, you went out with Billy. A few times even. He might’ve been a pain in your ass, but then he became your boyfriend and a pain in your ass. Despite your best efforts, you’d fallen victim to his charms.

The newness of it all hadn’t worn off. Not for you, not for the rest of Hawkins High. Though it had been a few weeks of dating, he’d only asked you to be his girlfriend on Saturday. Now it was Monday. News traveled fast in small towns, so you had no doubt most everyone already knew.

Billy picked you up for school this morning, as per usual. Cheesy as it was, he’d given you his denim jacket that weekend and insisted you wear it to school Monday, and the look on his face as he saw you in it was priceless. He was smitten.

“Good morning, Hargrove.” You grinned as you climbed into the passenger seat and pecked him on the cheek. You spun in your seat and gave an equally friendly grin to the girl in the back. “Morning, Max.”

“Hey,” She smiled back.

Though you’d only met them once, Billy’s family already seemed to like you. Well, Max and her mom did for sure. His dad was a bit colder, acting friendly but in a way that seemed slightly forced.

Max had a good feeling about you. She’d noticed some subtle changes in the past weeks. Billy snapped at her a little less. He drove a little more carefully (not much, but a bit). She wasn’t sure what caused it all, but then Billy had you over for dinner on Saturday and introduced you as his girlfriend, and by the end of the evening she could tell that you were the catalyst of these improvements.

“Pick a tape, sweetheart.” Billy nodded toward the radio before pulling out of your driveway.

You put a hand to your chest in exaggerated surprise. “Me? In charge of the music? What an honor.” You chuckled as he huffed in annoyance and went about making your selection.

A proud grin spread across his face as you pulled out Motley Crue’s Shout at the Devil and slid it in the radio. “A wise choice.”

“You really should have more faith in me. I have impeccable taste.” You grinned smugly.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re God’s gift to the world or whatever.” Billy rolled his eyes. His put-out attitude was all an act though, which was evident in the quiet chuckles that slipped out.

“Um, why is everyone staring at us?” Max asked, looking more to you than Billy.

Your attention was brought back to the moment as you pulled in the school parking lot. Max was right, a cluster of girls were already watching the Camaro pull into the parking lot. Some of Billy’s friends were lurking nearby too. Jesus, did no one have their own life?

“Shitheads probably don’t have anything better to do,” Billy spat, practically reciting your thoughts.

Eyes were on you the moment you stepped out of the car. The group of girls had their gazes roving over you with absolute disgust. When their eyes caught on the jacket, you got the sense of what was the problem here.

Sure, some girls had been a little nasty since you and Billy had started dating, but the jacket showed that you were official. That was their problem. It shouldn’t have been because that was crazy and entitled, and you knew that, but it didn’t stop you from feeling a little nervous.

Billy, however, didn’t seem all too bothered. He had his usual confident swagger as he walked around the car to meet you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“You okay?” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Mhm, I’m good.” You gave him a grin. “I have to go find Beth, but I’ll see you at lunch?”

He looked a little confused by your tense appearance, but nodded anyway and let his arm slip from your waist. You felt a little guilty. It wasn’t his fault that the people were being weird, and normally the PDA didn’t bother you, but now you felt so watched.

Beth was always a good listener, she’d hear you out and likely calm you down. Finding her was your best bet. Luckily, she was very predictable in where she liked to linger before class.

“Beth, I need to talk to you!” You gave her a tight smile as you approached her car.

She surveyed the crowd of gawkers, which had shrunk considerably, but was still a decent size. “I’m guessing it has something to do with that?”

“Yup!” You grabbed her arm and headed for the girl’s bathroom.

After a quick survey, the two of you concluded you were by yourselves. It might not have been Fort Knox level security, but it would have to do.

“Beth, I’m freaking out a little bit.” You sighed leaning against the wall in the far corner.

Your best friend let out a sigh and came over to join you in the back of the restroom. “I can tell. I’m really sorry that people are being weirdos about it.”

“I just don’t get what the big deal is! I’ve been going out with Billy for weeks now! Is it really that much of a surprise that he slapped a label on it? And even if it is, why do half these people have to look at me like it’s a criminal offense for me to date him?” You rambled, hoping it would release some tension as the words left your mouth.

Beth was quiet for a moment as she thought about what to say. “I can’t tell you why teenage girls are as mean and nasty as they like to be, but I think it’s probably jealousy. Which is really shitty, to be quite honest, but sometimes girls are mean. I really do hate that it all is directed at you right now.”

Since you were teetering on the brink of a panic, the universe decided to go ahead and tip you over the edge. A group of girls entered the bathroom, already in conversation about the hot topic of the hour: you.

“Can you believe she came in wearing his jacket like she owns him? God, she must be mind blowing in bed if he wanted to keep her around. I mean, I’ve definitely never had any complaints, and he obviously kicked me to the curb.” One of the girls chuckled. She sounded like Sherry from your art class, but you were more focused on how her words made your stomach turn.

As the posse rounded the corner of the stalls, they got a clear view of you and Beth leaning against the back wall. That sent them into another fit of giggles.

“Oh my God! Y/N, we were just talking about you!” Cassandra, who used to be your lab partner last year, snickered.

The third girl, Margaret, gave you a sly look. “Hey, would you do us a huge solid and let us in on your secret? What little tricks do you pull in the sack that Billy likes so much? You better go ahead and tell us so we can make sure his next girl knows what to do after he dumps you.”

The barrage came so quick, so sudden, that you didn’t even have the words to defend yourself. You were just…stunned.

Beth was not. A fire lit in her eyes that would’ve made you so grateful if you could truly process what was happening right now.

“Listen, you dirty fucking skanks, I work on the school paper and unless you want it to slip that you three have the nastiest bout of chlamydia, I suggest you get the fuck out of here immediately.” Beth seethed.

That earned her some scoffs and eye rolls, but the girls left anyway. You were unable to join her victory. Even if it was cowardly, you decided in that moment that you couldn’t do today if this was how it was going to be.

You yanked Billy’s jacket off and stuffed it down in your backpack. You shook your head as Beth opened her mouth to say something.

“Will you please drive me home?” You asked numbly.

She nodded and didn’t say another word as the two of you snuck out the side door. Thankfully, class had started so the parking lot was now empty.

You were the first one to break the silence as Beth drove towards your house,

“I never wanted to date him, you know. Never planned on it.” You murmured. “But I did it anyway, and now everyone hates me. And I hate me a little bit. I guess it would’ve been easier if I said no the last time. The worst part is now I really fucking like him, so I don’t know what to do.”

You never expected things to be this bad. Sure, Billy had been high on the popularity spectrum since he moved here. He was a hot guy from California that drove a cool car and radiated charm.

It wasn’t like you were bottom of the food chain, though. You probably fell somewhere around the upper-middle popularity spectrum. The problem was likely that you were just high enough to have been on Billy’s radar, but just low enough that the “top tier” kids wouldn’t accept you.

As hard as Beth tried to persuade you to let her stay and keep you company, you insisted she go back to school. It was bad enough that you made her miss first period for your meltdown, you didn’t want to ruin her attendance any further. Besides, with your parents at work until late tonight, you were kind of glad to be alone for a while.

A while turned out to be way shorter than you had hoped. The sounds of an engine filled your driveway around noon and you had a guess of who had shown up.

“Y/N! You in there?” Billy called as he rang the doorbell.

You cursed yourself for not having Beth tell him you were busy with something during lunch. You should’ve come up with an excuse or faked an illness…or not.

No, he was your boyfriend, you should fucking talk to him. God, people had really gotten in your head today.

You padded through the kitchen and headed for the front door. As soon as the lock slid open and you cracked the door, Billy was in the house, hands on your shoulders, looking you over.

“What the hell happened, baby? Are you okay? You didn’t come find me at lunch and then I asked around and everyone said you left this morning.” His words were full of more concern than you would’ve expected. Irritation or annoyance you might’ve predicted, but not this worried.

“I’m okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ditch you for lunch,” You said, but you couldn’t quite meet his eyes. “You should probably get back to school.”

He shook his head and let out a huff. “No, no, don’t fucking do that.”

“What?”

“Feed me a line of bullshit. Something happened and I’m not leaving until you tell me what.” Billy folded his arms defiantly.

He absolutely meant it, that you knew for a fact. He was persistent, that much you had figured out early on.

With a sigh, you stepped around him and gently closed the front door. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

He let out a bitter bark of a laugh. “You’re my girl, and if it hurt you, you bet your ass it’s something I need to worry about.”

“Billy… just go.” You mumbled.

He didn’t say anything immediately, but he also made no move to leave. You weren’t sure what thoughts were going through his head, but you watched his demeanor shift slightly.

“Where’s the jacket?” He asked, voice tinged with a cold edge.

“What?”

“Where’s my jacket?”

“I took it off.”

“Why?” The coldness was definitely present in his voice now.

You looked down at your feet, but you didn’t say anything.

“Why?” He asked again, firmer this time.

“Because! People were gawking at me like I was the most repulsive animal in the damn zoo! Oh, and some girls felt the need to corner me in the bathroom and give me shit just because I’m dating you! So I’m sorry that I didn’t come eat lunch with you, I just had to get the fuck out of there for a second!” You shouted, unleashing all the pent up rage from the past few hours.

Billy threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. “Who the fuck cares what those assholes think! They’re all a bunch of shitheads!”

“It’s not that I care what they think, Billy, it’s the fact that they’re treating me like shit because you’re my boyfriend!”

As soon as the words flew out, you knew that you shouldn’t have said them. You didn’t mean it like that. It wasn’t Billy you were mad at, so there shouldn’t have even been a fight in the first place. You did say that, though, and no amounts of regrets could erase Billy’s temper.

“Well let me solve that fucking problem for you!” He spotted your half unzipped backpack on the ground and grabbed his jacket before storming outside to leave.

No no no, this wasn’t what you wanted to happen. The car started and your feet took off, carrying you outside.

“Billy! Wait, please! That’s not what I meant!” You grabbed the car door desperately, looking into his eyes pleadingly. “It’s not your fault, and I’m sorry I made it sound like it was. Please don’t leave. Just come back inside and let me explain. Please.”

Billy sat there for a minute in the seat of the car. A stray tear betrayed you and slid down your cheek, which you wiped away hastily . Normally, he hated when girls started crying and complicating things, but all he felt from the sight of your tears was guilt. He didn’t want to be the one to make you cry. He didn’t want anyone to ever make you cry.

He shut off the car and headed back inside. A wave of relief flooded through you as you followed him back inside to the living room.

You took a seat on the sofa and tried to rephrase your feelings a bit better this time. “I’m sorry I said that. I didn’t mean for it to sound like I blame you for this. I don’t. I know you don’t control those people, and their actions are completely unjustified. Yeah, what they said hurt. A lot. But, deep down, I know it doesn’t really mean anything. I shouldn’t have yelled at you about that.”

Billy waited a second before sitting down beside you. “I shouldn’t have yelled either. Or tried to leave. Or made you cry. God, I’m just so fucking sorry for all of it. I wish you would've told me people were giving you shit this morning. I would’ve handled it.”

You gave him a small, sad smile. “This isn’t something you handle. You can’t control everything they do or say. This is one of those things that you have to learn to not let bother you, and eventually they’ll get tired of it anyway.”

“Still. I want to do something. I don’t want you to suffer because of me.” Billy scowled.

“Again, not your fault. Besides, I wouldn’t have stopped you outside if I didn’t think you were worth it.” Something flickered in his eyes at your last statement and you leaned over to press a kiss to his lips. “There is something you could do for me now, though.”

“And what would that be, sweetheart?”

“Hold me.”

Before you knew it, Billy had you in his arms on the couch and you finally felt good about life. The boy definitely wasn’t the problem. It was everyone else that caused problems. They would just have to get over that.

“There is one more thing.” You murmured, head against his chest.

He looked down at you with a smirk. “And what would that be?”

You returned his smirk full force. “I’m going to need that jacket back for tomorrow.”

He said that could be arranged, and sure enough, you wore it to school when you showed up together the next day. As a bonus, you made sure everyone could see it when you pulled him in for one last kiss before you headed in the building.

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discount-shades · 9 months

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Dead or Alive Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Stagecoach

A/N: Again gold stars to those who get all the western references.

Pairing: Jake Seresin/Reader

Warning: Western themed violence.

Word Count: 3500 ish

Summary: Some old fashioned robbery.

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“Here, try these on.” Natasha hands you a pair of blue jeans before flopping onto your bed to watch you pull them on. Never having worn pants before, it feels strange to have fabric clinging to your skin. “Hmm,” Natasha muses, “They will have to work.”

Nodding, you grab the men’s shirt she hands you, buttoning it over your corset and tuck it in. The borrowed clothing will have to do until you have enough money to buy your own. She hands you a beat up felt hat. With your hair tucked into it you could almost pass for a boy. Almost.

You had asked Natasha to help you pick out what to wear for the robbery. Jake hadn’t shared what the plan was so she had just set you up with an outfit similar to hers. “Bob has an old duster coat that you can wear.” She cocks her head to the side with a mischievous grin. “It will hide the curves.” She makes an hourglass figure with her hands and heat floods your face.

Straightening the cuffs you look at yourself in the warped mirror above the vanity. It’s hard to recognize yourself. Taking a deep breath you smooth down the front of the shirt. “Thank you, Natasha.” Turning to her, you smile. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.

She smiles and stands to hug you. The woman’s story had closely resembled your own, except she had burned down the brothel she had worked in before running off with Bob. The two of them were inseparable, and made an amazing team. “I’m just paying it forward like you will someday. Plus it’s nice to have another woman on jobs.”

The door opens with a loud crash and causes you to jump back from each other. “Sugar you are going to—“ Jake’s words trail off as he looks at you. His eyes are so intense you can feel them rake over your body and linger on your legs. A wave of self consciousness overwhelms you.

“We’ve been over this Jacob, knock on the door.” You cross your arms and glare at the man who has been struck dumb at the sight of you. “Do you need me to teach you? I’m sure I can explain the concept with simple words.”

Jake gives himself a little shake before responding. “If you didn’t want me in your room you would lock the door, Sugar.” Your frown just deepens. “Also take those clothes off, you are going to wear this.”

He tosses a simple yellow cotton dress at you. “You’re giving me a dress? How is a dress any good for robbing people?”

“Lending, I am lending you a dress. You are going to be the bait to get them to stop.”

Wrinkling your nose, you look at the dress. “Why do you have a dress? And why can’t I just wear my blue dress?”

“Because of this.” Jake ignores your first question and pulls out a piece of paper he had folded in his pocket and hands it to you. Unfolding it you see that it is a wanted poster with your name and face on it. The likeness is not good, but the description of your blue dress is spot on. “No stagecoach driver will stop for any woman in a blue dress with this going around.”

“They want me alive?” Your eyes scan the text. “They are just going to hang me when they catch me, what do they want me alive for?”

“You’re not that important.” Jake says with a casual shrug. “The only reason you get a poster is probably because you escaped with us.”

“It looks bad if they put a ‘Dead or Alive’ bounty on someone who just stole a horse and is only worth $100.” Natasha explains. “Come on, let's hang it up.” Natasha grabs the paper out of your hands and heads out the door. When you go to follow Jake stops you.

“You can’t wear that out of here.” you glance down at your clothes, your outfit is almost identical to Natasha’s.

“Why not?” You frown at him in confusion.

“It’s indecent.” Jake's eyes are wandering the room, like he is trying to look everywhere but at you. It’s a change from the look he gave you when he walked in.

“A lot more indecent things happen behind closed doors in this place,” you remind him.

“Yeah but…” He trails off motioning at your legs. Rolling your eyes you brush past him. He could tell you what to wear on the job, but not when you were hanging around The Hard Deck.

He groans before you hear his steps following you into the back room you had entered that first night. In the daylight you can see that the back wall is covered in Wanted posters of the members of the gang as well as newspaper clipping of what you assume are reports of the jobs they have pulled.

Natasha is tacking your poster off to the side under one of Jake’s from a few states over. “$5000 Dead or Alive,” you turn to Jake as he walks up behind you, “I guess that makes you important.” Your eyes travel over the murders listed under Jake’s name and the robberies he is listed as having committed.

“Or something.” He watches your eyes linger on his listed crimes. “I’ve never killed an innocent person, everyone I’ve shot dead was trying to kill me first.” His tone suddenly shifts as he points at poster of Bradley. “I’m worth more than Rooster at least.” Natasha groans at his answer and you feel like you have stumbled upon a long standing argument.

“Not for long!” Bradley bounds into the room brandishing his own poster. He slaps the paper into Jake’s chest with a grin. “Read it and weep, Hangman,” he taunts. You sidle up to Jake and read the poster. ‘Bradley Bradshaw Wanted Dead or Alive $5500’

“They got your nose wrong,” Jake holds up the poster to compare the picture to Bradley’s face. “At least I’m better looking on my poster.” A grin splits your face but you don’t say anything, not wanting to encourage Jake. You would never admit it but he was even better looking in real life. Too bad the man was insufferable.

“You’re just jealous I’m winning.” He snatches the poster out of Jake’s hands and hangs it up on the wall.

“I think Mav is winning,” Phoenix points to the poster with the older man on it, and you let out a low whistle. The man had a $15,000 bounty on his head. It was impressive that he was still alive and free.

