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stirthewaters · 7 months

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Too Sharp to Touch pt.7

Word Count: 4.2k (I gotcha covered besties)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of guns, vomit, violence

Summary: After a long week of back and forth between you and Wednesday you have to go into the woods in search of your hidden textbooks.

Pairings: Wednesday x Reader

Too Sharp to Touch Masterlist

When you sat down at the dining hall for breakfast the first thing that happened before you even got to take a bite of your cereal was that what appeared to be a freshly-sharpened dagger was thrown with deadly accuracy straight at your shoulder.

Of course, you were able to dodge it; you were a werewolf - you basically had spidey senses thanks to your heightened hearing and sense of awareness but you still practically jumped out of your seat as you did so, your eyes landing on the hunk of metal now embedded in the wooden support behind you. When you glanced at the exit to the dining hall for the culprit you saw nobody there. Though you knew exactly who it was.

Your week had been a living hell. Wednesday knew. Of course she had found out. You knew your acting had been shit. And you had been an idiot to think you weren’t going to pay.

You had started out your lovely morning the day before, awaking to a hissing sound in your dorm room. It was subtle, and definitely not something you noticed at first. You had sat up in your tangle of blankets and looked around with groggy eyes, checking your watch and looking out your window to try and estimate the time, trying to figure out what had woken you in the first place. You’d slid out of your bed, and that’s when you heard a sickening rattling sound from right under the bedframe, knowing enough from your time in the woods exactly what it was.

You had performed what you personally thought to be a ninja skill level dodge, twisting on your heel in that new move Wednesday had shown you during lessons the other day, jumping out of the way and over onto the other side of the creature, grabbing the rattlesnake firmly behind the head while it thrashed about, hissing furiously and snapping at air. You had planned on disposing of it outside in the woods where it belonged but when it almost bit one of your fingers off you simply cracked it in half with a huff.

Rumor was the teachers were horrified to discover a dead snake in the trash cans.

You knew who it was the second you had seen the snake anyways. It wasn’t like you had left your window open and a rattlesnake so happened to somehow slither up a two story building to slip inside, half a mile away from where most snakes inhabited the woods.

No, you knew better than to think that.

And sure, you knew that you deserved this but you were never one to pass by some competition.

You had gone to YouTube on a search for some things, and after a painfully long day of watching multiple tutorials, with the help of a newly vengeful Thing (still mad over being falsely accused), you managed to not only replace Wednesday’s cello strings with guitar strings but you also managed to un-tune it, screwing the knobs not to the point of breaking, just enough to annoy the Addams. Thing had reported detail by detail that night his dramatic recollection of Wednesday’s annoyance and slight confusion when she picked up her bow to play the cello and was met with the realization that not only was her instrument untuned but somehow replaced with the wrong kind of strings.

You knew it was suicidal but you loved it.

After classes that same day you had headed back to your dorm to finish up a paper for tomorrow but when you sat down at your desk to start working, upon pulling open your drawer for your school supplies, not a single piece of paper or notebook was to be found. And instead, all that you saw were dog toys. The drawer was packed top to bottom with squeaky toys, tennis balls, and rawhide bones. You had been in surprise for a moment and honestly you thought it was a little funny, not really that offended. You’d been able to get rid of most of the toys, (you gave them to a thrifter in Jericho later on), but you did end up keeping one of them for yourself, though you didn’t tell anyone about it.

Your retaliation in response to the dog toy stunt was to put creamer in her coffee when you were sitting beside Wednesday at the study group, waiting giddily for the raven’s return from the shelves of the library. The goth had returned a few minutes later and sat down beside you at the desk, returning to her work. You had to wait a couple minutes before you saw her glance at her coffee to take a sip, and the look of disgust from the now sweet taste of what once was such a bitter coffee was quite enjoyable to you. Maybe you were a bit of a sadist, but you still had to pinch your inner thigh to keep yourself from giggling at the sight of the raven’s glare slowly shifting over to you. The rest of the group, if they’d noticed, would surely be confused but both you and the Addams knew exactly what was going on.

It honestly wasn’t too bad of a week now that you thought about it. Sure, you had to be on alert constantly but that was what your relationship with Wednesday typically consisted of. Just with a slight bit more murderous intent. Which, honestly, you didn’t mind. It felt good to be enjoying yourself, even if what you did consider ‘revenge’ was a little watered down compared to what Wednesday did. The only real time you had been in serious danger was yesterday.

You had been in botany class, doodling on your notes as you half-listened to the teacher, when you’d spotted a granola bar left discarded in the section under your desk, much to your relief. You hadn’t eaten much that day so it was a pretty damn lucky coincidence. You were completely unaware when Wednesday watched you eat the granola bar, eyes trained on your every move.

You’d been awake all night that night throwing up. Although the goth didn’t actually make an appearance that night you knew that Wednesday had tampered with the sealed granola bar you’d eaten, although when Thing arrived in your dorm with a bottle of water for you and some lame excuse that ‘it was his idea’, you had felt a little bit better. You had sent the hand back with a couple spare inks you had laying around as a thank you. That night overall had been somewhat of a trainwreck though. Only Wednesday Addams of all people could somehow tamper with a sealed granola bar. It was still puzzling to you how in the hell she’d managed to do that.

Not many students knew about the ongoing ‘war’, so you called it. It was a loose term and you didn’t take it very seriously. Enid and Thing knew, of course, and they just stepped back and let you two do whatever it was you were doing. As for the others…well…it was also funny to see their reactions. For example, when you were playing the game Mousetrap with Ajax, Bianca, and Divina in the quad the other weekend. It was your turn, and you’d accidentally set off the trap. Much to the others surprise the traps that’d been set up throughout the game were rigged, and when you turned the crank a small blade shot out from one of the plastic pieces, taking out a small chunk of flesh from your finger. It wasn’t deep but it still stung like a bitch and you had to go bandage your hand before you even considered playing the game again. A small compensation, though, was the look of horror and shock on the others’ face when the whole ordeal had occurred. Oddly enough that night you’d found a small tube of some sort of mystery cream on your bed, which, when smeared on your wound instantly took the pain away. You had no clue what was in it or where it’d come from.

So, today, you had to go and find where in the hell the vengeful Addams had put your school stuff. Although you had gotten all of those dog toys out of you way after a quick search of your dorm your textbooks were nowhere to be found, which, admittedly was a problem. Sure, you didn’t like to do schoolwork but it wasn’t like you didn’t need to do it. You were already late on a couple assignments so if you didn’t get your ass in gear you were going to be in trouble. You’d already looked in all the places you’d thought of but had come up dry, and you had no clues or context as to where they could be so you gave up and decided to just go to Wednesday and ask.

You knew that since it was early morning the Addams was awake. You had time before class to talk. Especially since you had just had a dagger practically thrown at your face. Well…your shoulder. Odd, considering you knew that a dagger in the shoulder definitely wouldn’t be a fatal wound.

After yanking said dagger from the plank of wood it was embedded in, you carefully held it so you wouldn’t accidentally stab yourself as you walked quickly out of the dining hall, cereal left behind and uneaten. The hallways weren’t as crowded as usual due to the early morning so it wasn’t hard for you to manuever through them, headed for where you knew Wednesday was. The Addams always sat every morning in the quad with a cup of bitter coffee, either writing in one of her notebooks or reading. And when you entered the almost gray area when you eyes fell upon the familiar spot, there she was.

The raven was seated stiffly on one of the benches by the wall, a book in hand and a cup of coffee at her side, still steaming and clearly fresh. She hadn’t been here long. And the second you stepped into the quad you didn’t miss her glance over in your direction. You had to stop yourself from starting to long as you shook your head and approached the goth, your eyes narrowed, huffing with frustration as you halted directly in front of her. Frustratingly enough, she didn’t make eye contact with you, purposefully ignoring you as she slowly and delicately turned a page in her book.

“Tell me where they are.”

“What a warm welcome,” Wednesday quipped with a raise of her eyebrow as her dark eyes never strayed from the pages. “It’s quite early for you to be awake. I expected worse of you.”

“Cut the shit and tell me where my books are, Addams.” You tapped your foot impatiently, silently debating whether or not to push her book away. “I don’t have all day.”

“Oh really?” Wednesday turned another page, perfectly manicured black nails lingering for a painfully long amount of time. “I assumed that you had an interest in playing games, Y/N. And though you might be somewhat adequate at playing your trivial…amusements on others, I, on the contrary, can assure you that you are inferior when it comes to being the subject of my dissatisfaction.” A hint of a smirk passed over her deadpan expression as she tilted her head slightly to finally look up at you. “Besides, I assumed you would appreciate my…tokens of appreciation towards your stunt.”

A small huff of annoyance passed your lips as you frowned slightly at the raven. “Look, we’ve been going back and forth all week and I just need my stuff back. Would it make you feel better if I said that I forfeit?”

Another page turned slowly, making your fists clench as Wednesday responded, “it was inevitable that you would accept defeat. Your blows were remarkably inferior.” She paused to take a sip of her coffee before her eyes once more met yours. “Seeing of your abilities I assume that you should be able to track out your possessions; I might recommend searching the north-western quadrant of the woods.”

Your eyes widened in frustration and annoyance. “That’ll take me half the day to search, how much ground to you expect me to even cover in the period of time that I have to work with?”

“Your senses are more than satisfactory for uncovering your works. If you use what you have of a brain then you should be fine.” The raven gave a slight roll of her eyes, returning back to her book, muttering. “Just don’t do anything foolish.”

“Yeah, yeah, glad to know you care so much.” You were poking at her now but you weren’t really paying attention when the Addams shot you the deadliest of glares, jaw tightening with frustration before returning to her book. You exited the quad, swerving down the hall. How in the hell were you going to do this alone? You had a lot of area to cover and only so much time before class started. Huffing, you picked up the pace as you powered through the halls. Your ears picked up a familiar scuttling sound from somewhere behind you, followed by a small tugging of your pants leg, making you turn and see none other than Thing.

“What do you want, Thing? I don’t have much time.” You paused your walking so the appendage could tap rapidly without having to move at the same time. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll deliver your lotions tonight, okay? I can’t right now but I promise I will.” An idea sparked in your mind before you started to walk again and you slowly glanced down at Thing. “You want another nail filer, right?” A couple of taps easily affirmed your question as you brightened. “Perfect. Then help me find where the hell Wednesday hid my books in the woods, and you’ve got a deal.” Thing paused for a moment before rapidly tapping again. “You weren’t with her when she hid them…” you slightly deflated before shaking your head and continuing. “Doesn’t matter. Two heads are better than…” you trailed off before trying again, “two hands? Two hands are better? Wait…” you counted your own hands for a moment, feeling extremely dumb for a second. “Three- three hands are better than one.” You were met with a couple smug taps and you bristled. “Shut up and help me look.”

The hand grabbed hold of one of the straps of your backpack to pull himself atop it, and you took that as a sign to continue, weaving through the halls until you hopped off the back steps and onto the lawn. The early morning sun was just starting to tip over the trees that still somehow bore leaves, though the grass was scattered with said foliage, crunching underfoot as you made your way across the lawn, shivering slightly as you silently wished the sun would just hurry the hell up.

The protection of the woods dimmed the light further, despite the lack of protection from the trees, what little light there was quickly darkening as the cover of the forest encapsulated you. It wasn’t as peaceful as usual. The woods had an almost eerie vibe, one that you couldn’t place but one that you could sense. That little patch of fur on the back of your neck? Standing on end, like your spidey senses. You caught yourself looking around on multiple occasions, having to shake off the wariness as you tried to focus on the task at hand.

Wednesday had said it was in the north western part of the woods. Perfect. You were already there. But how would you be able to track down textbooks? What kind of scent trail would that even be? Sure, you’d maybe spilled a tad of soda on a page or two but surely that wasn’t anything strong enough to track down. You let your bag down so that Thing could emerge and the hand was instantly scuttling off into the woods, searching one section so you could continue yours.

No, you were not going to get on all fours like an animal and sniff. The mere idea sent a shudder of repulsion and disdain down your spine, as you simply crouched down on the balls of your feet, closing your eyes as you tried to focus on what you were honing out. All that you could scent at the moment was pine, fir, durt, and the regular must odor of the forest, overlayed with old scent trails of animals that’d passed by long before. Underneath it was a scent you couldn’t quite place. It was almost a sulfuric scent; it was definitely faint and you had to really focus to even get a good whiff, but it was there.

You started half walking half jogging around to try and get some sort of scent trail, rolling your eyes as you silently regretted your action of stealing the Addams’ typewriter. How in the world did she even expect you to-

A faint hint of vanilla.

You caught the scent abruptly when you passed a particularly large clump of undergrowth, stopping in your tracks as you slowly backed up to confirm what you’d just detected. Sure enough there was the scent of vanilla - a good strong whiff of it. Easily scentable. You crouched down again, not caring for once about dirtying your pants as you tore aside a couple clumps of pine needles and dirt, revealing a cardboard box, slightly bigger than a shoebox. Upon opening said box your books were revealed, and you let out a sigh of relief. As you pulled the box from the undergrowth you realized that the box had been lightly doused in vanilla extract, explaining the source of the trail.

Tucking your box safely under your arm, you started to pull your backpack back over your shoulder, dusting dirt and forest debris from your uniform when you suddenly heard the sound of multiple birds taking flight. Your head snapping upward you saw briefly through the thick trees a good number of said birds startled into the air, flying away with what to you sounded like a loud flapping of wings and an alarm call.

A faint scuttling broke through your thoughts as out shot Thing from the undergrowth, clearly scuttling as fast as he could as the hand dashed over to you, trying to sign through his scampers toward you.

“Thing, what’s wrong?” You glanced at the appendage, worry thick in your tone, trying to understand what he was trying to say, but before you could try and make sense of anything a sudden sound broke through the woods, causing you to jump.

A gunshot.

The sound cracking through the still early morning forest air was enough to make your stomach curl as the fur on the back of your neck instantly stood up, your fingers gripping your backpack strap so tight that your knuckles began to whiten as your eyes widened. Thing leapt atop your bag, signing rapidly, but you were in too much of a daze to even process anything he was saying, practically frozen on the spot like a deer in the headlights as you tried to work through the current fog that was your mind at the moment.

You couldn’t hear anymore gunshots, thank god, but now dread hung thick in the forest air, tension strung tightly from branch to branch as if it was something palpable you could touch. A thick stench of sulfur returned to your nose and you recoiled, taking a step backward that broke you from your daze, instantly reminded of the sulfuric scent you’d smelled earlier. You were backing up now, Thing clutching tightly to your bag as you turned and ran.

You knew there was nothing, nobody behind you but you were beginning to hear things, imagining the rapid footsteps and the crunch of dry leaves underfoot other than your own as you strained for every ounce of speed your body possessed. You were in flight mode.

Lungs aching and mind focused only on getting out of the forest, you burst from the cover of the forest, racing across the lawn as Thing held on for dear life just so that he wouldn’t fall off. You weren’t paying much attention as your feet got tangled up, and you took a tumble to the ground, skidding a couple feet in the grass as you felt the dry autumn terrain tear at your clothes, most definitely skinning a knee in the process. Thing went flying, landing a couple feet away from you as you stilled on the ground, taking in short breaths.

Your breathing was hurting. God, it hurt to breathe but every second you didn’t it felt like your lungs were going to shrivel and die. Struggling, you huffed in short, cut off breaths as you tried to register everything at once and calm yourself down.

Your body stilled when you heard the dreaded crunch of dry leaves underfoot growing closer. Weren’t you just imagining things? You were supposed to be safe here, Nevermore was supposed to be safe.

“Y/N.”

You slowly dragged yourself to a sitting position, trying to force an expression of calm on your face despite the icy panic you were still experiencing as you slowly looked up to see Wednesday, dressed in uniform with her bag over her shoulder standing beside you, eyes examining you as if you were a scientific experiment. Were you? Was that was this whole… treasure hunt in the woods had been?

“What happened?” The Addams tone was neutral but oh so barely softer. Her glare wasn’t as piercing as usual. She could tell. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, she could somehow tell how panicked you were? Was it the fact that that damn patch of fur you had was still sticking straight up and bristling like a hostile dog? Was it your struggling to take in breaths as you groaned at the new pain in your muscles from the fall you’d taken? It definitely wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been but it still stung.

You struggled to answer as your voice came out much softer than you intended, “I- it- there was-” you had to drag in a couple more breaths as the raven slowly knelt down beside you, cold knuckle coming under your chin to lift your face to meet yours, her eyebrows furrowing as she met your eyes. “I would suggest attempting to control your breathing and refraining from talking until you do so.”

Instead of responding with a witty remark you simply took her advice, trying to do a breathing exercise as you silently counted in your head, closing your eyes to help your focus as your chest began to rise and fall in a less erratic pattern. Slowly, you regained your focus and the panic seeped away, and you were able to speak regularly, though your voice had a slight shake to it. Damnit, you were supposed to be better than this. You didn’t want Wednesday’s pity.

“I found the books but when we were about to leave we heard a gunshot in the woods.” Wednesday’s hand was gone almost as soon as it had come; you hadn’t even noticed. The Addams raised an eyebrow. “We?”

“Thing and I. We were together,” you stood up painfully, rubbing your skinned knee as you retrieved your fallen items, gesturing to Thing who was on the ground still, dazed. You silently promised yourself to bring him an extra nail buffer for the appendage as an apology later that night, watching him slowly crawl over to the two of you. Wednesday straightened as her eyes flicked from Thing to the woods, clearly in deep focus as she remained silent for a moment. “Approximate the distance between where the gunshot originated and the academy.”