“We all can’t be Maverick,” Bradley says with an eye roll, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “Drinks tonight to celebrate our newfound notoriety.”

“She can’t.” Jake peels Bradley's arm off your shoulder and turns to you and Phoenix, “Be ready to go at dawn tomorrow.” His eyes meet yours. “Wear the dress.”

“Yes, Sir.” You mockingly salute him as he stomps out of the room.

– – –

“What’s her name?” You stroke the nose of the pretty sorrel mare that you were going to be riding.

Jake frowns at you, “The Sorrel Mare Bob Stole From The Card Cheat.” You snort in laughter.

“I’m going to call you, Daisy.” You smile at the mare, smoothing her forelock and dropping a kiss on her nose.

“Are you sure you can ride?” Jake asks with a worried frown, he had been reluctant to agree to let you ride your own horse. “We can double on Jet.”

“Is that worry I detect in your voice, Jake?” At your teasing his concerned expression shifts to a scowl.

“I’m not worried,” he denies, “I just don’t want you falling off and slowing us down.”

“I grew up riding horses.” You explain, “I’ll be fine.” He looks like he is going to say something else but decides against it and gives a jerky nod.

“Mount up, let's go.” He commands. You fit your boot into the stirrup and swing your leg over Daisy. At Phoenix’s suggestion you wore the blue jeans under the cotton dress to protect your legs from the saddle.

“Your stirrups are too long.” Jake's voice is gruff but his hands are surprisingly gentle as he adjusts the length and eases your boot back into the stirrup. “Good?” he asks. At your nod he trails his hand down your calf before going around to fix the other side. At his touch your heart thuds faster in your chest, and you take slow even breaths to hide what his touch is doing to your nerves.

The man was infuriating. One minute he was rude and demanding, the next he was treating you like you were some fragile, innocent thing and it was making your head spin. If he was consistent you would be able to tell where you stand with him but with his constantly changing moods all you know is that he is usually irritated with you.

It is over a two day ride to the place where you will be springing the trap for the stage. When you make camp the first night Jake grabs the bedroll tied to the back of Daisy’s saddle and throws it into his tent without looking at you. Natasha tries to hide her smile when you glance at her in confusion.

The food is better than your last ride, the jerky joined with fruit and fresh bread, but the group goes to bed early. In the tent you strip down to your underthings and get in your bedroll next to Jake. “You knew I was going to be here and you packed me a bedroll.” You can't help the little grin on your face as you throw Jake’s words back at him.

“You hog the covers.”

“Yeah, Ok,” you respond. He just huffs and mumbles goodnight. You snuggle into your bedroll, grinning.

– – –

The temperature drops during the night and as you grow colder you move closer to him in your sleep. Jake wakes as you begin to snuggle under his blanket. The thought of shoving you back to your side of the tent on principle briefly crosses his mind until he feels the cold brush of your fingers against his chest.

Jake sighs and reluctantly pulls your cold body, bedroll and all, under his blanket. In the presence of his warmth you nestle closer and he suppresses a hiss when you bury your cold nose into his neck. He has to suppress a whole lot more at the gentle flutter of your breath on his skin. He tells himself that if you were warm at night it would keep him from listening to you complain, deliberately ignoring the fact that he has never heard you complain before.

As a rule Jake liked to think of himself as a gentleman. He tried to uphold the morals that his mother taught him and he was determined to not end up like his father. But there was something about you that pushed his buttons. One minute he was furious at you and the next he wanted to kiss you.

He loved seeing the fiery look you got in your eye when you fought with him. He loved the way you didn’t back down even when he could tell you were nervous. He loved the sight of your legs and ass in those blue jeans you got from Phoenix. It was scandalous and indecent and he hated that others got to see you dressed like that.

Jake sighs. If he was going to survive this trip he had better get that memory out of his head. The feel of you curled up against him did nothing to make it any easier.

– – –

You reach the stretch of road that you had planned to rob the stage from mid morning on the third day. The road passes through a shallow ravine that is equal distance between the last stage station and the town of Pine Creek. The road is seldom used and only traveled on the weekly supply runs on Mondays and Thursdays, and by the stage on Fridays. If they got lucky, no one would be coming by and it was over a day's walk to the nearest town.

You watched silently as, at Jake’s command, Jet lies down like a dog on the side of the road. Jake kneels down beside his head stroking the horse as he lets out a breath and closes his eyes. “Is he going to sleep?” You asked in surprise.

“Probably, he knows the drill.” Jake smiles fondly at the horse before standing and turning to you. “Now when you see the stage, you need to wave your arms and make sure you can get them to stop before they hit Jet.” You nod mutely. “Those stage horses are bred to run, they will run you over so don’t stand in front of them.”

You nod again, heart pounding. Jake looks like he is about to say something, but just gives your arm an awkward squeeze before mounting Daisy and joining Natasha and Bob out of sight.

You take a deep breath and kneel down next to Jet’s head. It had to look real for the driver and the man riding shotgun to stop. They would only stop for someone who looked weak and helpless. You need to cry. Slowly you allow your mind to fill with bad memories.

Your parents' deaths, being forced to work in the dance halls and brothels. The gut wrenching realization that the good thing you thought you had at the Hanging Dog Ranch was an illusion, and that Roberts only wanted to use you like everyone else had. The fear of the trial and being hung, and your uncertainty of the future. If this job didn't go well you were not sure what you would do.

Slowly you let the tears fall as you sobbed by Jet’s sleepy head. The wind blows dust into your face to leave streaks of dirt in the tear tracts. You hear a soft bird call. It’s the signal from Jake, letting you know that the stage was coming. Sniffling, you wipe your nose and glance up the ravine at the cloud of dust. It was too late to go back, too late to call it off. It was time to put your acting skills to the test.

– – –

Jake had to stop himself from leaving his cover at the sound of your tears. He knew it was an act, at least he hoped it was, but the sound of your sobs caused an aching feeling in his chest. He had thought you would only try to look scared, but you had committed to the role better than any actress playing the role of damsel in the melodramas he had seen. He grits his teeth and pulls his bandanna up over his nose.

When the stage is in sight you stand up. “Help!” You sob brokenly, “Please help me!” He watches the driver take in your appearance and the sight of Jet laid out on the road behind you. The man mutters a curse and begins to saw on the reins, slowing the galloping team of four to a stop.

This was your moment, you had their attention, you just had to keep it. “Oh, help me please!” Jake suppresses a snort as your voice takes on a southern twang when you beg for help.

“What seems to be the problem, Miss?” The man riding shotgun asks concern in his voice.

“It’s my horse, Sir,” he can hear the tears in your voice. “I heard a rattler and it must have got him, he just collapsed as I was riding him!”

The two men confer quietly before the man riding shotgun gets down, still holding his gun at the ready, as he goes to pass a large boulder you call out to him. “Stay away from that rock, that’s where I heard the snake!” The man quickly sidesteps the rock and his hold on the gun relaxes as he approaches the downed horse. Jake watches you step back, careful to keep out of the man's reach.

Jake takes that as his cue to move. With another bird call to Bob and Phoenix he creeps up on the stage. When you see him you begin to wail and clutch your hair, calling out to the driver, asking what you should do. The man is about to answer when Jake climbs into the shotgun seat pulling his revolver at the same time.

“Not a word.” He growls, shoving his gun into the man’s side and pulling the man's gun out of his holster. At Jake’s move Bob and Phoenix both crest the ravine on their horses, rifles pointed at the man with the shotgun. At your release word Jet lunges to his feet and trots a short distance away.

The man with the shotgun goes to raise it but reconsiders when he sees he is outgunned. “Give the guns to the girl.” Bob orders and Jake’s heart pounds as you step forward to collect the guns. This is where it can all go wrong, one false step from you and you can quickly become a hostage. After covering your face with your own bandanna you quickly step forward to collect the man's side arms as well as the shotgun, with that task done Jake is able to focus on the driver.

“Get down.” The man scowls but compiles. “Everybody on the stage come out with your hands raised and no one will be hurt. Jake hears a muffled sobbing from inside and two women step out. He throws them a length of rope and instructs them to tie up the driver. He knows you will be tying up the man riding shotgun and sure enough the man is marched into his line of sight with his hands bound behind him and Bob and Phoenix following with their guns trained.

“Search the women for weapons,” Jake instructs you, as he jumps down to see if there are any other passengers who want to play hero, thankfully the stage is empty and after searching the women you bind their hands. “Search the stage, Sugar.” Jake is secretly surprised at how quick you are to follow his instructions considering how much you usually argue with him.

While you search Jake gets to work cutting the horses free from their harnesses and severing key lines in the rigging so even if they are able to catch the team they will be unable to pull the stage.

“You got them, Bob?” He hears Phoenix ask and she must get the confirmations she needs because he sees her begin to search the passengers. If they have any money hidden on their bodies she will find it.

He finally frees the last horse and with a smack on its rump it gallops out into the wilderness. There is a good chance they will eventually return to one of their stables. Teams run back and forth on the same stretch of road for years. The horses know the way home better than the drivers.

With that taken care of he joins you in your search. He uses a lock breaker to pop the luggage compartment and begins throwing clothing out of trunks, he pockets some cash and finds more hidden in the lining of suitcases but no $10,000 payouts. You join him searching the luggage and he can tell that you haven’t found anything by how increasingly frantic you are getting in your search.

“Where is it.” The harshness in your voice startles him. You are facing the women and your whole body is tense. “The dowry you are bringing to Roberts. Where is it?”

The women cower in fear as you stalk toward them.

“He sent it on with riders and an armed guard.” The older woman says between sobs. “It’s not here!”

Jake watches you kick the stage cursing before you abruptly turn back to the younger woman. “This is the man you are marrying.” Your voice has lost its sharpness and is now filled with pity. “A man who would protect his money and not his wife.”

Jake turns to Phoenix who had gone over the interior of the stage and she gives him a nod. “Well it was lovely meeting you all here today but I’m afraid we must be going.” Jake whistles and Jet comes trotting over. He mounts up and kicks his foot free of the stirrup for you to use and pulls you up behind him. The thread of worry that had been eating at his gut this whole robbery disappears when he feels your arms wrap around him.

“You’ll never get away with this!” The older woman calls out. “William Roberts is a powerful man and you have made an enemy of him!”

“Roberts is a bastard and I hope he rots in hell.” You snap back and he smirks at the women’s scandalized expressions. With a grin hidden behind his bandanna Jake digs his heels into Jet and takes off.

#jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin/reader #hangman/reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #top gun hangman #topgun maverick

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halfway-happyyy · 2 years

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begin again (rooster bradshaw)

AN: rooster still struggles with the death of his parents from time to time, and though he could turn to a multitude of people to get him through- he chooses you (his ex-flame). no warnings, only soft feelings ahead.

reader's call sign: sass

pairing: rooster bradshaw x female reader

Penny Benjamin's name flashes across the screen of your vibrating cell phone, rousing you from an otherwise heavy slumber and you answer it, frowning at the late hour.

“Penny, is everything alright?”

Because everyone knows that bad news has a terrible habit of following two-AM phone calls.

Penny hesitates on the other end while someone in the background hollers something. “Everything's fine, Sass. I'm sorry for waking you, but would you mind swinging over here to pick Rooster up?”

You blanch at the question. “He’s back on American soil?”

“Oh, he sure is.” She confirms.

Swinging your feet over the side of the bed, you ask, “What about Mav?”

Penny sighs heavily. “Maverick is currently as indisposed as Rooster is.”

“Penny, m’darlin’! Is that her? May I talk to her?”

Penny pulls the phone from her ear to hiss something at someone in the background and then she’s back a second later to tell you that he’s asking for you personally.

Lucky me.

“Yeah Penny- give me twenty minutes.”

In the short amount of time that it takes to drive to the Hard Deck you nearly turn back twice; the last words you ever uttered to Rooster play on like a broken record in your mind and causes unease to prick at you. You’re about to make a final run for it when the familiar neon sign catches your eye through the early morning light and it’s entirely too late now. Parking your car, you notice that the bar is closed for the evening, and you glance around in mild confusion. You are mere seconds from calling Penny back when you spot three lone figures standing on the beach a couple yards away. Drawing nearer, you notice both Penny and Maverick with their arms around Rooster’s impossibly broad shoulders- and they’re telling him something, but you lose their words to the white noise of the waves breaking on the shore before you.

“Hi guys.” You announce your presence and Maverick turns to face you, his smile wide and begrudgingly infectious.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. It’s good to see you, Sass.”

Penny turns to you, her expression grateful. “Thank you for coming, Sass.”

“Bit of a rowdy night for a Wednesday, huh?”

Penny tugs her bottom lip between her teeth and nods her head, her sky-blue orbs glitter brilliantly in the low morning light. “It sure was.” She pecks Rooster’s cheek goodbye and tugs on the sleeve of Maverick’s worn leather jacket. “Hate to cut a party early Mav, but eight o’clock comes fast.”

Maverick guffaws and thumps Rooster on the back twice. “You owe me a beer, kid.” He ruffles a palm through the mop of Rooster’s unruly auburn hair- something about the gesture tells you it’s a remnant from his childhood, and it makes you smile. “You remember what I told you, hm?”

Rooster nods, once.

“Thanks again for coming, Sass. I’m sorry for waking you.” Penny whispers as she walks past.

“It’s no problem, really. I had just closed my eyes.”

She caresses a warm palm to your cheek, her gaze knowing. “His plane hit the tarmac a week ago and he hasn’t stopped talking about you since.”

You watch them retreat from sight and sidle up next to Rooster. “So. This is how I find out you’re stateside?”

He sways a little on the spot, a byproduct of the alcohol consumed, no doubt. “You made your position about our future communication adamantly clear the last time we spoke.”

You certainly can’t begrudge him that because it’s true. “And yet here we are.”

“Here we are.” His soft, wrecked voice echoes.

Silence settles like fine dust between the pair of you, and despite everything that transpired in the past, you cannot deny that you missed him with every fiber of your being. A multitude of questions dance just shy of your reach- Where have you been? And- Why did you listen when I told you never to call again? But all you can manage is a quiet, “Talk to me, Rooster.”

“It’s his birthday today.” He murmurs. His gaze is distant- lost to the vast ocean before him. “He would have been sixty.” His admission weighs heavier than you thought it might, and your arms ache to hold him. “Is it fucked up that I come here sometimes to feel closer to him?”

You shake your head. “Grief is a fickle thing, Rooster. You do what you can to cope. No one can fault you for that.”

“I miss them so much.”

His despair is suddenly palpable; it washes over you like warm rain and all you can do is be near to him. “The grief means that there’s love, Rooster. It means that there is so much unexpressed love still. And it’ll stay with you- it’s supposed to stay with you. But it doesn’t have to be a bad thing.” A tear slips from his closed eye and cascades down his flushed cheek, and you reach up to brush it away with the pad of your thumb. “Let’s get you home, hm?”

Rooster relents and stumbles through the sand to your car. The ride is silent, your eyelids heavy with the weight of interrupted sleep. “Will you wait around a little while?” Rooster asks, upon arrival. And because you’ve always had a particularly hard time with saying no to him, you smile softly and nod your head.

“Sure, Rooster.”

It’s been six months since you’ve been inside of his house and stepping into the front hallway brings the memories back in roiling waves.

Rooster taking you up against the wall after an evening out at a military gala, the kitchen where scrambled eggs and bacon were made on Sunday mornings. The living room where he used to slow dance with you to Otis Redding. The photographs adorning the walls that the two of you purchased together.

“May I put a record on?” The hour is late and wearing on, but you’re not sure when you’ll get this opportunity again, so you take full advantage of it.

“Of course.” Rooster murmurs.

Making your way over to the record player beneath the bay window, you search through the case next to you until you find the one that you want. Slipping Giant from Buddy Holly out of its cover, you place it into the player, position the needle, and step back. It takes a few moments before the riff to Love Is Strange sounds through the speakers and transports the otherwise quiet room to the late sixties.

“A good choice.” Rooster approves from the doorway.

“It’s nostalgic for me.” You shrug.

“Me too.” He pushes himself from the doorframe to walk over to you. “May I?” He asks, in reference to a dance.

“You may.”

He takes you into his arms, and the achingly familiar feeling they bring you is so intense, you have no choice but to drop your chin to his shoulder blade to keep from sighing in utter satisfaction. He sways slowly with you on the spot, his large warm hands cradle the small of your back- and they hold you like you’re the most fragile thing in the universe. Like if he’s not careful, you’ll shatter into a million magnificent pieces before his eyes.

“Most of my memories are thread bare, but when I listen to music like this, I can still see them together.” He clears his throat. “He’d put on a record- like you just did, and he’d dance her around the living room until it ended. And the next night, they’d do it all over again.”

The needle ticks and the record finishes and your eyelids threaten close of their own volition when Rooster leads you by the hand to his bedroom down the hall. He makes no move to remove your clothing, and sleep is so heavy on your mind that you fall into bed without another thought. He sidles in beside you, brushes the hair back from your ear and says, “I never got to thank you before I left.”

“Thank me for what?” You mumble, sleepily.