You thought for a second, math racing through your brain as you tried to make a connection. Damnit, you were sucky as hell at your math. After a moment you responded uncertainly. “I’d say two miles. The sound wasn’t as sharp as it could’ve been.” You were pacing now, mind racing as you recalled the sound itself. “I think it was a shotgun.”

“I see.” Wednesday’s eyes narrowed slightly and you noticed her jaw tighten slightly as she glanced at Thing again. “And what did you witness?” The appendage began tapping slowly at first, shaking off the daze of his own fall before his signs became more rapid in pace. The Addams sighed slightly as she folded her arms before muttering, “at least you made a wise decision in splitting up to cover ground.” She paused before turning to you, eyes glancing up to meet yours. “If I may offer a suggestion, I’d recommend that we bring this to Weems.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you felt a small flutter in your chest as you spoke, trying not to sound too hopeful. “You mean we’ll work together?” Wednesday gave a roll of her eyes, muttering something under her breath with gritted teeth before finally glaring at you again. “Yes, but only for the fact that half of this school are incompetent adolescents who would perform quite poorly compared to… you.” The Addams reluctantly admitted, her voice becoming strained at the end of her sentence. “Strictly a professional relationship shall be required. Understood?” She offered her perfectly manicured hand to yours, waiting for you to shake with a raise of an eyebrow.

You didn’t hesitate one moment, grasping her cold, stiff hand in hers and shaking it.

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pt.8 here!

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jpmarvel90 · 9 months

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Don't let me down - Mini Series

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Relationship: MamaScarlett x 16 yr old Reader

Summary: Y/n is shocked to learn that her biological mother wants to get in contact with her. She's even more shocked when she finds out who she is. However, after the troubled childhood she's had, can she find it in her to forgive her?

Word count: 10266

Y/n's POV:

Being called into the main office at the foster home was never a good thing. I've lost count of the times that I have left there with a new bruise or cut. I never understood why someone would want to run a home like this if they hated children. But Mr Woodstock did it anyway. It's not even like it pays well. He's barely able to keep up with his smoking and drinking habits. Food for us kids being the last thing on his mind some weeks. So, I can only guess that he does it because he gets a genuine kick out of being a dick to kids.

I'm 16 and have been in this particular home for 18 months. Before that I was living with my adoptive parents. In the grand scheme of things, this foster home was heaven compared to where I lived with my parents. If you could even call them that. For nearly 15 years I was treated like shit. I was at my parents' beck and call for whatever they wanted or needed doing.

My weekends and evenings were spent cleaning or cooking for them. I didn't have time for friends. I was to go to school and come straight home. If they could, I'm sure they would have not allowed me to go to school. But they didn't get permission to home school me, so it was the only solace that I had.

I never knew love. I would see parents pick their kids up from school with smiles on their faces, hugging them tightly. At lunch, most kids had a lunch prepared by their parents. I was lucky if I was given a dollar to get a chocolate bar. I was constantly reminded of the life I didn't have.

I've always known that I was adopted. Apparently, my parents were doing a favour to a friend that was a social worker. They almost resented that they had agreed to adopt me. I'm a kid not a dog. It's not something that you do as a favour. But they treated me like it was my fault that they were stuck with me. They made my life hell because of it.

I tried to talk to my teachers about what was going on at home. I'd show them the bruises and tell them what they would make me do, but when I got told that I was overreacting, I stopped trying. I had to accept that this was my life, and no one was going to help me.

There was a slither of hope 18 months ago when my parents died in a car accident. I knew that I would be moved into a foster home, but I thought that it wouldn't be as bad as my home was. Which was true, but it wasn't far off it. Turns out that Mr Woodstock is friends with the same social worker as my parents and I was left here to spend the last two years or my childhood.

I felt wrong for not mourning my parents. I felt guilty that I was happy. For a brief time anyway. I thought that maybe I would get a chance to have some happy years in my childhood. But life is cruel, and it wasn't meant to be. I just need to hang on until I'm able to move from this godforsaken home and try and make something for myself.

The only brightside of the foster home is that there is a lot more freedom. We have some chores around the home, but with the number of kids there, we get it done quite easily. The rest of the time, I just try and avoid being around the home. It's too much of a risk if Mr Woodstock catches you when he's drunk or hungover.

Since being in the home, I actually had the chance to make friends. I joined the soccer club after school as an excuse to not go home and I loved it. For the first time, I felt like I belonged somewhere. Coach Sanders is great and it's my favourite time of the week. Through the team I've made some great friends. Laura is my best friend. She's a complete goof and I love spending time with her.

She knows everything about me. The only person who does. She lets me stay at her house when I can, has me over in the evenings to prolong the time before I have to head back to the home. We're both hoping to get a scholarship to a D1 college. For me, it's the only way I'll be able to go. I have no money behind me and no parents to help. But if I could get a scholarship, I wouldn't have to worry.

Our number one choice is Pittsburgh. Laura has family there and for me, it's far enough away from New York that perhaps I could start my life off new. Make a life for myself in the steel city. But there are still two years left of school yet before any of that can happen. But it's my motivation. It makes me work hard in school and get the best grades that I can. Maybe I can make something of my life after all.

Anyway, back to being called into Mr Woodstock's office. I make my way downstairs, hesitant to open the door. But knowing the longer I take, the more I'll be punished, I swallow down the fear and push the door open. "Sir, you asked for me." I greet him, my eyes on the floor. "Ah yes. Y/n. Please come in and take a seat." His chipper voice takes me off guard. I look up and see the reason for it. A man in a suit is sat opposite him with a warm smile.

"This here is Mr Osborne. He would like to talk to you. I will give you a minute of privacy." Mr Woodstock introduces the man before standing from behind his desk and vacating the office. "Ms Y/l/n. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please just call me Danny." The man in the suit holds his hand out to me and I reluctantly take it. My senses are heightened, not sure what his intensions are. My history in these situations hasn't been good.

"It's ok. You're safe. I'm not going to hurt you." He reassures me, obviously sensing my nerves. My body instantly relaxes at his words, and I hesitantly shake his hand. "How can I help you Sir?" I ask him, taking a seat next to him. "I'm a lawyer and I represent your biological mother." He explains. I instantly gasp at his words, never thinking that I would know anything more about my biological parents.

"She would like to reach out to you and perhaps potentially meet you." He carries on explaining whilst I just sit there in shock. She wants to meet me. Why now? "Would that be something that you are interested in?" Danny asks me, his voice remaining calm. I don't respond, my mind is going a mile a minute. "There is no pressure to do so at all. Everything will be on your terms. If you make the decision to not meet her, then that is completely fine." He tells me.

I rub my hands up and down the tops of my legs. My palms feeling sweaty. What do I do? I never thought I would get this opportunity. Do I even want to meet this woman? My life is hell. There were days I would wish that I wouldn't wake up and it's all because of my adoptive parents. "I uh. I'm not sure." I finally find my voice, not wanting to be rude. From experience, if you don't respond to an adult's question, it doesn't end well.

"That's ok Y/n. There is no pressure to do anything that you're not comfortable with." He kindly says, but I can't help the scoff that comes out. I've been made to do many things that I'm not comfortable with and no adult has given a damn in the past. He instantly frowns at my reaction, and I panic. "Uh. Could you perhaps tell me a little about her?" I ask him, hoping that might help me to make my decision.

"Of course. Though I have to warn you that it may all be a bit of a shock to you." He says with a bit of a chuckle. I sit back more in my chair, feeling more comfortable around Danny. He seems kind and I'm not waiting for the moment that his mood changes. "Her name is Scarlett. She is 38 and lives in the Upper East Side in Manhattan." He starts off. "Wow. Upper East Side? That's fancy." I reply to which he chuckles. I guess she didn't give me up because money was an issue!

"You may have heard of Scarlett. Her last name is Johansson and she's an actress." At his words, my mouth drops open. Ok this has to be some kind of a joke. "Ok, this isn't fair. You know, it's not nice to play tricks on foster kids. We're not just here for you to get your kicks out of." I hiss angrily, standing up to leave. I'm not here to be the butt of someone's sick joke. Before I can pass him, he quickly reaches out to grab my arm. "What? No wait. Please Y/n. I'm not lying. I would never. Please just sit." He falters over his words but quickly releases my wrist when he sees that my wide eyed gaze is fixated on his hand. "I'm sorry." He apologises, his eyes showing regret.

I hesitantly retake my seat and allow him to carry on. "Scarlett was 22 when she put you up for adoption. It was a very hard decision for her. But she is very keen to meet up with you now. She asked me to come and see you specifically to tell you." He says and I can see the truth behind his words. It's something that I've become good at over the years. I can see when someone is lying. "Why now?" I ask, unsure what could possibly make her want to see me now.

"Well, she's been trying to find you for a couple of years now. But with the adoption, she wasn't able to contact you directly. When you got moved back into the foster home, her rights changed, and she is able to do so now. I'm very sorry to hear about your parents by the way." He explains, his voice laced with sympathy as he spoke of my parents. Again, I had to fight the scoff, if only he knew. "Scarlett understands that this is all going to be a lot for you to process. But she is willing to meet you somewhere that you feel most comfortable. Perhaps here..." "No." I quickly cut him off. Probably a little too quickly as I see concern flash in his eyes. "Ok, that's not a problem. We can arrange for you to meet her somewhere you feel safe and comfortable." He adjusts his comment.

I fiddle with my fingers as I think over the request. I've never wanted to meet my biological parents. I have too much anger towards them. But I also have so many questions for them. Maybe if I know that she is a horrible person herself, then it will make the fact that I grew up in hell a little easier to bare. "Ok." I mumble, not confident in my answer. "Really?" Danny asks, a smile growing on his face. I simply nod and I can't help but notice his excitement growing. "Oh, she's going to be so happy that you accepted. Where would you like to meet?" He asks, taking out a pen from his bag.

I think for a moment where I feel most comfortable. "There's a café on Franklin Avenue near Prospect Park. It's called Cuppa Joe's." I tell him. It's my favourite place to go. Laura and I visit most days and on Thursdays we come with the team after practice. "Ok. I'll confirm when she is free and confirm with Mr Woodstock the time and date." Danny tells me, closing his pad and packing his things away. He then hands me a card. "Please, contact me if you need anything. I've noted my personal mobile on the back too." I take the card and flip it over and sure enough see his number. "Uh. Thanks." I smile, shaking his held out hand.

I walk him to the door, still in a slight state of shock. But before I know it, my feet are taking me to my room to grab my bag and then they're hitting the pavement taking me to Laura's house.

Safe to say she was a lot more squealy when she heard the news. She is a complete Marvel geek. Don't get me wrong, I like the movies, but Laura reads the comics and has watched every movie at least 10 times. "This is amazing Y/n." She says when she finally calms down. But my mood doesn't match hers. "Isn't it?" She clarifies when she sees how my mood has changed. "Talk to my Y/n/n." She says turning to face me more.

"She already has a family. She's married with two kids. What could she possibly want with me? Is it just so she can clear her conscience that she made the right decision 16 years ago?" I share my feelings with Laura, who's face contorts with empathy. "Oh Y/n. Maybe she wants to have you in her life? Make things right again." She tries to make me look on the brightside. But as someone who never gets a silver lining, it's hard to do.

"She's gone on to live this amazing life all because she gave me up, whilst I was living in constant fear. Never knowing when the next beating was coming, wondering if my life was ever going to get any better. The sad thing is, I consider this foster home better! This is the best my life has been, and it is still something no kid should have to go through." I admit, tears starting to fall down my face.

I hated being this vulnerable, but Laura was the one person I felt safe being around. She quickly engulfs me in a hug. She hates that there is very little she can do. But what she doesn't know is she is the light, the one good thing in my life. "I know that nothing will change your past, but maybe this can change your future for the better. If nothing else, you can get some closure and then we focus on our future at college!" She says reassuring me.

"I'm scared." I admit. Although I'm not in a safe environment, I know it and I know what I can do to protect myself as best I can. But this is something I have no control over. An adult I don't know and don't know their intentions. I lose control over the situation. "I know that you don't know what is waiting for you. But no matter what happens, I will be there for you. I will always be here for you Y/n/n." She comforts me, placing a kiss against my head.

I stay for dinner at Laura's, and we talk more about everything, and she is being her usual amazing self and giving me the best advice. I really am so lucky to have her in my life.

Eventually, I have to head home. I give Laura a big hug and start my journey back to the home. When I get inside, I'm met by a sober Mr Woodstock, which is very unusual. "Y/n!" He calls me and I flinch slightly. He walks closer to me, and I hold my breath, waiting for the scolding that is coming my way. "Here. All the info for meeting your mom." He says with a smile. I take the note from his hand, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Here's some money for a taxi to take you." He adds on, holding out a 20 dollar bill. I hesitate but he waves it to me. "Not trick here Y/n." He smiles so I take it and make my way upstairs. Ok that was weird.

I read the note and see that she wants to meet on Friday at 4pm. That works well as I can get from school to the café in plenty of time. It's only two days away and it's scary to think that I'm going to be meeting my bio mom. It's even scarier to think that it's Scarlett Johansson.

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I'm currently sat in the café waiting for Scarlett to turn up. With the taxi, I was able to get here 15 minutes early. I pick a table in the corner out of the way. I'm sure she doesn't want to be too much in the open. I spend my time texting Laura, who is doing a great job at supporting me. I order a hot chocolate, knowing that having too much caffeine right now is probably not a good thing.

I can feel my nerves growing as the clock slowly ticks towards 4. My eyes keep falling to the door every time I hear the bell go. My heart rate spiking each time, only to calm when I see it's not her.

10 minutes go by, then 20 and there is still no sign of her. Maybe this was all some big joke and Mr Woodstock is watching me, getting a kick out of a new way to abuse me mentally. I finish my hot chocolate and as the clock hits half past 4, I decide that enough is enough. I'm not waiting anymore. Even if this isn't some big joke, the fact that she hasn't turned up tells me everything that I need to know.

Fighting off tears, I collect my bag and slip some money into the tip jar as I make my way out of the café. I instantly start to walk towards the park, taking a seat on the closest bench. She didn't turn up. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. Why did I think that anything was going to go right for me. This isn't some fairy tale where we all live happily ever after. I grab my phone and text Laura.

Y/n: She didn't come

It's all I can say. Anything more and it makes my heart ache more. She didn't come. She stood me up. She wanted to meet me. She instigated this and decided that she wasn't going to show. I was happy in my dark little world. I knew the threats and what could hurt me. I knew how to keep that to a minimum. It wasn't a good life, but it was a life I knew and saw an exit to. I should never have even entertained the idea of meeting Scarlett. She was happy to leave me once, why would she want to follow through this time.

I get lost in my own dark thoughts, questioning my self-worth. No one has or will ever want me. As if the world wants to add to my misery, rain starts to fall. But I don't move. It's weirdly comforting as my tears mix with the raindrops that hit my cheeks. It feels like my heart is cracking. Which is stupid. I don't know this woman. She just happened to birth me and now disappoint me once again.

Scarlett's POV:

For 16 years I have woken up every morning and wondered what my daughter would be doing. From the moment I signed the adoption papers I regretted it. But it was the right choice. I couldn't give her the life she deserved, at least this way, she was able to have a family that could devote time to her and love her. My career was just starting to take off and having a child wouldn't have been fair to either of us.

My parents offered to help, but I didn't want to be an absentee mother when another could provide her with the home she deserved. When I had Rose, was when I started to look for Y/n. But I wasn't able to do so until she was 18. I had signed my parental rights away and unless Y/n made the decision to reach out to me, I wasn't able to do anything.

It was almost torture waiting for the days to pass so I could get in contact with her. When I married Colin, I told him everything, that I wanted to reach out and have a relationship with her. He was really supportive of me and said that he couldn't wait to meet her, and that Rose and Cosmo would love having an older sister.

I was shocked, however, when my lawyer contacted me to say that Y/n had been moved to a foster home. I had a meeting with Danny where I learnt that Y/n's parents had been killed in a car accident and that there was no immediate family to take her in. So, she became a child of the state and because of her age, was moved to a group home. This was my chance to see her. To try and have a relationship with my daughter. One that I had craved for years.

Colin and I were waiting anxiously for Danny to come by after visiting Y/n. We decided it would be best if he went and met her to arrange for me to see her separately, once she had a chance to take it all in. It killed me that she was so close, yet so far from me. "Scar, babe. Sit down. He'll be here soon." Colin tries to calm me by placing a hand on my shoulder. I go to respond, but the knock at the door has me rushing through the house to answer it.

I let out a sigh of relief when I see Danny at the door. "Hi. Please come in." I greet him, holding the door open to him. He follows me through to the living room where Colin is waiting. We offer him a drink and then get down to business. "How was she? Did she agree to meet me?" I ask quickly, which causes Danny to chuckle. "She was rightfully shocked. At first, she thought that it was a joke and tried to leave." He explains. "But I managed to convince her to hear me out." He adds on and I relax.

I can't imagine what it must all be like for her. Losing your parents, moving into a group home, and now being told your biological mother is a famous actress. "She has agreed to meet you and has suggested a café that she visits regularly in Brooklyn. It seems like it's a safe space for her." He shares and I let out a little sob knowing that she has agreed to see me. "I can't believe it. I'm going to meet my daughter." I cry whilst Colin holds me close.

"Did you talk much? Is she happy? What's she like?" I rattle off questions, but I see that Danny falters and it makes my heart stop. "What's wrong?" I question and he sighs. "It's nothing, we'll just focus on the meeting." He tries to deflect but I don't allow him. "No. Please share what it is." I request, causing him to sigh once again. "It's just a feeling. It's probably nothing." He defends, but he's struggling to make eye contact.