Rooster traces a fingertip down the bridge of your nose. “I packed ice around my heart after my parents passed. I got scared of making homes out of people, but you made me feel less afraid about it all, and I’ll always be grateful to you for that.” His fingertips trace the outline of your lips, and you can’t help but smile into the touch. “And if tomorrow comes and you’re still here, I’ll tell you everything, Sass.”

“You're drunk, Rooster.” You whisper.

And everyone knows that drunk words mean nothing when the morning light touches them.

Yet six am arrives and sunshine beams through a crack in his curtains, and the very first words out of that wonderfully gravelly voice of his are- “I meant every single word I said earlier.”

And as you watch a slow, sleepy smile bloom across his face- happiness warms inside of you like sunlight through a stained glass window.

#he must get the lonelies something awful sometimes #rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #rooster bradshaw imagines #rooster bradshaw fluff #fluff #writing

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Grim - Walk Another's Path

Prompt: Bodyswap Notes: This went a little longer than expected (which is one of the reasons I didn't finish it in February like I wanted to ;-;), so I'm only posting the first section here with a link to where I've posted the full fic on AO3. I still wanted to show it here because this was written for a prompt challenge I found on here. Full fic can be found here!

Grim snarled and paced back and forth around the bedroom. Every few steps resulted in him slapping his cheeks to make sure he was awake. The slight sting said that, yes, he was indeed awake and not experiencing a nightmare.

The smoothness of his cheeks was also causing his rising panic. “I can’t believe this is happening! This is all Ace’s fault! I can’t believe he threw that whatchamacallit into our cauldron yesterday.”

A light huff came from the bed. “That whatchamacallit was a bundle of dandelions, and it did absolutely nothing but cause enough smoke to earn us a five-page essay from Professor Crewel on the importance of lab safety. Which is due today.”

Grim spun on his heel to face his minion. He didn’t account for his new gangly limbs and noodley torso, which nearly sent him spiraling into the wardrobe. He snarled and batted at the piece of furniture like it had purposefully leapt into his path. Once he had effectively put the wardrobe in its place, he spun to face his minion.

Except it wasn’t his minion he saw, but himself. At least, a doppelgänger of himself. He’d never known his own face could contort into the same deadpan expression his human usually wore when she was tired of tiptoeing around the sensibilities of every boy on campus. She walked a small circle in the center of the bed like a fawn finding its legs for the first time. She wobbled just enough to make Grim offended. “How do you explain all this then? Last I checked, I was still in my own body when I went to bed last night!”

It was weird hearing Yuu’s voice when he spoke. Almost as weird as his own voice, from his own body, but definitely not him speaking. “That’s an even stronger argument for why it wasn’t the botched potion. Some potions can be slow acting, particularly ones distributed in a gaseous state, but in order for that to be the cause of our current dilemma, we would have had to be repeatedly exposed to—.”

Grim threw up his hands to cover his ears. His paws—fingers—found soft tufts of hair. Right, human ears were on the sides of their heads. His hands slipped down his head until they found the fleshy lobes. “I don’t wanna listen to your science talk this early in the morning! I’m having a crisis!”

Yuu sighed. She edged closer to the side of the bed and glanced down at the floor. She backtracked to the center of the mattress. “My point is, this isn’t Ace’s fault. This is your fault.”

Grim sputtered. “My fault? How’s this my fault?”

“Who was the one reading spells he didn’t understand before bed last night?” Yuu snapped back. The blue fire of her ears wavered when her ears flattened against the top of her head. Her head? His head! This was becoming so confusing. “I told you to wait until your next tutor session with Riddle, but did you want to listen? No. Because the Great Grim can do no wrong. Now we’re stuck in each other's bodies for Seven knows how long!”

It was Grim’s turn to flatten his ears against his head. At least, he would if he didn’t have these already flat ears! “I knew what I was doing!”

“You couldn’t even pronounce the words on the page!” Yuu stomped around the mattress until she reached the nightstand sitting beside the bed. She awkwardly stretched across the small gap between the two pieces of furniture and pawed the worn book closer to her. Her tiny grunts of effort were almost insulting. “How do you manage to hold a pen in your paws? I can’t even grip the edge of this book!”

Her efforts made him snicker now. “Do you understand my greatness now? I’ve mastered living amongst humans in ways you’ll never understand!”

“If you wanna brag about holding a pen, then go right ahead.” Grim sputtered at Yuu’s lack of awe. She balanced on the tiptoes of her back paws while she flipped through the book. She smacked a paw against one page. “This is the spell you used! Mark this page so we can show it to the headmage.”

“Crowley?” Grim questioned, but he moved across the room to do as he was told. He still felt a bit wobbly, but he became surer in his stride with each step. Maybe being human wasn’t so bad. “Why we gotta show him? Wouldn’t it be easier to take it to Crewel?”

“Professor Crewel specializes in potions and alchemy,” Yuu argued. She jumped back into the center of the mattress as soon as he marked the page. Grim tucked the book under his arm and waited for Yuu to jump down from the bed. “As irresponsible as the headmage acts, no one on campus is going to argue he’s not a powerful mage. If anyone can break whatever spell you did, he would be our best bet.”

Grim grudgingly agreed and continued to wait for Yuu to jump down. She did the odd circling again, coming close enough to the edge to peek over before jerking back to the center of the mattress. After the third or fourth time of her doing the same thing, Grim finally snapped, “Would you quit wasting time and just jump down already?”

“It’s too high!” Grim gaped at the whiny pitch escaping his body. He’d never made that sound before! And he didn’t go around stomping like a big baby either! “How do you do this everyday? I could break an ankle jumping from this height!”

“It’s not high at all!” Grim argued. He gestured between the top of the bed and the top of his—Yuu's—hips. He knew of Yuu’s extreme fear of heights, but this was ridiculous! “It’s barely taller than half your body size.”

“Which is twice the size of you!” Yuu hopped away from the center of the mattress and closer to him. Grim sputtered when she lifted her arms up to him. “Put me on the floor.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not about to treat my body like it’s a baby!”

“I’m not asking you to burp me. Just put me on the floor!”

“Just jump!”

“That’s like telling me to jump from the highest tower on campus!”

They went back and forth just long enough to attract the attention of the curious dust bunnies living in Ramshackle Dorm. In the end, Grim grudgingly lifted Yuu off the bed and placed her feet on the floor. His efforts were rewarded when he watched her tackle the staircase, the ghosts of Ramshackle joining in on his snickering as they watched Yuu slowly crawl backwards down the stairs.

He completely ignored her snickering at him when he tripped halfway down the staircase because of her weak ankles.

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#twisted wonderland #grim #twst yuu #bodyswapping #february ficlet challenge

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dontwantnoneunlessyougotmunson · 1 year

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I got this idea in my head of reader and eddie in an established relationship and eddie is a little down about the everything the town is saying about him, and readers sibling (8-10yrs maybe) decided to dress up as eddie for Halloween because they looks up to him and it’s cheers eddie up.

I’m obviously terrible at wording things but yeah 😅

My Hero

First of all, stop putting yourself down because I completely understood where you were going with this and second, I stopped writing something else because I needed this to be in the world that much sooner. I'm crying fkasdbfka. Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you love it. Also, this is post events of the season finale, so our boy is alive. <3

Eddie was slumped against you on your bed as you flipped through a book. Your hand drifted to his hair and you twirled a piece around your finger. He sighed and curled up tighter, pulling his jacket over his face. The events before the "earthquake" had been hard enough on him and the aftermath was even worse. People had somehow convinced themself that a single teenager had the power of the devil to kill people and had caused the destruction of Hawkins.

Because of the gaping hole in the trailer, Wayne was staying with a coworker and Eddie was residing in your house. Your parents had always liked Eddie. He'd been nothing but polite to them and good to you and your little sister. And she absolutely worshipped him. When she'd gone for a haircut before the quake and they asked her how she wanted it, she squealed, "Like Eddie, like Eddie!" The stylist had frozen, unsure how to proceed, but under the power of your mother's death glare, she'd cut bangs that rested on your sister's forehead just like Eddie's.

She hadn't been able to show him until he'd returned from the Upside Down. It was something he hadn't wanted to share with you, but he knew ignorance wasn't guaranteed to keep you safe. You kept his wounds clean and helped check his bandages every day and in that time, your relationship had only grown stronger. When he'd shown up, bloody and worn, you had pulled him inside before anyone outside could see. Your parents were surprised to see him and fretted over his injuries which he'd passed off to them as because of the quake.

When your sister had finally gotten up the next morning, she almost burst everyone's eardrums when she saw him and realized she could eat her breakfast with her favorite person. She rambled on and on about her new hair and he smiled for the first time after all of the horror he'd endured.

Now, many of your days were spent like this. Curled up together. Staying inside where people couldn't find him. He'd go outside again one day. But it wouldn't be today.

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Your little sister poked her head in your room a bit later and grinned cheekily at you, missing a couple teeth on the sides. "Pssst! Come here!"

You both rose off of the bed, Eddie wincing in pain and she pointed at him. "Not you!"

He frowned a bit. "But why not?"

"Because it's a secret!" she said with a foot stomp for emphasis.

He grinned at her and said, "But secrets don't make friends."

Her face fell, mouth partially open. "But I thought we were already friends."

He scooted to the edge of the bed and held his arms out. "Of course we are, Giggles. Don't worry, I'm just teasin' ya."

She rushed to him and wound her arms around his neck. He stood carefully and swung her around before setting her back on the floor and sending her off with a pat on the head. She whirled and raced to her room, grabbing your hand on the way. Before shutting her door she slapped a sign on the door that said 'No Eddies aloud'. She dove into her closet, a blur of chaos and yanked out a bag that crinkled as she dug into it.

"Look what Mama got me!" She pulled out a vest and jacket similar to Eddie's and thrust it at you. You looked at it confused until she pulled out a Hellfire club shirt. "Dustin gave this one to me, too!"

"What is all this for, Giggles?"

Her shoulders drooped and her bottom lip poked out. "Well. I get happy when me and my friends dress like each other. I figured maybe he would too. For Halloween, we can be twins!"

Her face brightened at the end and you stroked the wild hairs on her head back, gently running your fingers through it. "That would be really nice, I think. Since you guys are best friends and all," you added with a wink.

She gave you another big toothy grin before sticking her hand in your face and wiggling her finger at you. "But you have to pinkie promise not to tell him!!"

Her brow furrowed as best as a child could manage and you fought the urge to laugh, schooling your face into a serious expression. You linked your pinkie with hers.