Danny has been my lawyer for years. He's a good friend and I like to think I can read him. He's great at his job and a gut feeling for him is more often than not, right. "Danny." I say lowly, showing that I'm not wanting to mess around. "I just have some concerns. I plan to do a bit of investigating and then I can confirm more." He explains.

I feel my breathing hitch. "What concerns? And don't tell me it's nothing." I snap at him, waiting expectantly for an answer. "She shows signs that she may have been abused. She was extremely nervous in not only mine, but also the care home manager's presence. I had to convince her that she was safe so she would sit with me. It was obvious that she doesn't feel safe in that home and when I touched her, she flinched and was hyper focused on the touch." He shares and I think that my heart broke in that moment. "But she's been through a lot. Her parents haven't long passed, and she's been uprooted into a new home. A care home at that. Surely that could explain it." Colin suggests, but I can tell by Danny's look, there is more.

"That's the thing. When I brought up her parents, she almost looked relieved. It's something I couldn't put my finger on, but it just didn't feel right." There was a silence as we let his words sink in. Danny has been in the game for a long time. Any gut feeling is based off of years of experience. He works a lot with foster kids and if he thinks something is up, it's most likely that it is. "Mr Woodstock gave me information on her previous family, and I plan to do some research and pull together some information. Which I will of course share with you, but it may take a few days though." He says and I nod, not trusting my words in this moment.

Fear washes over me at the thought that my daughter wasn't in fact in a safe and loving home. The thought that someone might have hurt her makes me feel sick to my stomach. What makes it all worse is that it's all my own fault. She could be with me, safe and sound, but I was selfish and put my career first.

"I know this is a lot to take in. But for now, let's arrange a meet up and we can go from there." Danny offers with a warm smile. "Ok. Let's get something in sooner rather than later. I don't want to wait too long to meet her." I say, instantly grabbing my phone to find some time to meet her.

Friday ends up being the best day. I'm filming in the morning but have the afternoon off so I can meet up with her after she's finished school. Colin agrees that I'll go on my own to start off with and if things go well, then he'll come along next time. It makes my heart swell every time he talks about her. He's almost as excited to meet her as I am. I just can't wait for Friday to come around. I finally get to meet my little girl.

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I couldn't be any angrier. Shooting has over run and I'm currently rushing to my trailer to get changed so I can go and meet Y/n. I was meant to finish at 12 but it's now half past 3 and I'm only just getting off set. The director tries to stop me to talk, but I quickly tell him that I have an appointment that I simply cannot miss and will call him later.

My heart feels like it's going to thump through my chest as I sit in the car on the way to the café. It's all the way on the other side of the city in Brooklyn and I watch as the clock ticks over 4pm. I'm late. This is really not a good start. I just hope that she will wait for me. When I finally pull up at the café, I jump out the car and see that its' 5pm. Fuck, she's not going to be here.

I rush in the café and a few heads look up at me as I frantically look around. I don't see her anywhere. I take a deep breath and make my way over to the counter. "Hi, excuse me." I greet the older lady who gives me a warm smile. "Yes dear. How can I help you?" She asks. "I'm looking for a girl. Her name is Y/n and I think she comes in here quite regularly." I explain and her smile grows wider. "Ah yes. We see Y/n a few times a week. But I'm sorry you missed her. She left in a bit of a hurry about 30 minutes ago." She informs me and my heart sinks. "Oh ok. Do you have any idea of where she might go?" I ask but she shakes her head. "Anywhere but home." She answers and then turns to the customer who has just walked in.

I make my way back into the car and sob. I'm sure my driver thinks that I've lost it, but I've screwed up. I've blown my only chance to meet my daughter. I just wanted to make things right. To help calm me down, I call Colin, who listens and helps to stop me falling into a panic attack. "You need to try and find her. She is probably thinking that it was done on purpose and is hurting right now." He says whilst I nod into the phone. "Start with the home." He says but I quickly disagree. "The lady in the café said she'd be anywhere but home." I inform him. "Well, that's not a good sign." He mumbles which just makes my panic increase again. "You've got nowhere else to start. They might know where she is and it's already getting late, so you never know, she might have gone home already." Colin talks sense.

I agree and then decide to call Danny. I explain what happened and he agrees to meet me at the group home. But this time it's already getting close to 7pm and I'm becoming more desperate by the minute. Danny and I both pull up at the same time and he is quick to stop me. "What?" I snap at him, but he just grips me tighter. "You need to take a minute ok. You can't go in there all worked up." He says sternly. I listen to him, knowing that he's right.

It's late and I pray that she's come home. We walk to the entrance, and I knock on the door. We're greeted by an older looking man and instantly the smell of alcohol is evident. I look towards Danny who has a harsh look on his face. "We're here to see Y/n Y/l/n." Danny tells him but the guy laughs. "She's not here." He slurs and it makes my anger build.

I feel a hand on my arm as Danny tries to calm me. "Mr Woodstock. Would you know where she might be? Ms Johansson here missed her appointment with her and would like to see her." He says calmly. "It's still early, she probably won't be home until later. She's probably at a friend's house." He states, clearly no longer interested in this conversation. "She's in your charge, how can you not know where she is?" I bark at him and his gaze snaps to mine. "I wasn't the one to stand her up." He snarls before turning to leave.

But before the door can shut, we hear a girl calling out from behind us. "Mr Woodstock!" He stops in his tracks and looks the girl up and down. "I'm Laura, Y/n's friend." She says and he nods. "I remember." He gets a smarmy smirk on his face, and it makes me feel sick. "She was supposed to come to mine this evening, but she didn't turn up. Is she home?" She asks, worry lacing her voice.

"No, she's not back yet. Check back tomorrow." He says and slams the door. "Fuck." I hear the girl mutter and turn to leave. "Wait!" I call after her and she stops, turning to look at me. "You know Y/n?" I question her. She's shocked when she sees me, but that shock soon turns to anger. "What do you want?" She growls at me. "I'm trying to find Y/n." I say but she laughs. "What so you can let her down again?" She asks with sass.

My mouth just opens and closes, unsure what to say. "It took a lot for her to agree to meet you. She's been through so much in her life. She deserves better. I told her that maybe you wanted to give her that. But I was wrong." Her voice seems broken. She clearly cares about Y/n a lot. The pain is evident in her voice. "Do you have her phone number?" Danny asks Laura and she nods. "Do you think you could share it with us?" He asks but she shakes her head. "No." She states firmly. I step forward, trying to hold it together. "Please. I just want to talk to her. Apologise." I say, fighting back the tears. "I'm not sharing her number with a stranger. Besides, she's not even responding to me right now, so I doubt she'd respond to you." She scoffs.

She's right. That is all I am to her. I have loved her even though she wasn't in my life, but for her, I'm just the woman who gave her up. I quickly fumble in my bag for a pen and scrap of paper. "Here." I say, holding the paper out to Laura. "This is my number. Please just let me know when you know she's safe." I say, practically begging her to take my number. She sighs but takes it with a nod of her head.

I watch as she walks away then turn to Danny. "What do we do? What if she's hurt?" I agonise. "There's not much we can do at the moment. She's not been gone long enough for a missing person's report. As annoying as it is, Mr Woodstock is right. It's still early and she may just be out and about. It seems like she avoids being here as much as she can anyway." He logically explains. "I want to stay here." I tell Danny who looks at me shocked. "I just want to make sure she gets home. I won't bother her." I tell him and he nods. "I'll stay with you. If she's not back home by midnight I can contact a friend at the NYPD." He offers and I pull him into a grateful hug.

So, that's what we do. I send my driver home and Danny and I sit in his car, our eyes on the group home, waiting for Y/n to come home. The closer it gets to midnight, the more worry I feel. I keep checking my phone to see if Laura has texted me but nothing.

It's 11:45 and I see a dark shadow getting closer to the house. "Is that her?" I ask. Although I've seen pictures of her, Danny is the only one to have met her face to face. He looks up and nods. I start to cry when I see her dejected form. Her head hanging low, he clothes soaked through from the rain. I reach for the door handle, but before I touch it, Danny stops me. "Don't Scarlett. We'll come by tomorrow and see if she'll meet you. But it's late and this is highly inappropriate." He tells me. Every part of my body wants to ignore him and go to her. To apologise profusely. But my head tells me that he's right. I want to do this the proper way.

He drives me home and Colin is waiting at the door for me. I practically fall into his arms sobbing. "I'll come by tomorrow. I'll have the full report ready for you and we'll go through it together. Then we'll head to the group home and see if she'd be willing to meet you." Danny says as I enter the house. "Thank you. I appreciate everything you're doing." I tell him honestly. I don't know what I would have done without him!

I don't sleep much at all that night. Every time sleep approached, I would remember that I let her down twice now. That I don't deserve to have the chance to have her in my life. But I know that I will do everything in my power to make sure that she is. It's selfish, but I want to give her the life she deserves. The one that I should have given her when she was born.

When morning eventually comes round, Colin gets up with me to make me eat something for breakfast. He had dropped the kids around my mom's house last night so we could have the time to sort everything out. My mom was more than happy to help. She's so excited that Y/n might be a part of our lives again.

At 10am, Danny arrives and comes in with a file in hand. My heart rate picks up as I know we're about to get a much clearer story of what Y/n's life has been like. He takes a seat, and I instantly can tell that whatever is in that file isn't good. Danny wouldn't be a good poker player, that's for sure. "Ok. So, I've done some in depth research into Y/n's life and I believe that I have a much clearer picture of things. But I must warn you that some of this may not be easy listening." He isn't one to beat around the bush, but hearing those words makes my breathing hitch.

"Y/n was adopted by Phil and Katie Y/l/n. They lived in Brooklyn the whole time. I have spoken with her schools and was able to get a better picture of her life. She didn't do any after school clubs and was very isolated. She would rush to get home each day and often would worry if she was late. She did raise concerns with two of her teachers when she was 11, but both teachers deemed that she was over-reacting." He starts off, placing school reports out in front of us. "What were the concerns?" I ask, a fire building within. "In the report, she said her parents were mean and weren't nice to her. They directly quoted her. They note a couple of bruises but claim they could have been from anything." Danny explains, a frown on his own face.

"The school reports after these days show that Y/n became more secluded and insular. However, she was at an underfunded school that didn't have the resources to be able to support her. She effectively gets lost in the system." Danny shares. I squeeze Colin's hand tighter, needing any comfort that I could get. "I also have her hospital records." Danny starts and I hear the hesitation in his voice. "She was admitted on a number of occasions for injuries ranging from broken bones to lacerations. On her 10th visit, one of the doctors referred her back to the social worker with concerns of abuse. However, it seems like this went no further than that." Danny shares, with a look of pity on his face.

"This is where things get a bit more difficult." He starts. "More difficult than the fact that it seems like my daughter was in an abusive home yet was failed by both the educational and social systems?" I snap. How could this get any worse? "It seems that Y/n's social worker arranged the adoption with her parents and then moved her into this particular group home once they passed. It's actually outside of Y/n's school district so wouldn't be a suitable placement. On further investigation, I have the belief that they were working to take money from the state through the adoption and fostering of Y/n." His explanation shows how she was only seen a pawn in their game for a quick buck.

"I've contacted the NYPD and given them all the evidence that I have, and they are going to start an investigation. However, until they have more concrete evidence, they won't be able to move Y/n or any of the children from Mr Woodstock's care. It could take a couple of weeks and from there she would then be moved to another care home." He informs us. I'm glad that they are being investigated, but it's not quick enough. I need her to be safe now.

"Can we take her in? She's my daughter after all." I ask, but the drop of Danny's gaze makes me fear his answer. "That is where things get a bit tricky. When you put Y/n up for adoption, you signed away your parental rights. You would have to get approved to be a foster carer first and then have to go through the courts to adopt Y/n. Through all of this Y/n would have to consent as she's 16." He explains. "Well, can we get an application started so we can at least start that process? We can then work towards adoption." Colin steps in and I smile at his confidence and commitment.

"Of course, if that's what you both want. We may be able to petition the state to speed the process along as you are her birth mother. But you'd have to go before a judge." Danny responds. "Do it. I will do whatever I have to do to get her back in our lives." I tell Danny firmly. "Do you agree Colin?" He asks, moving his gaze to my husband. "I 100% support Scarlett. We discussed this when she wanted to approach Y/n. The end goal was always to have her back with us." He says with a smile, leaning down to place a kiss to my head. "Ok, well I'll start the petition later today." Danny smiles, taking a note in his pad in front of him.

"Can we still go and visit her this afternoon?" I ask, unsure if it's still the right thing to do. "We can try, but it's important that we do this all on Y/n's terms. She's not had any adults in her life support her like she has needed. She has been failed on a number of occasions and we need to make sure she is comfortable before proceeding." Danny tells me. "Of course. I only want what's best for her." I respond.

"Ok. Well, I'll call My Woodstock and arrange a meeting this afternoon. In the meantime, I can leave her file with you if you'd like to read more. But please read it with care. There is a lot in there that isn't an easy read." He says whilst gathering his things. "I'll call you when I have a time to go and see her." He says, hugging us goodbye and heading out.

Colin and I take the time to read through the file. Danny was right, it was certainly not an easy read. With each page my heart broke even more. She had been through so much. She is 16 and never experienced a loving home. "I failed her." I whisper as I finish reading over her hospital record detailing each injury she had treated. It makes me wonder how many times she was hurt and they didn't take her to the hospital. "You didn't fail her Scarlett." Colin tries to defend but I shake my head.

"If I kept her, she wouldn't have gone to those monsters. She would have been loved. I was so selfish, putting myself and my career first. My parents offered to help and yet I didn't want the inconvenience." I start to cry as I fall into Colin's hold. "But you thought that she was going to go to a loving home. You had no control over that. She was used by a sick person in power. You had no way of knowing that. You trusted that the state would take care of her, but they are the ones that truly failed her." He tells me with conviction. "But." "No buts. Yes, yesterday could have gone better. But we'll go and see her today and start to make things right. We'll show her that we want to give her a home that she is worthy of. A family that loves her." He reassures me.

I couldn't be more grateful for this man. He has been so supportive through it all. I was terrified when I told him about Y/n. Worried that he might leave me, but he didn't. He asked me what I wanted and has been by my side ever since. I'm lucky to have him in my life.

Danny calls to confirm that we're heading over at 3pm. He's asked Mr Woodstock to not tell Y/n in fear she'll leave the home knowing that we're going. We meet Danny there a little before 3 and Colin says that he'll wait in the car until he's needed. I'm really nervous as I start walking towards the house. I have to fight the anger that is building when I think about the life Y/n has here and that Mr Woodstock isn't innocent in it all. But I need to keep my cool so I can keep Y/n safe.

We're guided through into an office space with a sofa and Mr Woodstock asks one of the girls to go and get Y/n. We take a seat and I'm sure I can feel my heart about to beat out of my chest. I'm actually about to meet my daughter. The next couple of minutes seems to drag by as Mr Woodstock tries to make small talk. Thankfully, there is finally a knock at the door and my head shoots up to look.

The door slowly creaks open, and I see Y/n walk in with her head down. "You asked to see me Mr Woodstock." Her voice is hoarse like she's been crying, and she hasn't even noticed anyone else is in the room. "Y/n we have guests. Please don't be rude and look up." Mr Woodstock exhales in frustration.

As she lifts her head her eyes land on me, and I see a sadness flash through them. That's until I see the dark bruising forming around her eye. I go to stand up but Danny places a hand on my knee. I then go to ask what happened, but Mr Woodstock is quickly out of his seat. I see Y/n flinch as he approaches her. "I thought I told you to cover that up." He hisses at her. "I'm sorry Sir. I didn't know you had guests." She quivered.

It is taking everything in me to not stand up and punch that asshole. I can see that Y/n is clearly fearful of him. Was he the one that did that to her?! "Well, it's too late now. Come in and see your visitors. I'll be in the living room." He says, marching out of the room, leaving Y/n stood with a slight shake to her body. I just want to engulf her in a hug and tell her that she's safe and that I'll never let anyone hurt her again. "I'm not sure if you remember me but we meet a few days ago." Danny starts calmly. "I remember you Mr Osborne." She speaks politely, though her gaze is fixated on her hands. "Please, call me Danny." He tells her with a smile. "Why don't you come and sit with us." He encourages her, holding his hand to point to the empty chair opposite us.

She slowly makes her way to the chair and takes a seat. "I would like to introduce you to Scarlett. She is your biological mother." Danny says, turning to me. Y/n doesn't look up and my smile falters. "Hi Y/n. It's an honour to meet you." I tell her, fighting back tears. I never thought I would find my daughter in a state like this. So, broken. But when I look at her, I see myself in her. She's got brown hair, but her facial features are just like mine.

"I am so sorry that I was late to meet you yesterday. I got held up at work and I didn't have a number to get hold of you with." I try to explain but her gaze doesn't move. "I went to the café, but the owner said that you had already left. So, I came here but you hadn't come back yet. I really am sorry. I never meant to leave you on your own. I was looking forward to seeing you more than anything. Please believe that." I practically beg her.

Her head slowly lifts, and she makes direct eye contact for me for the first time since she came in here. "It's ok. I'm used to being let down." She mumbles. "It's not ok Y/n. I made a promise to meet you and I was so excited. I should have done more to let you know that I was running late. I hope that you could maybe let me make it up to you." I tell her, wanting her to know that she shouldn't accept being let down. "I'll give you some time. I'll be just outside if you need me." Danny says, standing and leaving us be.