"I absolutely promise to not tell Eddie about the coolest Halloween costume ever."

~~~

The night of Halloween came around and you got ready for trick-or-treating. You were having trouble with the wings you wanted to add to your costume and had turned around to ask Eddie to help you when you saw him sitting there with a mask in his hand. He flipped it back and forth and then turned to you, holding it up to his face. You sat beside him on the bed and rubbed his back gently, prompting him to lean on you.

"What is it, honey?"

He heaved a soul-deep sigh, dropping his hands to his lap, and murmured, "Doesn't matter what I wear, people will see me how they want to, regardless."

Your eyes welled with tears as you held him close, rocking him carefully. A knock startled you two apart and you heard a small voice being projected deeper.

"The Dungeon Master requests entrance to the castle!"

He puffed a small breath of air through his nose and looked to you. You pushed off of the bed and started to open up the door. You started to pull it open before you felt a strong tug from the other side.

"No, not yet!" Your sister cried. "Make him close his eyes!"

You turned back to the bed and gestured to Eddie, "You heard her."

He slapped his hands over his eyes and said, "Okay, eyes closed!"

"No peeking!" she called back.

"Not even a smidge, Giggles," he chuckled.

You opened the door and covered your mouth, tears already streaming down your cheeks. She trotted over to him giddily and tapped his knees with her hands.

"Okay, okay, open!"

He looked at her, eyes adjusting from the darkness and looked her over, registering her outfit. Complete with a blowup guitar slung across her body, she truly did look like a mini Eddie. His brow furrowed and he looked to you and back to her.

"What? I don't- I don't understand. Why are you dressed like me?"

She gave him her signature grin while she explained to him how "twinning" with her friends makes her happy and his face softened toward her. "Plus, you're my hero!"

He spluttered for a moment and she looked panicked.

"I'm your what?.."

She flipped back to her dazzling grin. "My hero! I know.." Her worried eyes darted up to his and she hugged him around the waist while she finished speaking. "I know people say mean things about you. But I know that you're not mean. You're always so so nice! And you get me ice cream! And you're nice to Y/N! Plus, Mommy and Daddy reallllly like you! And they don't like mean people. So that's how I know you're good. And good people are heroes," she pulled back and finished with a sharp nod, eyes laser-focused on him.

He crushed her to his chest, the guitar squeaking as he squished it. Her little voice came out muffled as he rocked her back and forth.

"Can't. Breathe."

"Oops. Sorry, kid."

He let go and she threw her head back, gasping dramatically before looking at him curiously.

"Are you not gonna wear your mask, Eddie?"

He smiled at her and ruffled her already mussed hair.

"Nah, I think I'd like to twin with you. You're my hero, too."

She beamed and took off running, calling behind her, "Come on, slowpokes! I'm gonna get all the best candy!!"

***

Note: Actually cried while writing this. Multiple times. How dare you. 😭

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Such a Softer Sin (Part 25)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: Posting this a little early tonight ‘cause I feel like shit lmaoooo

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You stared down at the invitation in your hand, reading over that the Human King had invited you and Billy to attend a ball they were having. It would be your first official event as Queen and you felt a little nervous. So nervous that you decided to go and find Billy and tell him about it since you knew he could make you feel better. It had been a week since you’d been in heat and it had been amazing and torturous all at the same time. You’d felt awful for Billy once it was over, you’d completely worn him out and you’d both slept an entire day. You made your way over to the meeting room, knowing he was in there. He was only with his men and it wasn't like you weren't allowed in there anyway. You weren't the kind of Queen who just sat there and did nothing, you got your hands dirty just like everyone else and you were always included in on any plans. You’d opted not to attend the meeting because they were just going through the training schedule for the next month and you couldn't be bothered with the boredom of it, there was nothing for you to add to that. You got there just as the guys were leaving and you said a quick hello before you slipped into the meeting room. Billy’s head snapped up quickly and he was staring at you strangely.

“What's up?” you asked warily and he didn't answer as he stood and made his way over to you, a weird look on his face. You were starting to get worried why he was acting so weird.

“Is something wrong?” you asked worriedly and he shook his head, his adam's apple bobbing. You noticed then that his eyes were tearful but he had a small smile on his face which just confused you further. He reached out a shaky hand, laying it over your stomach and you blinked down at it before back at him.

“You’re pregnant,” he whispered, sounding in awe and you looked at him stunned.

“Are you sure?” you asked slowly and he nodded.

“I can smell it. I couldn't smell it this mornin’ but I can now,” he murmured, his eyes going from your stomach to your eyes. You felt excitement and nerves bloom in your belly, still shocked by the news.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” he grinned tearfully and you smiled at him, letting him wrap his arms around you as he held you tightly.

“We should take you to Curtis, take a test,” he uttered, moving away with a look of determination.

“I thought you were sure,” you teased and he snorted.

“I am, I’d bet everythin’ I own on it, but it doesn't hurt to confirm it,” he replied with a shrug and you nodded.

Soon enough you were sitting in a doctors room after peeing on a stick as you, Billy and Curtis waited for the results to show. You felt nervous even at Billy’s insistence that he knew you were pregnant. Curtis picked up the test from where it had been laid, looking at it before a wide grin split his face.

“Congratulations, you’re going to have a baby,” he grinned. Billy turned to look at you with a blinding smile and the happiness you felt from him was so overwhelming, it made your head spin.

“We should tell Frank, Karen and Micro,” he mused softly, his eyes looking at you in question as if wondering if you were okay with it. While you weren't ready for everyone to know, there were a few select people you didn't mind knowing the news before anyone else so you nodded with a smile.

“Okay,” you murmured and he grinned again as he sent them a mindlink to meet him in the meeting room. By the time you got there, they were already in there waiting.

“Please tell me it’s not some bad news, I’ve been enjoyin’ the down time,” Frank huffed, eyeing Billy warily as you both walked inside. Billy was fidgeting by your side, an excited energy about him like he was ready to burst.

“We’re gonna have a baby!” he beamed and the three of them looked stunned, silence over taking the room for a moment. Frank almost flew off his chair before he tackled Billy into a hug as Micro and Karen stood, smiles on their faces. Karen approached you, pulling you in for a hug.

“Congratulations,” she murmured as Frank and Micro were saying similar things to Billy.

“Thank you,” you smiled when she pulled away and you noticed she looked tearful in her joy at the news. Frank replaced her then as Karen went to Billy and he looked down on you with the love of an older brother, a love you hadn't seen anyone wear in a long while and it made your chest ache.

“Come here,” he grinned, wrapping his arms around you as he held you tightly. He held you like that for longer than you’d anticipated and when he let go, he looked a little choked up.

“I’m happy for you both,” he smiled warmly and you felt your own eyes prick with tears as you found yourself overwhelmed by the support of your new family. You still couldn't believe that you were pregnant. You didn't really feel any different yet and you wondered when you would. Now it was actually happening, you couldn't deny that you were happy too, even if it was a little scary. You were actually going to have a baby with Billy, you were going to be a mother. When Frank moved away, Micro approached you with a lopsided grin, giving you a quick but tight hug.

“I’m so excited for you guys. Gods help us though if the kid turns out to be a mini Billy,” he snorted and Billy reached over, thwacking him across the head and you snorted. Billy moved to wrap his arm around you, nuzzling your cheek sweetly and you closed your eyes with a smile. Things were definitely going to be changing but you found yourself excited for it, excited to start the next chapter of your life with him.

The rest of the day had Billy following you around, hovering like a worried mother. You found his sudden overprotective streak amusing. You knew he had a lot of things he had to be doing though so you settled for following him instead, allowing him to get stuff done without needlessly following you around like a lost puppy. That night, when you climbed in bed beside him, you moved to lay on your side facing him and he did the same, still wearing that bright smile that hadn’t left his face all day since he found out you were having his baby. He settled his arm around you, looking at you with warm eyes before it looked like something occurred to him.

“What did you want earlier? When you came into the meetin’ room?” he asked curiously. You'd almost forgotten about it with everything else going on.

“We got an invitation from the Human King to attend a ball next week,” you answered, nerves prickling at you once more as you thought about it.

“You’re nervous,” he stated, eyes scanning your face and it wasn't a question because he could feel it.

“A little bit. It’s my first event as Queen,” you murmured and he smiled, leaning towards you as he placed a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose.

“You don’t needta worry. King Alfred is a pretty decent guy, just a little… bland,” he smirked and your lips twitched up.

“What are the balls like?” you asked, your eyes full of curiosity. You knew Billy held them sometimes since there was a ballroom here but it hadn’t happened since you’d been here, no doubt because of the war. You’d never been to anything like that before, it was so far removed from your old life that if someone told you that you’d be attending a ball held by the Human King, you would have outright laughed at them. But you were Queen now, this was your life. A part of you still felt confused how you ended up here.

“It’s just like a fancy party. We’ll stick together, don’t worry. Frank and Karen can come to, she loves goin’ to these things,” he grinned, amusement lacing his tone and it made you feel a little better.

It was the day of the party and you were getting ready with Karen in your room. You still didn't feel any different other than knowing you were pregnant but you were glad you hadn’t developed morning sickness, yet at least. You’d wanted to surprise Billy with what you were wearing and Karen had been super excited to get ready with you for the ball. The week leading up to the ball, you’d been quizzing her on human customs, trying to get a feel for what you were about to attend and to make sure you knew what was expected of you. When she explained how everyone dressed up, you’d made the decision to wear a dress, knowing from what she said that it was customary for human women. You knew you didn't have to and Billy probably thought you wouldn't be with your known dislike of them, but part of you wanted to this time. You’d softened out a little since finding your mate and you were Queen now. While you weren’t planning on prancing around in a dress day to day, a special occasion wouldn't be too bad and you wanted to try it. Your dislike for dresses mostly came from the fact they were impractical and you were a fighter, that was what you did. But you were more than that now and you wouldn't be fighting at the human ball, at least you hoped not, so there was no reason for you not to wear one. You’d all be going wearing your usual color scheme from the uniforms to represent the Royal Russo clan and you’d had a dress made especially for you. You’d asked the tailor to make it for the human tastes out of respect for them, knowing they wore a different type of clothes. Since it was a ball, he’d made you a ball gown. It was cream with gold accents and he’d thrown words around that you didn't really understand like ‘off the shoulder’, ‘sweetheart neckline’ and ‘tulle’. All you knew was, it was pretty, cinched in at your waist and poofed out at the skirt. The gold was a lace overlay with a pretty floral pattern and you actually felt like the royalty you now were. Karen was wearing a dress similar to yours but a little less poofy and with ‘cap sleeves’, it was cream with black accents. You were pretty sure Frank and Billy were going in their usual uniform as Billy’s was regal enough on its own and Frank didn't seem the type to dress up.

“I enjoy the balls so much, I always feel like a princess,” Karen murmured with an excited grin as she finished on your hair. You would have offered to help with hers but you had no clue what you were doing and she'd done a fine enough job on her own, clearly knowing what she was doing. You were about to open your mouth to reply when Billy sent a mindlink to you both telling you he and Frank were waiting by the carriage outside. You felt the stab of nerves hit you again.

“I guess it’s time. You look amazing and you’ll do great,” she beamed at you as you stood. You smiled back shyly, your hands smoothing the soft fabric of your dress as you glanced down at yourself. Never in a million years did you think you’d voluntarily wear a dress, let alone one that looked like this.

“You look great too,” you murmured and she grinned, twirling dramatically and making you snort.

“Billy and Frank won’t know what hit ‘em,” she smirked and it made a smile tug at your lips. You wondered what Billy would think when he saw you. You knew he attended these things a lot before the war and you had a feeling from things you’d heard that some of the women he slept with before you were human. You tried to ignore the burning in your chest as you thought about it, pushing away the insecurity that started to eat at you as you followed Karen out of the room. As you got outside, you both descended the castle steps and your eyes went to the carriage not too far from the gates. Billy and Frank were laughing and joking with one another, in their usual uniform as expected. Billy could turn up in a potato sack and still look handsome as ever though, it was a little unfair. As you both got closer, they looked over and Billy’s eyebrows almost flew off his head, his eyes wide as he stared at you. It made you feel flushed under his awed gaze like that and you felt butterflies swarming your stomach. When you stopped in front of him, he just blinked at you, his mouth opening and closing a few times.

“You uh… you look beautiful,” he breathed out, eyes sweeping over you in a way that made you feel flustered as you smiled shyly. When his eyes went back to yours, a small frown graced his face and it made you nervous.

“You didn't… you didn't do this just for me, right? You know you don't have to wear a dress if you don’t wanna,” he murmured worriedly and you felt warmth in your chest at how he always cared for you.

“I actually wanted to. I like it, I had it made just for me,” you explained with a reassuring smile and the frown melted off his face as he relaxed. He moved closer, one hand on your waist as the other cupped your face and tilted it up to him.

“I’m lucky to have a woman like you for a mate,” he smiled softly, leaning down to peck your lips. You couldn't wrap your head around him saying that to you, not with him being so handsome it almost hurt to look at him.

The four of you got in the carriage and headed off to the Human King’s castle. You still felt a little nervous as you watched everything pass by from the carriage window, Karen and Frank quietly talking among themselves and you felt Billy take your hand in his own. You turned to look at him and he gave you a soft smile.

“It’s gonna be fine. We’re just gonna say hello to some people and then we can just relax, enjoy it. We’ll have a good time,” he said soothingly and you nodded with a smile. You could do this, you could greet people with your new status and then hopefully spend the rest of the time with the people you were comfortable with. When the carriage pulled to a stop, Billy got out, offering you his hand as you stepped out of it too and your eyes went to the castle. Your brows rose, wonder on your face as you took it in. It was beautiful, although you had to admit you preferred your own, but it was still a sight to behold all on its own. Billy’s hand was on your lower back as he guided you to walk, Frank and Karen by his other side and you noticed what you presumed to be the King and Queen waiting for you at the large door.

“King William, it’s good to see you again!” The Human King smiled widely, moving to shake Billy’s hand.

“It’s good to see you again too, King Alfred,” Billy grinned, inclining his head at the Human Queen who bowed hers out of respect.

“Queen Y/N, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you. You certainly make a fine Queen,” King Alfred stated, a warm smile on his face that put you at ease and made heat nip at your cheeks.

“Thank you,” you murmured shyly, feeling a little out of your depth with this. You turned to the Queen then who gave you a soft smile, a look on her face that seemed like she knew how it felt to be in your current position. You wondered if she did, you had no idea which of the two were of royal blood. After greeting Frank and Karen, they led you inside and into the ballroom. You looked around in amazement as you took it all in. The place was decorated with hues of green and silver and there were far more people here than you expected. Your eyes swept around, taking in everything you could see. You’d only ever come across a couple of humans in your time and never really spent long enough with them to know anything about the way they lived their lives. You were glad you picked a more human-like dress, feeling like you blended in here a bit more as you watched all of the beautiful women in their fancy dresses. Billy took you around to meet some people and you were polite, letting Billy guide the conversation as you stood there feeling slightly overwhelmed. Everyone seemed to fawn over you which you hadn't expected and you weren't sure how to process it.

“You okay?” Billy asked, eyes scanning your face as you shifted uncomfortably on your feet.

“Yeah, my feet are just hurting a little bit,” you admitted sheepishly and he smiled, taking your hand as he led you over to a table and you both sat down. Wearing human clothes meant wearing human shoes and you had no idea why these women chose to subject themselves to the horror that was heels. He scooted his chair closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as his other hand went to your stomach absentmindedly. It was something he’d started to do a lot you’d noticed and half the time, he didn't look like he realized he’d done it. No one else knew you were pregnant yet, Billy was planning on making an announcement in a week.

You looked over, seeing Karen and Frank dancing together and you smiled to yourself at how cute they were. Frank had grumbled the whole way here about how he didn't like these things yet you knew he did it because Karen loved them and he didn't want her to miss out. It was sweet.

“You wanna dance?” Billy asked, making you look back to him and he was already watching you with an amused smile on his face.

“Oh… I’ve never… I‘ve never done it before,” you muttered quickly and he shot you a grin. He stood up, offering his hand to you and you looked at it warily, making him snort before you took it and let him pull you to your feet. He led you over to where everyone was dancing before his hand settled on your waist, the other holding your hand and you tried to follow his lead but you couldn't. You were practically falling over your feet and you wished you could blame the heels but you were pretty sure it was just you. You might be graceful on the battlefield, but right now you were anything but and you felt your cheeks get hot. Atti told you once that when you weren't on the battlefield, you had the grace of a one-legged cow. And while the memory made your chest ache and you tried to push it away quickly, you really couldn't help but agree. You gazed around worriedly, concerned you were embarrassing him with how badly you were dancing but when you turned back to him, he was grinning down at you adoringly, amusement flashing behind his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m so bad at this. We should just stop,” you muttered, feeling more than embarrassed. The hand on your waist slid around to your lower back, pressing you close to him.

“You might dance like a baby deer on ice, but you’re still the most beautiful girl in the room,” he grinned impishly and you looked down with a smile, feeling heat in your cheeks although now not from embarrassment.

“You don’t need to try so hard, you know? We’re already mated,” you snorted teasingly as you looked back to him. He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours and your breathing hitched at his close proximity.

“It’s not tryin’ hard if I‘m bein’ honest,” he murmured, making you smile before he kissed you softly. You had a couple more dances with him and you thought you were getting slightly better at it, although you'd admit to being very distracted by his kisses. He took your hand again, taking you to a different table now as the one you’d been sitting at was now occupied and not long after you sat down, Frank and Karen came over too.

“This is so much fun,” she grinned, plonking into a chair as Frank took the one beside her.

“Yeah… so much fun,” he muttered, an amused smirk he shared with you since he knew you were both the ones who had been apprehensive about going.