An awkward silence falls over us as I can't stop staring at her black eye. "How did you get that?" I ask her, pointing to her eye. "I fell." She responds bluntly. I don't believe her, but I don't want to push her just yet. Silence falls over us again whilst I think about what I want to say. "It was the biggest mistake. Giving you up." I tell her and that seems to get her attention. "Then why did you?" She asks, hurt evident across her face.

I sit forward so that our knees are almost touching. "I thought I was doing the right thing. I was 22 and my career was taking off. I made a selfish decision. But I soon realised the mistake I made, but I couldn't change it. I had signed away my parental rights." I explain, embarrassed by admitting my failings. "I couldn't contact you until you turned 18 or you contacted me. So, I just had to wait. But when your parents passed and you were returned to the care system, I was able to contact you directly." I explain how I was able to finally get in touch.

"I know that it may not seem like it after giving you up and missing our meeting yesterday, but I really want to get to know you Y/n. To have you in my life. My husband can't wait to meet you either." I tell her with a chuckle. But those words seem to do the opposite of what I hoped. "You have two children?" She asks me. "Well, I have three including you." I respond, trying to keep my smile on my face. "But you have two others that live with you." She clarifies and I nod. "You already have your family. I'm just a stranger." She sniffles.

I reach out and take her hand in mine. The flinch making my heart break even more. "No. You are the missing piece. You are my family. I may be a stranger to you, but I have spent every day loving you. Wishing that I had made a different decision all those years ago. I would wonder what you were doing and what you wanted to be when you grew up. I wondered if you liked sports and what type of music you liked. You were always on my mind." I tell her truthfully. "When I had Rose and Cosmo, it was a bittersweet moment. Each time it reminded me of the mistake I had made. That I could have had you in my life too. Being part of my family." I add on.

"Who's my father?" She asks, a question that I was expecting to come at some point. I look down a little ashamed. "I don't know. It was a one night stand. I didn't know his name." I admit. When I lift my gaze, I see hers already on me, studying me. "What is it you want from me?" She asks, almost with an annoyance to her voice. "Truthfully?" I ask her and she nods. "I would love to have a chance to be your mother. But I understand that you may not have the same desire." I tell her, feeling sick at the thought that she may never want to see me again.

"What do you want from all of this?" I ask her, turning the question back around. She sighs and rubs at her forehead as she formulates a response. "I have no idea." She chuckles lightly. "I never expected this to happen. It's all just a bit much." She admits and I nod understanding that this must all be overwhelming to her. "Would you want to be a part of my life?" I ask her tentatively, scared of what her response might be. "I really don't know Scarlett. I don't know you and although you say you love me, you don't know me either." She responds and I smile at her maturity.

"Then let's get to know each other. Spend time together. You can meet Colin and the kids. There would be no pressure on you at all. If this is something you don't want, then we can stop. As much as that would hurt, what is important is what you want." I share so she can see she has the control. "What would you tell your kids?" She asks. "I'd love to tell them the truth. But for now, if you're not comfortable with that, we can just say you're a friend and go from there." I offer up. There's a pause and silence falls once again as she thinks of her response. I feel like I'm holding my breath the whole time. "Ok. I think I'd like to get to know you. But..." My smile grows impossibly wide at her words, though it feels like my heart stops at the word but. "Please don't let me down again." She whispers, her whole body deflating.

I instantly give her hand a squeeze to gain her attention. "Hey. Listen to me." I say softly as I reach forward to wipe the tears falling down her cheeks. "I promise that you will come first. I will be here every step of the way. I will not let you down again. I just want you to be safe and happy." I tell her through my own tears. She only nods in return and I lean forward to pull her into a hug. She tenses initially but soon melts into it.

After we both calm down a little, I sit back and my gaze lands on her black eye once again. "Now can you tell me how you really got that?" I ask her and I see her tense once again. "I told you..." She starts but I quickly shake my head and step in. "I know that you didn't fall. Did Mr Woodstock do that to you?" I ask her cautiously. Her head drops but the small nod of confirmation doesn't go unnoticed. My breathing hitches at the thought and I feel anger rush through me. "Why?" I ask slightly more harshly than I intended.

When she doesn't answer, I reach out and take her hand, slowly rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. "He was mad that I was late home and that you and Danny came looking for me when he was drunk." She explains. "Is this the first time that he's done something like this? Are you safe here?" I question her, terrified of what she's going to say. The shake of her head shatters my already broken heart.

I wrap my arms around her trying to provide her any comfort that I can. "I promise you that I will keep you safe. I won't let him lay another finger on you." I promise her whilst gently rubbing my hands up and down her back. After a while, I go and let Danny in. Y/n explains what happened to her and Danny is straight onto the phone to the Police and Social Services.

As the police car arrives, I see Colin's face appear at the door, worry etched across it. "I'll be right back." I tell Y/n as she is with Danny and the police. I greet Colin and fall into his arms. He holds me tight and places a kiss against my head. "I saw the police and got worried. Is that her?" He asks, nodding his head behind me. I turn and smile when I see her. "Yeah. That's her." I confirm. "What happened to her face?" He asks and my body deflates. "Oh Scar." He says when the realisation hits him.

The police arrest Mr Woodstock after some of the other kids admitted that he had also hurt them. When social services arrived, Danny made sure to make them aware of the impending investigation onto Harry Lycett who was Y/n's social worker. He then returns to Colin and me. "What happens now?" I ask him. "They're arranging for temporary placements for the kids for the foreseeable future." He replies. "What about Y/n?" I ask, worried that I'm going to miss my chance. "She'll be found a foster home for the time being." He responds. "Can't she come with us?" I ask him in a panic.

Colin agrees with me as Danny sighs. "I'm not sure if that's possible. It's a Saturday and I won't be able to get in front of judge until Monday at the earliest." He shares sadly. He looks between Colin and I and sighs once again. "Give me a minute." He says, before heading towards one of the social workers.

We both wait anxiously for Danny to return. We watch him talk with the social worker who then makes a phone call. Eventually, he starts to make his way back over towards us and I can't tell what he's feeling. "Ok. I've spoken with the social worker and explained the situation. They have agreed to you having custody until Monday. After that, it'll be down to the judge to decide." He says and I let out a little squeal. "Scarlett don't get your hopes up. This could all be temporary." Danny tells me with a stern voice. "I know. But I have a chance. That's all I need." I respond with a smile. "Do you want to meet her?" I turn to face Colin and see his smile grow. He nods and I take his hand, walking back towards the office.

Y/n is sat in a chair on her own, fear across her face as she awaits her fate, her focus on fiddling with the hem of her shirt. This has been an overwhelming day for her. She's had to explain to the police what she's been through and now she's about to find out she's moving again. I take the seat next to her and Colin sits opposite. "Y/n, I'd like you to meet my husband, Colin." I introduce them. "Colin, this is my daughter Y/n." I say with a smile. I notice Y/n's head snap to look at me when I refer to her as my daughter and I see a slight tug at her lips. "It's lovely to meet you Y/n." Colin greets, holding his hand out.

Y/n takes it and gives it a firm shake. "You too Colin." She smiles. We chat for a little before Y/n turns to Danny, who's stood in the doorway. "What happens now?" She asks. Danny looks to me and nods, so I turn to fully face Y/n. "Social Services are closing the group home and finding alternative homes for everyone. Danny has spoken with the social workers, and they have agreed that you can stay with us this weekend until we're able to get our official fostering status." I explain, almost holding my breath as I wait for her response.

"Why are you getting your fosters license?" She asks. "Well, if things go well, we'd like to official adopt you. But we'd have to foster you first before the adoption could be processed." Colin steps in to show that he is just as involved in this decision as I am. "Wait, what?" She asks shocked. "I meant what I said Y/n. I want to be a mother to you. But if that's not what you want, then we can just foster you until you find an alternative home." I assure her, still hating the thought that she won't want to be a part of our family. "So, what do you say? Do you want to come home with us, and we can take it one day at a time?" I ask her with a shake to my voice.

It feels like time stops as I look at Y/n waiting for her to answer. My focus is on the 16 year old who's life has just been turned upside down, again. Internally, I'm begging that she's going to say yes. That I'll get a chance to give her the loving home that she deserves. After what seems like hours Y/n looks up to me opening her mouth. "Scarlett I...."

Part 2

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renjunniex · 8 months

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Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader Series

Frenemy

Prompt: With the group knowledge that the Kanima is in fact Jackson, it's time to try to take some real action.

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After what you had witnessed Allison had taken Lydia home while you and the boys got into Roscoe and took off after Jackson.

"And we're sure they don't know it's Jackson," you repeated for what might have been the hundredth time. You had no seatbelt on while sitting in your usual spot in the back middle. "Pretty sure, they were a little preoccupied," Stiles shot back trying to focus on the road as he swerved under a bridge almost coming into contact with a fence.