“Oh, come on, Frankie. You tellin’ me you’re not enjoyin’ yourself, even a little bit?” Billy asked with a raised brow and a smirk. Frank swirled the drink in his hand around a little before giving Billy a rivaling smirk.

“Liquors not too bad here, I guess,” he shrugged and you snorted, Karen giving him a playful dirty look.

You all sat there talking for a while and you felt yourself relax completely, having a good time. It wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. A pretty woman in a tight red dress sauntered over as Frank was telling you a story about a time Micro attended a ball and how he threw up over some important people and all of your eyes turned to her when she stopped by Billy’s side.

“King William,” she smiled, a flirty tone to her voice that made your eyes narrow at her. A vicious voice in the back of your head asked if this was one of Billy’s previous lovers and you tried to quash it when you saw no recognition on his face as he looked at her, giving her a polite smile. You hadn't lied when you told him you didn't judge him for his past and that hadn’t changed, although there was a layer of discomfort in knowing it now you felt the mate bond. But he’d waited so long for you to come into his life and you understood it. You’d be a hypocrite not to after you'd been so willing to give yourself to him before you even knew you were mates. You’d only been waiting for yours a fraction of the time he had. Yet something primal in you was being rubbed raw as you watched the woman settle her hand on his arm as she told him it was wonderful to meet him.

“Would you like to dance with me?” she asked as she fluttered her lashes at him and the growl that burst from your chest was animalistic. You hadn't even meant to do it and you surprised yourself but it had stirred something in your wolf at seeing this woman so brazenly flirting with your mate in front of you like that. Frank was smirking, Karen hiding an amused smile behind her hand as Billy looked at you with a weird look. You couldn't get a read on him and suddenly you were worried. The woman had scampered off after your growl and the way Billy was looking at you made you nervous.

“Come with me,” he muttered, eyes pinning you in place before he got up and you obediently followed after him. You wondered if you’d be in some sort of trouble, if you’d broken some kind of rule here in the human castle by acting that way towards one of them.

He led you down a hallway and you had no idea where he was taking you and you watched as he pushed open a door, clearly knowing his way around the place. You walked in after him and noticed it was a bathroom, your brows furrowing in confusion as you turned to look at him and he locked the door behind him. You opened your mouth, ready to apologize for your behavior when he suddenly surged at you, kissing you roughly. It caught you off guard with how ferocious he was but you couldn't help but give into it as you kissed him back. He hoisted you up, setting you down on the counter and hiking up your poofy skirt so he could settle himself between your legs. He gripped your jaw roughly, eyes dark as he stared at you.

“You got any idea how hot that was? Stakin’ your claim on me like that?” he growled and you were bewildered and wildly turned on by how feral he looked. You let out a startled moan as his fingers were suddenly inside of you with no warning and your hands flailed a little, one grabbed the wrist of the hand that was fingering you furiously and the other gripped his shoulder.

“You really think I’d want anyone else when I got you?” he asked roughly, the hand on your jaw tightening and your head was spinning. You couldn't answer him when he was pleasuring you like this and you gasped, squirming against his hand as you felt a wildfire spread inside of you. He moved his mouth to your ear, his breathing sharp and shaky.

“I’m gonna show you that you’re the only one that matters to me,” he drawled before he slowly dragged his lips across the skin of your cheek. You were panting, trying not to moan too loudly, well aware you could be heard from in here but he was making it hard for you with all his sinful promises and the way his fingers worked you over. His lips got to yours and they teasingly brushed against them, not willing to give you the kiss you wanted even when you chased them.

“You’re my heart and soul, my Queen,” he murmured against your lips and your eyes fluttered shut, rapidly feeling your climax approaching. He growled low in his chest and your eyes snapped open, staring at him with wide eyes, pupils blown wide.

“I wanna drop to my knees and worship at your altar every damn day for the rest of my life if you’d let me,” he insisted fervently and you cried out, mouth hanging open as the pleasure hit you hard and you came around his fingers. He eased you through it but then he yanked his fingers out of you, the hand on your face suddenly gone and you swayed a little, feeling hazy in the best way. Your brain still hadn’t caught up with what was going on when you realized he was rapidly undoing his pants and then he shoved into you with a desperate moan and you gasped. He didn't give you any time to adjust before he started fucking into you at a frenzied pace and if it wasn't for his hold on you, you’d be in a heap. You hooked an arm around his neck, gasping and moaning as you felt close again already with how worked up you felt and you knew he felt the same. He rested his forehead on yours, his top lip curled into a snarl as he groaned deeply, pushing you closer to nirvana and you gripped his hair, holding onto it as he fucked into you mercilessly.

“Cum for me,” he demanded roughly and he might as well have used his Alpha aura on you with how easily your body obeyed to his whims as you came hard with a gasp. Broken moans left his lips as he came right along with you, holding onto you tightly as he rode out his high.

You felt breathless and lightheaded and he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a lazy soft kiss. His tongue tangled with yours at a leisurely pace and you melted into him, enjoying the softness after what just happened. He kissed you until you’d both calmed down and you felt completely sated. He pulled out of you with a groan and you tiredly tried to come back to your senses. You reached out to grab some of the paper towel on the wall but his hand darted out, catching your wrist and he shook his head at you. You blinked at him, confused and he shot you a devilish smirk, sliding you off the counter and making your dress fall back down. You felt his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your inner thighs and he licked his lower lip, eyes flaring at you like he was already ready for another round.

“You’re not the only one stakin’ a claim, sweetheart,” he grinned wickedly, moving to open the door with a sassy brow raised as you gaped at him. You weren't even mad about it and if anything, your wolf was more than pleased about it as you took his hand and let him lead you back to the ball. You’d been nervous about coming here but you’d had a good time and you already found yourself looking forward to the next one.

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She Thought She was Normal

This chapter is the SMUT. If you're under 18, walk away.

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. This is the Chapter 18+!

Word Count: 5678

Warnings: SPS, SMUT! (told you it was coming), Fluff, Loss of Virginity, Unprotected sex (Remember to wrap it up, you're not a Nephilim)

----------------------------------------- Chapter 23 Pt. 2

He smirked a bit but didn’t reply. Jess would at least keep Sam out of the shower room. It was Dean that Maria was mildly worried about. She grabbed a pair of grey sweats and an oversized, worn-in light blue t-shirt before she headed to the shower room.

It had an open floor plan with several showering areas and several sinks across from the showers. It reminded her of the gym locker rooms a high school would have where several people could shower at once. The front of all the shower stalls were open, with no curtain. She wasn’t overly fond of the color though. Maria set her things down on one of the benches before undressing and heading to one of the shower stalls. She didn’t mind, figuring no one would bother her.

Jess hadn’t been kidding about the shower pressure. The smaller bathrooms were great but this felt like it was on a whole new level, massage level pressure. She thought perhaps it was for the higher-ranking Men of Letters. She let the hot water just flow over her tense muscles. It felt amazing and she let herself get lost in the feeling, as well as her body relaxing. So much so, that she didn’t even realize anyone had gone into the shower room.

He had seen the steam coming out of the shower room and had gotten too curious not to look. It could only be one person and he knew it. There was a small smirk on his lips as he went through the open door of the room, seeing the steam emanating from the second stall. He couldn’t see her, not from where he was standing, so he slowly inched closer. Dean leaned against the sink that was across from the shower stall she was in, taking in the sight of her as the water flowed down her body.

“Was your shower occupied?” he asked her, a bit teasingly, with his arms crossed, smirking.

She screamed slightly, surprised before she looked over at him, putting her hand over her racing heart, trying to catch her breath. Once she did though, she rolled her eyes, “Just come here to window shop some more?” she retorted in a teasing way before leaning back under the flow of water.

Dean had to take a deep breath as his eyes slowly trailed down her body and then back up it, “You look good all wet like that,” he teased her, seductively. Maria grabbed the shampoo and began washing her hair, but glanced at him. She debated several things but after the research she’d done, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to take that particular plunge or cause him any pain if she couldn’t. She sighed and focused on her hair, “I don’t want to hurt you…” she replied.

He looked at her, somewhat confused, “Why do you think you’ll hurt me? I’m just watching you,” he asked, perplexed.

“I know what happens, to guys… when they get too turned on and don’t get that… release…” she replied, a bit shyly, “and well, I don’t want to do that to you.”

Dean managed to keep himself from chuckling at her, “Is that what you were looking up earlier?” he asked, finding her quite amusing but also sweet.

She blushed and couldn’t look over at him, “Uh… kind of…”

He pushed off the sink, arms still crossed, and walked closer to her shower stall, staying back far enough that he wouldn’t get wet, “Then, if you looked that up, there are other ways. We don’t have to have sex,” he told her, licking his lips and taking in the sight of her. He could look at her all day, and so much more.

Maria rinsed her hair, tilting her head back into the flow of water and Dean bit his lip, taking a deep breath. He watched how the suds from the shampoo in her hair traveled down her body with the flow of the water. She glanced over at him afterward, and blushed because of how he was looking at her, “I know… I’m, well…” she looked away and sighed, “I’m shy, okay?”

He took another deep breath and looked up at her, debating his next words, “Do you trust me?” he asked her, softly. He had no intentions of pushing her into anything she wasn’t wanting to do. He could however see her curiosity.

She felt those anxious feelings again, and forced herself to take a deep breath, attempting to calm them, then nodded her head a bit, “Mmhhmm,” she hummed nervously.

Go slow, Dean told himself as he undressed and got in the shower with her. She’d barely looked over at him, but once he was standing in front of her, she looked up at him, her chest tightening again. He smiled softly at her though, setting his hands on her upper arms.

“It’s okay, we can go slow and we’ll only do what you’re comfortable with. Okay?” he told her, and she could see the sincerity in his eyes.

She took another deep breath and nodded her head a little as she looked up into his eyes. His soft smile and gentle gaze helped relax her. His heart was pounding in his chest as he reached up and caressed her cheek before he leaned down and kissed her. It was slow at first, gentle as he let his other hand move up her arm, over her shoulder, and then down her back. She had to break the kiss between them to take a deep breath as her body shivered under his touch. It was far more intense than she thought it would be.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned, leaving his hand on the small of her back, just resting there.

“Yeah… just didn’t realize, umm… how sensitive I was…” she replied, attempting to calm her breathing. She knew she was sensitive, just not to this extent. No one had ever touched her, not like this.

He had remembered that from when she’d gotten her tattoo and the research he’d done on SPS. He already knew what he was getting into and was actually looking forward to it, “If you want me to stop, just let me know, okay?” he told her, gently, gazing down into her eyes.

Again she nodded a bit. Dean slowly moved her so that he was under the water and she was in front of him before he leaned down and kissed her neck, loving the way she inhaled deeply. He took his hand from her cheek and slid it down her arm, then gently moved her hand so that it was on his chest. He held it there for a moment as he slowly peppered her neck and shoulder with kisses, feeling his breathing increase with how she was responding.

She’d read plenty but nothing could have prepared her for the actual experience. The one thing she hadn’t taken into account was how sensitive her body was. Dean’s lips sent electricity through her body, down all her nerves, right to her core. When he’d moved her hand though, she just let her hand sit there feeling his heart rate under her touch. She finally moved her hand along his chest, now feeling his muscles flexed under her fingers and he groaned into her neck.

Go slow, he told himself again as he felt her other hand now on his back, moaning quietly against the flesh of her neck. He let his hands slowly move along her body, starting on her back, before they found their way to her sides, then her hips where he gripped them, just a bit. When he heard that soft moan leave her lips, he smirked happily, letting his right hand move up her side, along her ribs, and just under her breast. He felt her body almost quiver at that.

Her heart was pounding, her body felt like it was on fire, and there was a feeling building that she’d never felt before, but she was enjoying it, immensely. She found a bit of courage though, and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his collarbone. Their bodies were practically touching and she felt his hardness against her body but couldn’t bring herself to look there. When she felt him brush his finger over her nipple though, she felt like her knees were going to give out on her, and she bit her lip, attempting to stifle another moan.

He felt her relax a little as her hands began slowly moving over his body, his muscles flexing under her touch and he loved the way her soft hands felt against his skin. Dean gently took her nipple between his fingers, teasing it, loving the sounds that she made, music to his ears. He let his other hand slowly move down her thigh, teasing the outside before his fingers danced across the front, then moved more to her center.

“Dean… I…” she attempted, but her knees were already almost too weak to keep her standing.

He quickly moved both his hands and held her up at her hips before he looked down at her. Her cheeks were red. She was breathing heavily and all he could do was smile, “It’s okay, I’ve got you. If you want to keep going, we can always head to one of our rooms,” he suggested but didn’t push.

She smiled a bit, her body still feeling fairly shaky, “Might not be a bad idea,” she breathed, biting her bottom lip a bit, more in anticipation than anything.

Dean smiled more with that before he reached back and turned off the water. He helped her out of the shower stall and handed her a towel while he grabbed one for himself. She watched him, taking in his physical appearance. She’d never really looked, not before last night when she’d seen him without a shirt on. And now, she almost couldn’t take her eyes off of him. The way his body looked reminded her of those statues that you’d find in a museum, only much more endowed. A small smirk formed on her lips as she finally turned away from him to dry her hair a bit so it wasn’t dripping. He mostly dried off, then just wrapped the towel around his waist. Dean gathered his clothes, then both her piles of clothes as she wrapped her towel around her, over her chest. “Come on,” he smiled, nodding toward the door.

She again bit her lip, trying to keep from smiling more than she already was but followed him. The hallway floor was cold under her bare feet and she shivered a little. Something she’d never done was pleasure herself. That might sound weird to some but with the path of revenge she’d gone on, it just wasn’t part of her priorities. She’d been lost in thought as she followed him, watching the ways his muscles flexed while he walked, wanting to touch him, and that made her smile again. At least the fear had retreated, she thought to herself, then looked down at the floor. She took a deep breath, feeling more anticipation now, almost bumping into him when he stopped, not having been paying attention. So, as a save, she just wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her body against his back, then kissed along the back of his shoulder.

He groaned when he felt her lips against his skin and closed his eyes for a moment, his hand on the doorknob to his room, the other holding their clothes. His cock twitched under his towel before he finally opened the door to his room. He also heard her giggle a little before she let go of him and slid inside his room, under his arm. Little minx, he thought to himself, smiling. Dean went into his room and closed the door, again reminding himself to go slow with her. He set their clothes on his desk before he looked back over to her. Dean took note of her expression and her body language. She was smiling a little, looking like a mix of nervous and excited. Her hair was a bit messy and some of it had fallen over her shoulders. If only she knew how utterly beautiful he found her.

“We can still stop, any time you want. Okay?” he told her softly as he stepped closer, setting his hands on her hips again.

She took a deep breath as she looked up at him, this time putting her arms over his shoulders, lacing her fingers behind his neck, tilting her head a little, “Thanks, for being so patient with me.”

He smirked happily. She could swear that was just how he smiled. Then he leaned down and kissed her, again beginning slowly, teasing at her bottom lip with his tongue. She knew he was asking for access, and she allowed it, their tongues dancing intimately as she felt him give her hips a gentle squeeze before she closed her eyes. Dean slowly moved his hand up her side, finding the top of her towel where she’d tucked it together, then, let it fall to the floor. She shivered for a moment before she felt his hands on her again, slowly, gently letting his fingers dance along her skin, tracing the curves of her body.

All he could do was remind himself to go slow, at her pace, and not move too quickly. He knew all of this was a first for her and she was the most physically sensitive woman he’d ever been with. Dean slowly moved her over to the bed, helping her sit down on the edge before he broke the kiss with her.

“Get comfortable,” he told her gently.

She took a deep breath. Her entire body felt like it was warm and the cool air was nice but it didn’t feel as though it was helping her cool off any. She bit her bottom lip before she slid herself up near the pillows, laying down on her back. For a moment, she stared at the ceiling, trying to slow her breathing down, as well as her racing heart, her hands on her stomach. Maria was comfortable with her body, so lying naked there didn’t bother her.

“You okay, Sweetheart?” he asked her, standing at the foot of the bed for a moment. One thing he didn’t want was for her to feel pushed into doing anything she wasn’t ready for.

Maria partially sat up, using her elbows as braces, tilting her head a bit, trying not to smile like a giddy teenager, “Yeah, I’m okay. Just too warm to get under the covers.”

Dean took a deep breath, taking in the sight of her lying there, in his bed, licked his lips as he sucked the bottom one between his teeth. God she was beautiful, he thought to himself. He left his towel on, hoping it would help him at least not rush. She watched him as he climbed on the bed and laid on his side, as close to her as he could, propping himself up with his elbow. Maria laid back down and looked into his eyes, a soft, appreciative smile played into her expression. However, when she felt his fingers along her skin again, she inhaled deeply.

He watched her close her eyes as his hand explored her body, slowly, tracing her curves with his fingers. The quiet moans and whimpers she was making were music to his ears. When his hand reached her stomach, where her hands were, she slowly moved them, one to her side, between them, the other to his chest, before she opened her eyes and looked up at him again. He had a soft smile as he leaned down and kissed her, going slowly. Butterfly kisses, she thought to herself as she closed her eyes again, kissing him back, remembering to breathe between them. She felt his hand move further down along her stomach, then moaned into the kiss when his fingers began tracing her tattoo.

Dean began kissing along her jaw, moving to her neck, slowly as he slid his hand further down, then along the top of her thigh. He felt the muscles in her thigh tense for a moment, then moved his hand down, along her inner thigh. She wanted to say something, anything about how intense his touch felt, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was his name, in a soft, quiet moan. He smirked against her collarbone as he gently pulled at her thigh. Her legs shook a bit as she moved her them, opening them for him. For now, all she could really do, was lay there and let him touch her, the sensations more intense than she could have imagined.

For a moment, he just held her thigh, gently but firmly before he looked into her eyes again, “Sweetheart, if you want to stop, just let me know,” he whispered, sincerely.

She took a deep breath, meeting his gaze, “I know. It’s okay…” she managed, through heavy breaths. It felt like wherever he touched it sent electricity through her nerves and straight to her core, and her body felt hot. She knew the technical terms for all of it, so knew it was normal and she was enjoying all of it in ways she had never imagined she would.

He leaned down, kissing her again, as his hand slid slowly up her inner thigh, brushing his fingers along her skin. She moaned into the butterfly kisses but the moment his fingers touched that little bundle of nerves, her body moved on its own. Her back arched and her nails dug a bit into his chest, as she felt what she could only describe as a coil in her stomach tighten. Dean groaned when he felt her nails, deepening the kiss with her, and she reciprocated. He slowly made circles on the little bundle, feeling her body tensing, quickly, as well as her breathing becoming heavy and hard. He slid his finger down, along her slit. God, she was so wet, he smirked into the kiss as she whimpered with his movements. He slowly slid one finger inside her but didn’t go deep, just a little to tease her as his thumb found her clit again, pressing and circling it slowly. It hit her, overtaking all her senses as that coil snapped inside her. He felt her clench around his finger and he helped her ride out the first orgasm of her entire life.

Maria’s body was shaking when he pulled away from the kiss and looked down at her. She was out of breath, her chest heaving, little droplets of sweat along her forehead, and body. He didn’t move his hand from where it was but stayed still as he looked down at her, smiling a little. Dean was rock hard and God did he want her. He wanted to feel her wrapped around his cock with her walls quivering and throbbing as he was deep inside her, but one thing Dean was good at, was restraint.

When she finally caught her breath, she looked over and up at him, speechless. All he could do was smile. He still hadn’t moved his hand away, “Can I do something else? Or, would you rather I stopped?” he asked in an intimate whisper, seeing the desire still in her eyes.

If only he’d asked her a simple yes or no question, she thought to herself, barely able to think with his hand where it was and how her body still felt like it was tingling all over, “The… uhh… the first one,” she answered, attempting to think through how her body felt.

He began kissing along her neck, slowly moving down her body, occasionally moving his thumb on her clit as her body moved on its own again. Her hips barely thrust into his touch. He smirked against her skin as he kissed down her chest, along the top of her breast, before he teased her nipple with his tongue. Her back arched again as she moaned his name, music to his ears, taking her nipple in his mouth, sucking, licking, even nibbling a little, loving the sounds that came from her mouth.

That coil in her stomach began building again with what he was doing and she moaned his name again. He felt her walls beginning to tighten around his finger, so he moved from her nipple and kissed tenderly down her stomach, moving his body as well. She was attempting to catch her breath when he left her nipple alone, but the cool air of his room against the dampness he’d left behind, kept it hard, and tingly.

Dean repositioned himself so that he was between her legs, gently spreading them further apart as his lips moved along her tattoo, causing her to moan again. He smirked against her skin again, kissing further down, then flicked his tongue where his thumb had been. She half sat up, and he glanced up at her, but he didn’t move. He watched her breathing heavily, then gently flicked his tongue over her little bundle of nerves again. It was almost too much for her, the sensation. Not in an overstimulation way, but the way electricity shot through her entire body, hitting every nerve along the way. She put her knees up, still half sitting up, and looked down at him finally.

He took note of the desire in her eyes and wrapped his other arm around her thigh, to hold her in place, firmly but gently before he sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. He never took his eyes off of her, then hummed, causing her to scream out his name as her body shook and she clenched around the finger he still had inside her. She had tried to squirm away from him, but he held her as he helped her ride out the waves of her orgasm, feeling how her body shook and spasmed in his grasp. She tasted amazing and he groaned at the thought of being inside her. His groan against her clit made her body spasm again before she lay flat on her back, out of breath.

Dean barely moved from where he was, “You okay Sweetheart?” he asked, smirking and proud of himself. But at the same time, he felt something else. He was her first, with all of this and that pulled at something in his heart.

“My God Dean…” she replied through a heavy breaths.

He chuckled a little, “And think, we’ve barely done anything,” he teased her playfully.

She looked down at him, furrowing her brow with a playful glare, “Smartass,” she teased him and laid her head back on the pillow again, still out of breath.

Dean smirked, then slowly slid a second finger inside her, still not going deep. He could feel her hymen and wasn’t about to break that without her consent.

“Mmmmm….” she moaned, her hips moving to meet his fingers, almost wanting to feel them deeper inside her.

He took a deep breath, gently stroking her thigh as he leaned his head on her other one, “If I go deeper… it might hurt, but not for long. I hope at least. I’m not sure how your sensitivity will affect that,” he told her, in the most comforting way and stopped moving his fingers. He wanted her to be able to think straight.

She took several slow, deep breaths. Maria knew what he was asking, telling her. She hadn’t planned to go that far and part of her felt nervous again. Dean felt the shift in how she was feeling, so he moved so that he was lying beside her again, slowly removing his fingers. He did lick them clean though, making her chuckle a little.

“I told you, your pace,” he smiled down at her. He was rock hard and he did want her but he wasn’t about to push her.

She took another, slow deep breath and looked up at him, pursing her lips together. The softness in his expression made her smile a little and the fire of desire in his eyes made her muscles tense in want. Maria bit her bottom lip as she turned onto her side to face him so he slid his hand onto her hip. First, she set her hand on his chest, as she looked into his eyes, then let her hand move down his body, feeling his muscles tense and flex under her touch. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying not to moan at how soft her touch was against his skin.

There had been plenty in her research earlier that had helped her understand not only what he wanted but also what he needed. She leaned closer, kissing his neck, moving her hand further down, and opened his towel. Her fingers played along his skin and she made sure not to tickle him as she moved lower still. He gripped her hip a little tighter when he felt the side of her hand brush against his hard cock, making it twitch. She smiled against the skin of his chest as she moved her hand so that her fingers started at his base, teasing up the side of his shaft, slowly, then back down the top of it. A low growl rumbled from his chest.

She gently wrapped her hand around him, not firmly, not yet. She moved her hand, up and down his shaft, causing him to moan again. He reached down and stopped her though, taking a moment to breathe before he looked at her.

“You don’t have to,” he tried to tell her, a bit gruffly, and she looked at him somewhat puzzled.

“But… I want to,” she replied, still slightly confused as to why he’d stop her.

He bit his lip before he let go of her hand, then gently moved her a bit so that her left foot was on the bed, her knee bent, and he slid his hand down, cupping her heat. Her hand twitched, gripping him a little firmer and he kissed her, deeply. Dean slid two fingers inside her but before he could stop, just before her hymen, she rolled her hips, pushing his fingers deeper inside her. There was minimal pain with how wet she was, but she still had to take a deep breath. He didn’t move his fingers and leaned his forehead against hers.

“Just breathe Sweetheart,” he told her softly.

She took a couple of slow, deep breaths. He felt her walls involuntarily clenching and unclenching around his fingers at the breaking of her hymen but also due to the spot his fingers had hit, within her. Dean waited until she relaxed before he slowly moved his fingers a little deeper, then slid them partially out. He did that for a few strokes until he felt her hips move into his hand, which pushed his fingers even deeper inside her. She moaned quietly, slowly moving her hand over his cock again as it twitched in her hand. Dean continued to go slow with his fingers, and once he was buried, knuckle deep, he curled his fingers, eliciting a moan as she arched her back, gripping him tighter. He growled lowly as he leaned down and kissed her.

This time the kisses were deeper, more passionate, and needy. He moved his hips with her hand as she moved her hips with his fingers. His thumb found her clit again, and as he rubbed it, he slid a third finger inside her, causing her to pull away from the kiss and moan his name. Neither of them had planned on this going this far, let alone further. She was tight around his fingers, and if she wanted more, he’d have to stretch her out or he knew he’d hurt her, and that was the last thing he wanted.

He slowed his movements and looked down at her again just as she looked up at him, a bit puzzled, but completely lost in the passion, “You okay?” she asked him, through a heavy breath.

Dean took a deep breath, “Yeah. I’m okay,” he replied softly, smiling a little. He wanted to ask her so badly to be inside her but didn’t want to push her.

She stopped moving her hand and tilted her head, just a bit, then bit her lip. She wasn’t sure how to ask him. Everything that went through her mind sounded completely stupid. So, she moved her hand off of his cock, then shifted a little and slid her arm under his side. That had made him move a little, lifting his side off the bed. She took the opportunity and used her arm to gently nudge him closer to her. He practically held his breath.

“You sure?” he asked, still checking in with her as his heart began to race at the thought.

She bit her lip, trying to keep herself from smiling too much, and nodded her head. Maria did want him but it was far beyond a physical level, and she knew it. Dean’s heart was pounding in his chest as he moved so that he was over her, still holding himself up with his arm, his fingers still inside her. He leaned down and kissed her as she put her arms around him, holding his body against hers. Go slow, he reminded himself again, moaning into the heated kiss. Dean played with her for a few more moments before he slid his fingers from her, now using both his elbows to hold himself up. She felt his hardness pressed against her thigh as he shifted between her legs, and she then felt him pressed against her core. Her walls clenched around nothing feeling the heat of his cock along her slit and clit.

Dean moved his hips so that he rubbed against her, and she attempted to arch her back again, moaning at the contact, but with their bodies pressed against each other, she didn’t move far. She moved her hips with his, then slid them down, just enough to where she felt his head at her entrance. He pulled away from the kiss and looked into her eyes, a silent question. She nodded, slowly moving her hips so that his head slid inside her a little. They both moaned at the feeling. He took a deep breath as he inched further inside her, pausing at times, giving her time to adjust to the feeling.

She felt like she was on fire, the coil in her stomach threatened to snap at any moment, just with the way he inched inside her. It felt more amazing than she could have ever imagined and she dug her nails into his back. Every time he made a noise it only turned her on further. All her nerves felt as though they were not only completely exposed but also electrified. When he finally bottomed out, he just stayed there, both of them breathing heavily for a moment as he laid his forehead against her shoulder. She felt so good wrapped around his cock he thought he’d come if he moved and needed a moment to calm down. Then she felt him twitch inside her, making her moan quietly, then rolled her hips, pushing him deeper.

Dean began moving, slowly at first, halfway out before going back deep inside her. Her nails dug into his back as he did so, and she moved her hips to meet his. The movements of their bodies only held her on the verge, never tipping her over. The whimpers and moans that came out of her mouth were music to his ears. He shifted his body again, so that he was more on his knees, holding her hips as he stayed deep inside her. He ground against her, hitting that sweet spot deep inside and she came undone, moaning his name. She clenched around him, and then her walls fluttered, clenching as her hips moved of their own volition, chasing the waves of her climax. He moaned her name, attempting to help her ride out her orgasm, but it was too much for him and he came, buried deep inside her, only intensifying her release.

He collapsed over her, barely able to hold himself up so he didn’t crush her with his weight. Both of them were breathing heavily and she held him close, in a gentle embrace. It had been powerful for both of them, neither wanting to move away from the other. Her body was shaky, still spasming occasionally, her walls clenched around him from time to time for the next minute, causing him to twitch inside her. That made her moan quietly when it happened.

Dean eventually slipped himself out of her and laid on his side next to her for a moment, just looking down at her, his eyes searching her expression, worried she may have regretted going so far so fast. She just smiled softly up at him, then caressed his cheek with her hand.

“I’m okay,” she told him, almost lovingly.

He smiled a bit, moving some of her hair behind her ear, then softly letting his hand move down her arm and rest on her hip, “So, no regrets then?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She giggled a little, “No. No regrets,” she replied, then bit her lip for a moment, “Dean… thank you… for being my first,” she told him, this time it was lovingly.

Dean leaned down and kissed her softly, intimately. She knew what he was trying to say and she kissed him back. Once the two caught their breath, Dean helped clean them both up. She found the gesture endearing. Then the two cuddled up, on his bed, under his covers. Sleep found them quickly and she’d completely forgotten she’d be meeting with Mari in her dreams that night.

----------------------------------------- A/N: This is my first attempt at SMUT, lol. Hope it's okay and you guys enjoyed it. I'm always up for some constructive criticism so feel free to leave me a comment. Thanks. Chapter 24 - Apple Pie

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Criminal minds X victim reader (One shot)

Summary: Y/n is the victim of a kidnapping and child fighting ring. She manages to escape and find the help of a few certain criminal profilers that she's heard of. she's a long way from home and needs help getting back

A/N: This is my first time posting something like this. I decided to just post this little part one to see if anyone would actually be interested at all, and if you guys like it ket me know and i can do a part two!

!WARNINGS!: mentions of violence and murder and kidnapping, crying

Y/n waited anxiously on the front steps of the Library. She had been watching and waiting and planning for a few days now. She knew what she had to do and she was scared, but she knew it was the right thing to do. As she saw the tall young man with messy brown hair walking up the steps she took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and stood up and approached him. He was about to pass her, not noticing her at first, so she called out to him

“Dr. Reid!” She called out. Dr. Spencer Reid turned back around and looked at her confused “You are Dr. Spencer Reid, with the Behavioral analysis unit of the FBI? Right?” Spencer cocked his head to the side and took a step closer to the unfamiliar girl

“I’m sorry, have we met before?” Being stopped by a 15 year old girl who he’d never seen before wasn’t on his list of things that planned to do for the day, but here he was anyways

“Umm, no, sorry. I’ve read about your work, and your team’s work. Umm, My name is Y/n. Y/n L/n” Y/n said nervously “I would shake your hand but I have this thing with germs, I-i don’t really- It’s just- strangers, ya know?” Y/n rambled on quickly

“No no, its okay Y/n, I’m the same way” Spencer said in an attempt to calm her down. She was clearly panicking, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. Spencers words did help though. Only a little bit, but they helped

“Umm, I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute?” Y/n asked. Spencer checked his watch for a moment and then nodded. Y/n smiled and they stepped off the steps to a few tables that were on the sidewalk outside the library. Y/n shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She was scared. She knew that she needed to tell someone and get help and that this might be her only shot, but she was still scared. She didn’t want to get in trouble. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t but still

Spencer was of course taking in all the details he could about this interaction and about y/ns behavior. He noticed how nervous she was, the shifting in her seat, checking her surroundings, picking at her skin. But he also noticed things about her appearance. He hair was dirty and tangled. Her clothes were worn, and she had bags under her eyes. Given the strange nature of the interaction alone, he was set slightly on edge from the beginning. Coupling that with the bad feeling he had in general and with how much this interaction reminded him of one he’d had with a young boy years prior, he was not feeling great about this so far. But nevertheless, he sat, and he waited for her to speak so he could listen

“You know a lot about the law and stuff, and I just needed to know, umm… If someone kills someone who was going to kill them, will they still go to prison?” Spencer could feel the color drain from his face at Y/n’s question. Spencer leaned forward slightly and spoke quietly

“Y/n… Did you kill someone?” He asked, worry and dread laced in his words. Y/n was avoiding eye contact and picking at her fingers. The thoughts and memories of everything that she’d been through caused her eyes to tear up. She opened her mouth to speak but her words got caught in her throat. All she could do was nod her head slightly as she kept her gaze fixed on her hands which were set in her lap. Spencer leaned back in his chair and ran his hand over his face letting out an exasperated and bewildered sigh. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” Y/n kept her eye fixed on her hands, but nodded her head again slowly. As she gained her composure Spencer did the same. After a few more moments, Y/n spoke

“A while ago, I think a month or so, someone grabbed me on my way home from school. They took me to this place… I was cold and it smelled like mold and gasoline. There was someone there when I got there, a boy, my age. At first we just talked for a few days, tried to find a way out. But then the person… they came back…” As she spoke her voice kept breaking and Spencer could tell just how hard talking about this was. “They said that one of us had to… One of us had to die… or he was gonna kill both of us” As the words left Y/ns lips she broke down and started sobbing. Spencer got up and walked around the side of the table to Y/n. He knelt down in front of her and put his hand on her shoulder

“Y/n look at me.” He said firmly. Y/n lifted her head to look at Spencer. He looked at her with compassion and empathy, but he was still being firm and being very serious “I need you to tell me what happened next?” Y/n nodded and continued through her tears

“ I didn’t want to hurt him, but her came after me with a rock he found on the ground…” Y/n closed her eyes tight as the memories started coming back stronger. She pushed through and kept talking “I didn’t want him to die, I just wanted him to not hurt me… after it was over, someone came in and took him away… They brought someone new in every few days…” Y/n could keep going anymore and the sobs started coming through again. This time Spencer pulled her into a hug and let her cry into his shoulder. At first Y/n just sat there crying, but after a few moments she grabbed onto Spencer and hugged him as tight as she could

“It’s okay Y/n. It’s not your fault. You did what you had to do to survive, and you’re safe now.” Spencer tried to comfort her the best he could, but she just needed to cry for a while and have someone hold her. Spencer just kept telling he that she was safe and that it wasn’t her fault. Eventually Y/n stopped crying and Spencer stood up. “Y/n will you come with me to talk to my team?” Y/n looked at him scared. She stood up from her chair abruptly and was mentally preparing herself to run, reprimanding herself for trusting the authorities. Spencer realized he had scared her and tried to explain “You’re not in any trouble. I just want to do whatever we can to make sure that the people who did this to you get caught. And I want to make sure you get home safely” Y/n looked at him cautiously for a few more moments before relaxing again and nodding. Spencer smiles at her and the two of them head off to the BAU

People were looking at the two of them very strangely on the way in the building, but Spencer just quickly guided her inside and to his unit. Spencer’s team members gave him some odd looks as they saw him marching Y/n in as well, but he ignored it all, taking her straight up to Hotch’s office. Agent Hotchner was on the phone and looked at Reid shocked when he barged in with no knock or explanation with some random kid

“Reid, What the hell is going on, I’m in the middle of-” Spencer cut him off

“With all due respect sir that can wait, you need to hear this” Hotch Was shocked, but the look on Spencer’s face said everything he needed to know to hang up the phone without asking a single follow up question. Spencer explained everything you has told him to Hotch and to say he was speechless was an understatement. Y/n, Reid, and Hotch, spent upwards of the next hour talking about everything. Talking about when this happened, talked about how Y/n wasn’t even from Virginia, she was from Pennsylvania. How many kids had come in and out while Y/n was there. And most importantly, how Y/n escaped

“Alright, tell me one last time Y/n” Agent Hotchner said

“After I was there for a while I decided that I wasn’t going to play theri sick game for them anymore, and I needed to escape. So when they made me and the next kid fight, I pretended to lose. Then they dragged me out and left me in the middle of the woods” Reid and Hotch looked at each other as if having a silent conversation before looking back to Y/n. “I started running and I ended up in this city”

“Y/n, do you think you would be able to take us to the place they left you?” Y/n thought hard for a moment before shaking her head

“I don’t remember where it is, I’m sorry.”

“Thats okay” Hotch said

#criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x victim reader

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gergthecat · 4 months

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Reunion - Dual POV Saedii/Tyler

Saedii

Tyler Jones is the opposite of everything I’ve ever stood for. Tyler Jones is stubborn and competitive. Tyler Jones is all of my thoughts. Tyler Jones is beautiful. I saw him last during our call four days ago. He gazed at me with that prideful look on his face. The look that shows me he knew I would join him in his fight; he knew I would come around.

He seems injured, and unfortunately, I seem to care. We have won our battle, and my fleet’s course is now set to Aurora Academy to meet him.

In a daze, I wander my ship in the night, and as I pass the MEDbay, I remember our time together. The press of his body against mine, his soft lips leaving warm trails along my neck. We are folding, yet the stained grays only barely dull the glowing ache for him to once again be by my side. I revolve back around to my quarters, remembering the urge to call and to hear the smooth warmth of his voice. Reaching into my wardrobe, I grab nightclothes that I have worn the past week. They are stiff and rough against my skin, nearly suffocating. In stark contrast, my bed is cool and velvety, although, perhaps I am just tired.

Tyler

Of all the things I’ve come to expect being awoken by, my bleeding sister is not one of them. Even in the thick of the war, Scar was never much of a bruiser. This is why, when I open my eyes to find her sitting across from me in the MEDbay holding a wet cloth up to her bleeding, purple nose, my first thought is that something serious is going down.

Only when I turn my head to the right do I see the presumable cause for my sister’s disorderly state: Saedii Gilwraeth. Just as I’m about to question what exactly happened here, First Paladin Erien McStabbyface walks in looking even worse for wear than Scar. He’s got a huge, deep purple bruise on his right cheekbone, and his lip and chin are split and slowly oozing violet down his throat. He looks at Scarlett, then me, and finally, Saedii, not quite meeting her eyes. There’s an awkward silence until, finally, I ask, “Can someone please tell me the hells is going on?”

Erien’s head snaps towards me and Saedii’s eyes narrow in his direction. In my entire ( albeit short ) adult life, I have never been this confused. I cannot help but wonder:

If somehow, my sister beat Erien up and

Why Saedii is here

“Tyler Jones,” Seadii says, nodding to the door.

I start the little wiggle-dance that I do whenever I have to leave my bed and fall into my wheelchair. I can walk, but using my chair is so much easier, and I can’t say I don’t feel a tickle of excitement when Saedii looks concerned. She watches as I struggle past her through the door.

Finally escaping the MEDbay, she sits, crossing her legs, on a bench in the hallway, now just below eye level.

“They got into… a disagreement, of sorts,” she starts.

“Yeah, I figured. But Erien seems more injured than Scar is. I don’t believe MY sister could come out on top in a fight with him.”

“She didn’t. They were arguing in the docking bay; she insulted him, and he retaliated via a strike in the nose.”

“And?”

“And I slashed him,” she says, looking away.

I’m almost too shocked to ask, but I do anyway, “Why?”

“Why not? It would’ve caused an uprising. Kaliis was ready to go up against him, and I prefer my subordinates living.”

“Kal wouldn’t do that, he’s not like you,” I mumble, immediately realizing my mistake. She narrows her eyes at me, and I hurry to devise a sufficient apology.

“Like me? What exactly does that mean, Tyler Jones?”

“Nothing, I-I didn’t mean it like that, Saedii. I just- Maker- I just meant that he’s not as hot-headed as you,” her eyebrows raise dauntingly high, “err, he’s more, I don’t know, calm, I guess.”

I expect her to insult me or walk away; instead, she softly smirks, and before I know it, I’m laughing, and she’s quietly chuckling, too. I barely get to enjoy the pleasant moment before she abruptly stands, and when I think she’s about to storm away, she leans down and kisses me. I’m shocked only for a moment before the hunger takes over. My left hand tangles into her braids and my right presses on the small of her back to awkwardly pull her down into my lap. Hers cup my cheeks and lightly stroke below my closed eyes. The kiss isn’t like anything we’ve had before; it’s soft and sweet and bright and warm. It feels like The Maker Themself crafted us to fit perfectly together. My hand slowly rubs up and down her back, hugging our chests tightly together.

At last, she pulls away, and I see that her ears are bright purple, although I’m guessing my cheeks aren’t much better. She looks freaking adorable. We’re both breathing heavily, and as my forehead finds hers, I feel her mind leaking into mine. Her beautiful violets and reds and golds shimmering against my yellow and orange. She lets me see her mind candidly, without her iron armor. The moment is absolutely perfect—that is, until Scarlett marches out of the MEDbay and audibly gasps at what she’s interrupted. Saedii instantly separates, jumping to her feet. This would all be fine if I weren’t in my chair because the momentum of her standing sends me rearing backward and threatening to fall. They both reach out to stop me, Saedii just barely catching my outstretched arm before I hit the floor. Scar snickers, and Saedii gives her a glare that could pierce a star.

“I just wanted to tell you not to yell at her; it wasn’t her fault,” Scar clarifies, which I might have been able to laugh at had I not just taunted death.

“I know better than to yell at her; last time I did that, Erien stabbed me.”

Scar looks at me, and then at Saedii, who just shrugs.

“Okay then, I’ll leave you two sweethearts alone,” she turns back to Saedii, “Go easy on him.”

And she does leave us alone. We just barely make it back to my quarters before we’re stumbling onto my bed and she’s ripping my shirt off. I definitely prefer alone.

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wren-dust · 1 year

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train ride naps and cuddles

mingi x gn!reader

Warnings: i’ve never written a fanfic in my life much less x reader so please tell me what you think and if you have any ideas on what else i should write as well.

the both of you were sitting on a train on your way to visit your parents house. you were currently sitting across from each other originally thinking it was better to have room to lay down and take a nap rather then being on top of each other. although you are slowly realizing that it was a bad idea. see you already have trouble sleeping and for some reason the train seats are making it even harder to fall asleep although it could be the worn leather on the seats causing issues or maybe it’s all the loud noises from the other passengers but for whatever reason you can’t seem to fall asleep. giving up on sleep you sit up to see if your boyfriend was awake but just your luck he was fast asleep and looking very comfortable despite him being a little to big for the train seat. standing up and grabbing the blanket you were originally using you decided to poke at your boyfriend to try and get him to wake up so you could lay next to him or well most likely on top of him. so you start poking at him. once, no movement, twice, not even a twitch, slowly getting more and more annoyed you start poking him slightly more aggressively. by the fifth poke (the other two having the same reaction as the first two) he moves slightly at first only to start laughing at you. slightly confused as to why he was laughing you poke home once more just incase he was sleeping and you asked him why he was laughing.

“i’ve been awake the entire time my love i never fell asleep.” he states in between his laughter.

you stare at him for a second before getting even more annoyed with him.

“so you just let me sit and poke you knowing i was trying to wake you?” you snapped at him. he starts to calm his laughter and finally opens his eyes to stare into yours.

“i was going to tell you love but, you kept poking me and it was cute so i was going to wait a bit.” he explains while sitting up and looking at you. you shoot him a look that meant to look intimidating but he just found it adorable.

“i’m sorry love but i’m not pretending to sleep now so what did you want?” you look at him before turning around.

“on second thought i’ll just go go back to sleep on my seat.” you state as you lay in the seat still facing away from him.

after you said that it got silent and you thought he let it go. well until you felt a weight on top of your legs. you look to the see mingi sitting on your legs giving you the cutest look.

“ i’m sorry my love it won’t happen again but i can’t sleep without holding you.” he admits to you. you wiggle a bit so you can shift and he gets the hint to stand up. once he stands up you turn around your body facing him completely. after you adjusted you started to scoot as far back as you could go before moving the blanket back just enough for him to come cuddle you. he lays down facing you and putting his head on your chest as he lays against you.

you both lay there comfortably wrapped in each others arms as you both fall asleep completely.

#mingi x reader #ateez mingi #gn!reader #fluff

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thefangirlofhp · 2 years

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5. forest

“You don’t have to be here.”

“Neither do you.”

“But I want to.”

“So do I.”

Her expression softens, into something kinder and understanding—dare he think: forgiving?—as she collects her breath in short heaving gasps and intermissions of held-in air. She purses her lips, clutching her hips as she regards him with sharp eyes whetted with knowing him keenly. It’s surely a vulnerability of his which he is neglecting attending to—to be read and understood inexplicably by what is practically a stranger compared to his daily acquaintances and friends. Sometimes he just never wanted to know why or how, just to bask in the fact that it is. Inexplicably so, remarkably so. Is he at fault for wishing she be his mate, or destined to, only to have a simple and easy explanation as to why suddenly his trials and griefs have been resolved—to be finally seen and understood in a way that cleared this sea of confusion and lonely anxiety?

She taps the earth with the toe of her boot, absent mindedly nudging something into the soil as she stares at him. He who stands before her, as helpless as a subject before his king, with soil dusting his boots and his heart wildly battering around in his chest. Wordless, quietly staring back.

Then she smiles, her face breaking into an expression that sucks the breath from his lungs. “Well then, I hope you can catch up.”

A smile of his own. Birds are chirping above in the thicket of trees interlacing branches and leaves with one another. “Beg your pardon, I’m not the one who isn’t in shape.”

Her eyes gleam. “You’d be surprised,” she says softly and then, she is gone.

In a startle of disturbed earth and crunched leaves that he hardly notices the way she shoots off like a deer escaping a predator. The bewilderment causes him seconds delay before he goes after her, a grin stretching his lips. She runs as agile as a woodland creature, and he is caught with the imagery of her long hair flying behind her like a banner. The light brown nearly chestnut in the shade, her speed, disappearing between green like a whisper in the air and a forgotten promise. He chases her the way he sometimes imagines doing in his dreams, the way he often chases a hope he has no intention of catching. But she. This. This is something he intends to catch up to, to meet. The desire keen and almost painful in his ribs. Cuts off his breath, makes his abdomen clench—oh wait, no that’s from running a length of time without warming up.

“I’ll excuse it for old age,” her soft voice chirps, when he skids to a sudden halt besides her and has doubled over in the attempts to return balance to his innards. A self-demeaning laugh escapes him. “How are you doing?”

“My ego is a little bruised,” Azriel laughs shortly. “I should like to at least have a tie. But I’m all-right. I never liked running.”

Elain smiles, with her flushed face and her brown leathers scratched and dusted. He wonders where she got the outfit from; the kind of cheap leathers a common merchant would put together; pants a little loose fitting, a white tunic tucked beneath a vest of brown that is bunched with a belt at her waist. They look well-worn. She looks comfortable in them.

“Why?” she asks curiously, gathering her loose hair and twisting it around.

“It’s pointless,” he straightens up. “What are you running from?”

She slowly drops her arms, the coiled hair bouncing down her back, and her smile takes on a more encrypted meaning. Something to instantly convey what she isn’t finding words for. She lays a flat palm over her heart and shrugs a little.

“I don’t know,” she responds honestly. “Only that it feels like freedom, like I am one of the birds I dream about, and nothing is holding me. Not even my body. I cannot feel any limits, and the sky’s the only roof to touch. Does that make sense?”

He swallows through a dry mouth, and nods. Nods again. He imagines it’s the same feeling that had him speaking to the shadows, a desire to be somewhere else, or anything else. To escape the confines of one’s own mind and body.

“Of-course I always come back,” she adds, looking around the forest. “Earth’s too beautiful not to pause and admire it, isn’t it?”

A soft smile turns his lips. “It is.”

Elain smiles. “Walk back with me?”

“I’ll race you back.”

Amusement lights her face. “Oh-ho-ho, the heavy old man is going to take his chances against the smaller, nimble creature?”

“What have you got to lose?”

Elain steps up to him, her mouth parting as she chooses her words. When she locks eyes with his, he goes dizzy, and he doesn’t know if those doe eyes staring up into his are her or a hallucination of a fawn. Too similar. He blinks, as cheek appears in those eyes and when he blinks again, Elain’s gone. Her laughter the only trail leading him to where she’s gone.

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c-rose2081 · 2 years

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Starchild || 11. Heaviness

(Disney Z-O-M-B-I-E-S)

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Zed felt heavy and worn down.

His body was aching more than usual, and his head felt as though it was ready to split in two and spill his brains out. Morning practices were the worst. Not only was it cold, but there was dew still on the field meaning the smell of mud was now plastered inside his nose. The night had been sleepless; mostly just worried thinking about anything and everything that wasn’t related to sleeping.

He thought about his mom; how much he missed her. He thought about Zoey, not having the female role model in her life that she really needed now that she was getting older. He thought about dad, and how hard he worked for so little, but also about how he had to continue on without the love of his life. And — naturally — Zed thought about A-ddison. Because when wasn’t he thinking about her? She was everything he wasn’t. Clean, smart, beautiful, and so sweet it made his heart yearn for her attention. He was just a cranky Zombie kid with nothing but football in his future.

Not only had A-ddison fallen from the sky perfect, but she was an expert at blending in. She was already far more adapted to human life than Zed had been back when Zombies were first invited to Seabrook High. She was a Cheereader now, and the lost daughter of the Mayor. The MAYOR. One of the most important people in their town (who also happened to be part alien. Surprise!). Suddenly, Zed felt very self-conscious about himself. Not just about his clothes, either, but about his attitude in general. He wasn’t social, or really all that great at making friends. He had Eliza and Bonzo who he’d known forever, but no one else had really earned his full trust since then.

Sure he was popular, but he never asked for that. He didn’t want to be liked just because he could throw a ball and knock people over. It was an awfully brutish way to get attention, now that he thought about it. A-ddison was a natural at meeting new people — there was just something buzzing around her that made people enjoy her presence. Zed wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt addicted to its draw. The loss he felt at Addy leaving with Mayor Wells the night before to spend some time together was immense. Probably another reason why he felt like his ribs had been packed full of sand, and sawdust was coming out his ears.

“…well, you look like you just crawled out of a grave.”

Zed groaned in annoyance, lifting his head to sneer at the werewolf now standing before him.

“I’m trying to tan, dog. You’re blocking my sunlight.”

“That’s funny for a dead guy,”

“Undead guy,” Zed corrected, “if we were actually dead, you’d lose your lunch. What do you want, Wyatt?”

“Hm,” Wyatt huffed, strolling to the outside table which Zed had settled at the minute practice ended, “a little birdie told me you’ve got a new girlfriend.”

“It’s not exactly a secret,” Zed scoffed, frowning as Wyatt rested one knee up on the bench directly across from him, “pretty sure all of Seabrook knows by now.”

“Maybe. But a dogs nose knows, ya know?” Wyatt insisted, tapping the end of his nose with a finger.

“No. I feel like I’m dying; I really don’t have the patience for riddles, fleabag.”

“You’re keeping secrets, that’s what,” Wyatt growled, “the pack doesn’t like secrets.”

“What I do isn’t any of the pack’s business,” Zed snarked back, “why do you care about my relationship status, anyway? Jealous I’m taken?”

“As if,”

“Sure doesn’t sound that way.”

“I’m saying, zom-boy, that if you keeping secrets threatens our Moonstone? I’ll be sure that you really are dead meat walking, capisce?”

“Where exactly is this coming from?” Zed wondered in genuine confusion, lifting a notched brow, “you don’t even know who I’m dating, do you? Just that I am.”

“Maybe. But you’re always meddling in things you shouldn’t be,” Wyatt explained, “so I’m giving you a warning. You know, from guy to guy?”

“Right,” Zed rolled his eyes, “cause this interaction has been purely good will.”

Wyatt growled in annoyance, but turned to look at something across the quad.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” he mused, causing Zed to turn and look in that direction as well. A-ddison was getting out of a fancy blue car, practically glowing in the morning light and reflecting the sun with her brightness and apparent love of pastel pink.

Zed didn’t think A-ddison could shake him any more than she already did, but today she was positively beaming, bright blue eyes glistening, and pale blond curls kept behind her ears by the cheer bow in her hair. Mayor Wells exited the car as well. She handed a box of something to A-ddison before kissing her on the crown of the head, cradling her face in both hands. As newly reunited mother and daughter separated, it didn’t take A-ddison more than a second to spot Zed (who made sure he was as close to the front of the school as possible).

“Zed!” She greeted happily, quickening her pace to meet him, “hi!”

“Morning Addy,” he smiled at her, rising from his bench with a small grunt of pain, “you look nice today.”

“Thank you! Mom and I stopped to get a new dress before school; she says it takes up less energy to have something called a wardrobe, so I don’t have to change so much.”

“Right,” Zed agreed, moving to slip both hands into his pockets only to have A-ddison saddle up easily into his side. The only place he could put his arm was around her, which was more than comfortable, if not way more intimate than yesterday.

“Is this a friend of yours?” Addy wondered, finally spotting Wyatt who was staring very intently at her. Zed didn’t like how focused his wolf eyes were, like he was sizing up a rabbit or deer to chase.

“This is Wyatt, he’s a Werewolf.”

“Werewolf. That’s right, you told me about them,” A-ddison mused faintly, tilting her head, “it’s nice to meet you, Wyatt. I’m Addison.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Wyatt drawled, showing off his fangs, “welcome to Seabrook.”

A-ddison smiled back, glancing up to look at Zed as she opened the tupperware given to her by Mayor Wells.

“Mom and I made these last night. She said Grandma was really good at them.”

“Cookies!” Zed laughed, reaching into the box to pick up a baked disk and observing it, “did you sleep at all? You’re practically buzzing.”

“Not really. We fell asleep watching something called a movie? It’s on the…screen-thing,” Addy insisted, forgetting the word for television and causing Zed to laugh as he took a bite of the cookie and moaned.

“Addy, oh my god, these are so good.”

“Mom did most of the work,” A-ddison chuckled, lifting a hand to show off the bandages across her fingers, “I just burned myself on the cookie sheets. Wyatt, do you want one?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” the wolf said, reaching into the bin with his claws, “you made em?”

“I’ve never made cookies before,” Addy told him, bouncing on her heels with a gleam in her eye, “it was so much fun.”

“We should probably head in. You still need to get your schedule,” Zed remembered, glancing at his z-band which told the time, “we have a bit of time before first period.”

“Alright. Will I see you inside, Wyatt?”

Zed frowned at the question, but smiled triumphantly as the wolf shook his head, seemingly downcast as he looked at his cookie, flipping it between his claws.

“Nah. We wolves just like to hang around out back; keeps things interesting. You need something, drop my name.”

“I will,” Addy nodded, “bye Wyatt.”

“Wolf.” Zed mumbled flatly as Wyatt smirked at him and gave a small salute.

“Dead guy.”

And off he went, vanishing quickly into the trees nearby as A-ddison blinked and shook her head.

“You don’t seem very much like the traditional definition of friends,” she admitted, “was I incorrect in my assumption?”

“It’s…eh, complicated,” Zed shrugged, beginning to walk with A-ddison back towards school, “we aren’t really friends. I guess you could say it’s more like unwilling acquaintances.”

“I see,” Addy mused hesitantly, not saying much else on the subject. She was either mulling it over in her mind in order to decipher what that meant, or simply didn’t have much else to include. For a while it was just a comfortable silence between two friends. Zed liked having A-ddison beside him again, and he stole another cookie to munch on while they wandered along. But eventually he spoke up, needing to figure something out before reaching Principle Lee’s office.

“Uh, A-ddison, I have a question.”

“Yes?”

She looked up at him with those baby blues and nearly sent him to the floor. Why was she so freaking blinding? It made it so hard to focus on anything but her, “Zed?��

“Huh?”

“You had a question?”

“Yes, sorry. Yesterday, you called me…babe, and kissed me. And I was just kinda wondering where that came from?”

A-ddison paused her walk, furrowing her brows up into her hairline.

“Yes. Is…that not what a girlfriend is supposed to do?”

“Well I mean it is, b-but we…I just…”

“Zed, I know being involved is part of the plan and is not a permanent fixture in our friendship. However, Zoey informed me that in order for it to be very believable, nouns of endearment and physical affection via the lips should be exchanged frequently.”

Pet names and kissing. Right. Typical boyfriend and girlfriend behavior.

“What does Zoey know about that?” Zed grumbled, “she’s twelve.”

“She seemed very knowledgeable to me, and I thought I’d try her advice. It worked well, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Zed agreed with a sigh, “really well.”

A little too well actually, because now all Zed wanted to do was kiss her back. He was curious what her delicate pink lips tasted like…he knew she borrowed some cherry, glitter lip-gloss from Bree the day before.

“Zed?”

“Wha?” He shook out of the intrusive thoughts, “sorry.”

“You seem awfully distracted,” A-ddison observed, intertwining her fingers with his and squeezing gently, “are you alright?”

“F-fine…totally…”

Zed stared into his Alien friends face, getting lost quickly in her eyes. They were deep and sparkling, as though she had trapped the whole universe of stars inside them. Cautiously, he leaned in a bit. She smelled really nice today; something sweet, like the cookies held in her arms. They were so close, noses were almost touching. She wasn’t pulling away from him…could he…?

“Ahem?”

Both teens jumped away from one another. A-ddison ducked her head, and Zed nearly fell into the wall as Principle Lee stared at them intently.

“H-ey, Big Lee,” Zed greeted her with a small salute, trying to stay casual while his palms were getting slimy from embarrassment, “we were just coming to see you.”

“Uh-huh? I can see that,” the woman drawled, seeming a bit amused if nothing else, “awfully brave to study one another directly outside my office? Most students do that in more private environments.”

“We were just talking,” Zed mumbled, shoving both hands into his pockets, “you know…about stuff?”

“Yes, well. A word to the wise, ‘stuff’ should probably be discussed out of the view of your Principle, hm?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Now, Addison,” Principle Lee turned to the girl, who glanced up at her sheepishly, “I was informed of your…unique…circumstances by the Mayor. It will be kept confidential until you decide you want to share it with others. Though I must warn you that talk travels very quickly in this town.”

“I understand, ma’am.”

“Very well. We have a few more things which need to be discussed in private, so if you’ll please come with me?“

“Of course,” Addy agreed, “Zed?”

“We’ll meet up for lunch,” he told her, seeing the wariness caught in her eyes, “same spot as this morning, kay?”

“Ok. I’ll see you later.”

Zed smiled, once again caught off guard as A-ddison grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down to her level. It was just a cheek peck this time — she probably felt he was uncomfortable with the lip kissing after their conversation — but it still sent fireworks through his stale blood. He immediately reached to cup the area with his palm, watching her follow Principle Lee back into her office. The last view he had was the bow in her hair, the bounce of her turquoise curls, and the swish of her skirt. He stood there for a while, jaw slackened as he fell to rest against the nearest wall of lockers.

What in zombies name was she doing to him?

Zed spent plenty of times around girls. They tended to flock around him, after his popularity and status. They did nothing but make him squirm. A-ddison was nothing like that. She was magnetic…addictive. Having her next to him was like holding onto a charged battery. It electrified him, completely and totally. All of the exhaustion from morning practice was gone. The pain, the ache, the feeling of slowly being crushed under the weight of the world. Gone. A single glance from those sapphire irises made him feel like a new zombie.

Glancing down at his wrist, the black veins had faded. They were faint now against his pallor, unlike just after practice where they were bulging, painful, and rashy. It was the second time such a thing had happened, he realized internally. Addy touched him, and his pain went away. He also dropped down to the IQ of a trash can, and had the eloquence of a beached seal during these moments. But the pain was gone, like she had simply pulled it off him like a sheet and took it with her.

Sighing heavily, Zed flopped to the floor. He banged the back of his head against the lockers a few times, cursing himself.

He didn’t think being ‘just friends’ was working out very well.

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Abe no Yasuchika Main Story — Chapter 16

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After sending the little boy back to his mother…

Yasuchika and I were walking through the city of Kyoto.

Yuno: The festival is ending soon.

Yasuchika: Yeah. The stalls are starting to close up and blowing out their lights.

Yasuchika grabbed my hand to prevent me from getting swept away by the crowd.

(Ah.)

Yasuchika: I will never leave you alone on the streets at night ever again.

Yuno: … Thanks.

My cheeks grew hot at the way our fingers gently entwined.

(The black magic incident caused me to feel uncomfortable being around Yasuchika…)

But at that moment, I felt closer to him.

(Saving me was probably an easy task for him. But…)

(I don't think his kindness was fake.)

— The meeting Ashiya Doman told me about was due to happen the next day.

After the meeting, Yasuchika could turn into an enemy of the Shogunate… and myself.

(I don't want this day to be over yet.)

Yasuchika: …

Yasuchika: You didn’t get the chance to enjoy yourself to the fullest at the festival, right?

Yasuchika suddenly spoke to me.

Yuno: Yeah but it’s fine because I did get a chance to walk around! I didn't buy any souvenirs, though.

Yasuchika: Souvenirs, hm…

Yasuchika: If it's alright with you, why don't we take a look at the shops that are still open?

Yuno: Can we really do that?

His suggestion brought a smile to my face.

Yasuchika: It’d be unfortunate if the only memory you have of the festival is the ayakashi causing trouble.

Yuno: There's that, but it's not exactly a bad memory… because I can always think about how you came to my rescue.

Yasuchika: — Is that so?

Yuno: Yup.

I turned my eyes away from him and looked around the city.

Perhaps it was the aftermath of the festival, the air around us felt comforting.

Yuno: Oh, that shop over there.

Yuno: It's still open!

The two of us made our way to the shop and were greeted by a variety of colorful items.

Yuno: This kumihimo is so pretty…

A kumihimo is something like a braided cord that's commonly used as an obijime (worn over the obi/sash of a kimono), it can also be worn as a bracelet. It's usually made using silk threads.

Shop Owner: This one is made out of silk.

Shop Owners: The ones we have over here can be worn as bracelets…

Shop Owner: They’re quite popular these days.

Yuno: Wow, that's amazing!

Yasuchika: Yuno, go on and pick one that you like.

(Hm?)

Yasuchika: Allow me to buy you a gift as an apology for putting you in harm’s way today.

Yuno: You don't have to! It's not your fault.

Yasuchika: I knew you’d say that. So please treat it as I’m doing this for my own sake.

Yasuchika looked down with a small smile.

Yasuchika: You’ve done a lot for me, and I want to repay you somehow.

Yasuchika: — While I still can.

(What do you mean by that…?)

Sensing my confusion, Yasuchika continued.

Yasuchika: It’s because I’ll have to return you to the Shogunate soon.

Yasuchika: … You’ll need some form of lucky charm to protect you during the war, right?

(How much truth is there in that?)

That question left unanswered made my heart hurt.

However…

Yuno: In that case… I’ll accept it. Thank you, Yasuchika.

I smiled at him, remembering how Yoritomo taught me to “just keep smiling”.

Yuno: A lucky charm from Yasuchika the great Onmyoji, nothing can make me feel safer than this.

Yasuchika: You flatter me.

(That definitely came from the heart.)

And yet it was said so casually.

(When did I start being so uncertain of my own feelings?)

(I can't decide whether or not to trust Yasuchika.)

As I swept my gaze across the items on display, one of the kumihimo caught my attention.

Yuno: Ah… that one.

Yasuchika: Do you like that color? Doesn't really seem like you.

Yasuchika was puzzled when he saw that I had chosen one that was made of a dark purple yarn.

Yuno: — Yes. I think this one is the prettiest.

(That color reminds me of you.)

I kept those words to myself, buried deep in my heart.

Yasuchika: If you say so.

Yasuchika handed the shop owner a few copper coins in exchange for the kumihimo.

Shop Owner: Thank you for your purchase!

We left the shop after exchanging pleasantries…

Yuno: Thanks for the lovely lucky charm, Yasuchika.

Yasuchika: You’re welcome.

Yasuchika: Ah, that's right. There’s another place I’d like to visit, would that be alright with you?

Yuno: …? Yeah, of course.

(We can still spend some time together.)

We kept walking, while chatting about all sorts of silly things…

The sounds of the lively crowd grew increasingly distant.

(The wind feels great.)

Yasuchika: You can get a panoramic view of the city from here.

Yasuchika brought me to the top of a small hill, away from the crowd.

Yuno: Is this the place you wanted to visit?

Yasuchika: Yep. I want to see how well the results of today’s work are.

(Today’s work?)

Yasuchika: Do you want to see it? Then close your eyes for a moment.

I closed my eyes as I was told…

I could feel Yasuchika covering my eyes with his palms.

Yasuchika: … Done. You can open your eyes now.

Yuno: Okay. … Oh!

The view of the city below us looked different from before I closed my eyes.

Yuno: The city is glowing!

The streets that looked like the lines on a GO board glowed faintly.

Yasuchika: I temporarily made your eyes capable of seeing them.

Yasuchika: Those are signs that the barrier has been successfully repaired.

Yuno: It's such a huge barrier…

Yasuchika: That's why there was a large-scale festival being held. I’m glad everything went smoothly.

Seeing it with my own eyes made me realize how great Yasuchika’s work truly was.

Yasuchika: Powerful vengeful spirits like Ashiya Doman might be capable of passing through the barrier, but it’ll at least block out their weaker underlings.

Yuno: Speaking of Doman… I wonder where he is.

Yasuchika: He should be hiding somewhere in the underworld and manipulating ayakashi to do work for him, but it's about time he made a move himself.

(That’s a big problem we can't turn a blind eye to.)

Yasuchika: I’m still thinking of ways to deal with Doman. But if it's me he’s coming for, then I have plenty of ideas.

Yuno: I see, that's nice…

I sighed, unable to ignore the anxiety filling my head.

I quietly looked down at the scenery below me for a moment.

Yuno: — This scenery must be something you see often.

Yuno: The wards you placed around the city are what’s protecting the people.

Yasuchika: …

Yasuchika: I’m not that heroic.

Yuno: But—

Yasuchika: Cleaning up the air that the people breathe is the bare minimum I should do as an Onmyoji.

Yasuchika: Whether or not they live a blissful and healthy life depends on the people themselves.

(You're always saying such things.)

(Everyone calls Yasuchika a genius, but he fails to recognise his own value.)

Still, the look in Yasuchika's eyes as he looked down at the glowing streets was filled with warmth.

He turned his gaze toward me, making my heart race.

Yasuchika: Give me your hand.

Yuno: Eh?

Yasuchika took my hand.

With skillful hands, he tied the kumihimo he bought earlier around my wrist.

Yasuchika: There you go.

Yuno: … Thank you.

The warmth of his touch on my wrist lingered on.

(I wanted to choose one that reminded me of Yasuchika.)

(I will always wear it, no matter what happens in the future.)

I felt myself being on the verge of crying.

(This feeling is… gosh, what should I do…)

— I could no longer ignore the emotions bubbling inside me.

(I’m…)

(I’m in love with Yasuchika.)

(That's why I’ve been feeling so lost and conflicted.)

Yasuchika: — Yuno?

Yuno: Oh, it's nothing.

(I have to keep smiling.)

Yuno: … Maybe I got moved to tears by how beautiful the city looks.

Yasuchika: … I see.

I barely managed to force a smile, but Yasuchika said nothing more.

(This is fine.)

(No matter what, I can’t let him know about my feelings for him.)

My new bracelet swayed in the wind, as if it were disagreeing with my decision.

Yasuchika: Are you feeling cold? The spell I put on your eyes is about to wear off, then we can head back to the mansion.

Yuno: Okay.

For the remaining time before the scenery returned to the usual view…

Yasuchika and I just stared at it in silence.

The next day…

I got summoned to the Imperial Court, and I strolled around the garden until it was time for me to go.

(The meeting Doman mentioned will be held today.)

(I’m sure the Shogunate’s spies are onto it now.)

As I continued walking while staring blankly into space…

???: … Ugh.

(Ouch.)

I bumped into someone who supported my body before I could lose my balance and fall.

Yoritomo: What are you doing, walking around like that?

Yuno: Lord Yoritomo!

Yoritomo: Now that I think of it, you also bumped into me the first time we met.

Yoritomo's smile disappeared the moment he took one look at my face.

Yoritomo: …

Yoritomo: — What's wrong? You don't look so good.

Yuno: N-Nothing’s wrong.

Yuno: Sorry for my absentmindedness. You arrived rather early, Lord Yoritomo.

While the spies look into the meeting, Yoritomo’s arrival at the Imperial Court will disrupt the passing of information between Yasuchika and his subordinates.

That was our plan.

(I was summoned because I have to submit a report about using my fox powers in Kyoto.)

Yoritomo: There's no one else here at the moment?

Yuno: Yasuchika should be busy making the necessary preparations to welcome you to the Imperial Court.

Yoritomo: Good. I was just making sure.

Yoritomo took out a small stone from his pocket.

Yuno: That's the work of Tamamo.

Whenever I had secret conversations with Yoritomo, he would bring out the stone that Tamamo had cast a spell on.

(Tammao said that the stone will break if one of Yasuchika’s shikigami or spells are nearby.)

Yoritomo: He says that it's getting easier for him to use his powers, although it doesn't last very long.

Yoritomo: Thanks to your efforts in exterminating the ayakashi in Kyoto, Tamamo is gradually regaining his powers.

Yuno: That's great to hear. I should thank Tamamo properly the next time I see him.

Yoritomo: Also, you don't have to worry about Tamamo. That fox is more energetic than ever.

Yoritomo: He even said “I can do anything as long as it goes against Yasuchika” with a hateful expression on his face.

(I can imagine him saying that!)

(But now we can chat without anyone eavesdropping.)

I took a deep breath and turned to Yoritomo.

Yuno: Hypothetically speaking, if it were to be confirmed that the Imperial Court is betraying the Shogunate… what will happen to Yasuchika?

Yoritomo: Not much we can do to the Imperial Court as a whole. But if it's Yasuchika himself, a death penalty is inevitable.

Yuno: …

Yoritomo: You might be thinking it's too cruel, but this is no small matter.

Yuno: … I understand.

(That’s why I’m so desperately hoping that all the suspicions will be proven false.)

Moreover, there is no way I can prove that Yasuchika is personally involved in the betrayal.

Yoritomo: As for the two men, “Akihito” and “Ibuki”, who have been seen frequently going in and out of Yasuchika’s mansion…

Yoritomo: I tried investigating their backgrounds, but found nothing at all.

Yuno: Erm…

I kept quiet even though it was Yoritomo standing before me, because Yasuchika told me to keep it a secret.

(Yoritomo also said before that it's fine to keep some information secret.)

Yoritomo seemed to notice that I was hesitant to respond.

Yoritomo: Yasuchika is a very cautious man.

Yoritomo: I won’t be surprised if he actually cast some sort of spell on you that will let him know if you break a promise you made with him.

Yoritomo: You can tell me about it another time.

Yuno: … Understood.

Yoritomo: Yuno. Regardless of the outcomes, your job here is done.

Yuno: It'll be too dangerous for me to continue living in Yasuchika’s mansion… right?

(Yoritomo knows that I won’t be taken hostage or killed until there's proof of the Imperial Court’s betrayal.)

Yoritomo: Correct.

Yuno: I unders—

(I wanted to say “I understand”, but I couldn't bring myself to.)

Yoritomo: Yuno.

Yoritomo’s sharp gaze pierced through me.

Yoritomo: Did you fall in love with Yasuchika?

Yuno: …!

Yuno: I…

(He noticed that too.)

Yuno: I’m sorry…

It was too late to try and hide anything.

Yuno: I know it's foolish of me… but I really don't have any intentions to tell anyone about my feelings for him.

Yoritomo: I had a feeling you were attracted to that man.

Yoritomo: But I chose to trust that you will remain loyal to the Shogunate.

Yuno: … Lord Yoritomo.

(That's how much he believes in me.)

The corners of Yoritomo’s lips lifted into a grin.

Yoritomo: I figured that it would be ridiculously obvious if you were to betray us and join their side.

Yuno: … I don't know how to respond to that.

Yoritomo: I will only ask you once.

Yoritomo: — Do you wish to cease your involvement in the battle, Yuno?

Yuno: There's no way I can do that…!

Yuno: Please let me stay as a member of the Shogunate.

I won't ruin the trust my friends have in me over a love that hurts.

Yoritomo: … You didn't even hesitate.

Yuno: Yeah.

Yoritomo looked at the way I let out a small laugh.

However, despite my efforts, my vision started to get blurry.

(Don't cry. You chose this path yourself.)

Yoritomo: … Idiot.

Yoritomo: What's with that face?

Just as Yoritomo reached his hand out to me…

The magic stone cracked.

(...!)

Yasuchika: Yuno? Lord Yoritomo?

We heard Yasuchika calling out to us, along with the sound of his footsteps on the grass.

My body turned stiff.

Yoritomo: He’s coming.

It was easy to quickly wipe my tears off my face, but not regain my composure instantly.

(I can’t let Yasuchika see me like this.)

(... If we see each other now, my mind will be swayed for sure.)

Yoritomo: — Don't worry. Just stay still for a while.

(Ah.)

Yoritomo sighed and grabbed my wrist to pull me toward him.

Yuno: Lord Yoritomo—

Yoritomo: Leave it to me to handle. You don't wish for Yasuchika to see you looking like this, do you?

He whispered in a low voice.

At the same time, Yasuchika found us.

Yasuchika: …!

Yasuchika: … Wow. You two are really bold.

Yasuchika: It’s almost time for the meeting, so I came to get you. Am I interrupting something?

— I thought Yasuchika’s tone sounded prickly.

But I couldn't bring myself to look at him and confirm it.

Yoritomo: Don’t say that. Look at how shy Yuno is now, she can't even look up.

Yoritomo: She’s deeply in love with me.

Yasuchika: … In love?

(What…?)

Yoritomo: I’ve been fond of this woman for quite a while, so I made a move the last time I visited your mansion…

Yoritomo: But she couldn’t give me an answer immediately, because of our difference in social status.

Yoritomo: I’m sure you noticed that Yuno has been worrying about something recently?

Yasuchika: …

Yasuchika: I guess.

(...! But if we use that as an excuse… he won’t suspect a thing…)

Yoritomo: At last, she gave me a response today, so we’re now officially in a relationship.

Yasuchika: — Is that true? Yuno.

(... I have to say something.)

Yuno: Y-Yes… I hesitated at first because I didn't think I was worthy.

I was certain that even though my voice was shaking, it would still push the narrative Yoritomo had written for me.

Yoritomo gently patted me on the back, seemingly trying to let me know that I did well.

Yasuchika: I see.

Yasuchika: So you're in love with Lord Yoritomo.

(— But in truth, the man I love is you.)

(Even though we can’t be together, I can never forget that fact.)

Yasuchika: Congratulations. You and Lord Yoritomo look good together.

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