"Okay, what do we do now?" Stiles had looked at the passenger seat along with you only to find it vacant and the door wide open. Your heads turned back to the windshield watching as Scott's form landed on the other side of the fence, taking off. Stiles sighed shaking his head, looking at you.

"Why does he always do that?" you questioned.

You and Stiles had followed Scott until he stopped at a bar, once Stiles had parked you both had scrambled out the car and towards the werewolf. You ended up startling the boy when you almost crashed into him.

"Sorry!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry!" You both apologized Stiles holding you to keep you balanced. "Did you see where he went," Scott groaned at the boy's question, "I lost him."

"You lost him!" your scream was covered by Stiles' hand as he spoke, "What? you couldn't catch his scent?"

"I don't think he has one."

"Alright, any clue where he's going?" Stiles continued with his onslaught of questions. "To kill someone," Scott said as if it wasn't the most obvious answer.

You took the hand resting on your mouth off, "I would've never guessed." Stiles pointed at you in mockery, "Ah! That explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Good, makes perfect sense now!" You played along with his statement, pointing back at the sarcastic boy.

Scott gave you both unimpressed looks, "What, Scott come on, I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense." The werewolf's eyes flickered to you, raising your hands you answered, "I'm basically in the same boat."

"Just help me find it."

"Not 'it', Jackson," Stiles corrected.

"Yeah, I know. I know."

"Alright, but does he know that?"

You gritted your teeth, "He better not know because if he lied straight to our faces, I'm gonna kick his teeth in."

"Did anybody else see him back at your house," Scott shook his head gazing at you, "I mean, I don't think so." You gave a similar answer, "He was already upstairs with Lydia when I got there." Another sigh was heard from the omega, "But he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?"

"I don't know," stressed Scott to Stiles.

You rocked your head to side, "If we assume that he wasn't lying to us and maybe he doesn't remember, that would be significantly different from a werewolf." Your best friends' heads both turned to you in confusion. "Well as a werewolf you remember when you transform. If Jackson doesn't, it could mean the Kanima is technically a different entity."

"When's the Kanima, not the Kanima?" Stiles asked.

Scott answered, "When it's Jackson."

Stiles took a few steps, "Uh, dude." Scott and you both looked at him as he pointed up. Just barely you could see Jackson's tail slither into the building from the window at the top.

"Okay but why is he going in there?" you gestured to the building. Scott's head tilted back to the front door and you saw him perk up, "I know who he's after." You moved your head to look where Scott was staring. It was Danny.

"What how? Did you smell something?"

Scott nodded, "Armani."

You guys made your way to the back where Scott had ripped the back lock off and you guys went in. Even though it seemed to be mostly a men's gay bar you saw a couple of girls scattered about, which made you breathe out of relief, at least you wouldn't stick out too much. You kept low, staying behind the boys while they tried to order beer. You eyes rolled, even in the face of danger they acted ridiculous. You yelled over the loud sound of music, "Hey, I found Danny," pointing in the direction of the dancing hockey player.

"I found Jackson."

You grouped a little closer as you guys started plotting, "Get to Danny," Scott ordered.

"What are you gonna do," Stiles asked.

Scott's claws whipped out, "Works for me," you shrugged grabbing Stiles and you tried to make your way through the crowd.

"Hey! Danny!" The two of you took turns calling for him but it didn't matter, he couldn't hear you over the raving music. It ended up being too late, even with Derek showing up, Jackson was able to paralyze Danny and a few others.

Scott followed the blood trail, you and Stiles trailing behind, that Jackson had left behind from when Derek slashed him. Scott was crouched next to the unconscious Jackson, "What do we do with him now?"

You guys had squished Jackson on the floor of the backseat of Stiles' Jeep. Inconvenient for you since your spot was in the backseat, you used your feet to push Jackson further forward so you had more space for your legs.

Scott had gotten in the passenger side, finished talking to Danny, "Couldn't get anything out of Danny."

"Okay, can we just get the hell out of here now before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" Stiles panicked turning to the wheel to start the Jeep. "No, seriously, I really don't like being back here with the lizard man." Before Stiles could even turn the key, Sheriff came rolling in sirens and lights on.

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Could this get any worse?" Like out of a sitcom Jackson made a sound similar to a hum. "That was rhetorical," Stiles turned yelling as if it could've been heard by the passed out boy.

Scott pointed to the lights, "Get rid of him." Stiles did a double take before whispering like his dad could hear him even from so far away, "Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene and he's the sheriff."

You shot forward and screeched, "Do something!" Both boys jumped at your tone, Stiles flailed his arms in frustration and then left to go fix the situation. Jackson began to wake up and Scott as well as you started to panic, shushing him to be quiet. Enough became enough and Scott finally punched Jackson across the jaw causing Jackson to go unconscious once more. You two made eye contact with Sheriff waving trying to make everything seem normal.

You saw him nod his head at your best friend before the boy tapped the side of his dad's shoulder and then jogged back to the Jeep. You guys drove away as soon as Stiles started Roscoe, driving into the night.

"Uh, what about your house?"

"Not with my mom there?"

Your head lifted from its tired state, "What about our house?" Scott motioned to Jackson, "We need to take him somewhere, where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous."

"I still say we just kill him," Stiles stated which earned an hum of agreement from you, "I personally think Stiles is on to something."

"We're not killing him!"

"Jeez, okay," you mumbled.

Stiles groaned, "God! F- okay, okay."

There was a few moments of silence when Stiles began to speak again, "I've got an idea." You scoffed, "Oh, no. That's never good."

"Does it involve breaking the law?"

"By now, don't you think that's a given?"

You snorted at their interaction, "Seriously, at this point we might just land ourselves on Beacon Hill's most wanted."

"I was just trying to be optimistic," reasoned Scott.

Stiles rebutted without hesitation, "Don't bother."

Apparently Stiles' great plan was to steal a Beacon Hills police transport vehicle and lock Jackson inside. Definitely not his most foolproof plan, that's for sure. Luckily for you, they sent you away as to not get you caught up in the mess. Which led you back to school where you were basically forced to do two things, hang out with Allison plus Lydia and the other being to avoid Isaac as much as possible.

You saw Allison walking through the empty hall, she was watching as some technicians installed cameras. "They're to keep tabs on all the creepy crawlies, aka us," you joked as you finally caught up with her. "By the way, don't worry Scott said that he would be back for class, so you should probably get going now if you want to have a chance to talk to him." She nodded gratefully, resting her hand on your shoulder for a second, she took off in the direction of her class.

Classes had gone by agonizingly slow, probably because you didn't have the two people you always had with you. Out of everything though, the hardest thing has been avoiding the blue-eyed werewolf. Hallways were pretty easy but during classes were especially hard, guess that's your own fault for choosing spots as close as you could to him at the beginning of the year.

The last class had ended and you were collecting your things from your locker. You had planned on going back to the spot Stiles had chosen to keep the vehicle, however that was probably gonna have to wait.

"(Y/N)!"

You could feel your blood run cold as your body froze in its spot. You slightly glanced over your shoulder to see it was indeed the same boy you had been avoiding, well trying to that is. You tried to rush off down the hall but he was too fast for you, his hand grasped your wrist spinning you around to face him.

"(Y/N), please," he spoke softly as you continued to try and tug yourself free. "Just wait."

The softness of his voice had stopped you, you couldn't help yourself it was like it triggered something inside of you. Even with all the knowledge you had, any hint of the old Isaac sucked you back in without a thought.

You finally stopped pulling, letting the weight of your body drop and you kept your attention on the floor, "You tried to kill her, you hurt my friends. How could you?" You sounded so shattered, it made Isaac's whole body tremble. "I know, I know but Derek-." Your head shot up, "But Derek nothing! You had a choice and you chose wrong! I just, ugh," your hands reached at the roots of your hair by your temples, pulling out of stress, your rambling had continued. You didn't even care anymore the hallway had already cleared from everyone going home so nothing was stopping your outburst. Nothing except the feeling of soft lips on yours.

You felt shock run its way through your body like volts of electricity. His lips were on yours. He was kissing you. You couldn't stop yourself from easing yourself into him, finally returning the action, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck and eyes fluttering closed. When he felt you reciprocate his hands moved from your wrists, one placing itself around your waist tugging you closer while he laid the other on your hip.

Eventually you two pulled away from each other, small gasps of breath releasing from both of you. Almost like you had broken out of a trance you put your hand on his chest pushing him away. "You can't just do that after everything you've done and expect it to be all okay."

He nodded, "I know, I'm sorry. I don't know what just came over me, I couldn't help myself. I didn't come to mess with you okay, I just needed to see you." He paused looking at you, he was looking for something, anything to indicate that you believed him.

"Did you lie to me?"

Your question caused the boy's eyebrows to furrow as he shook his head, "What?"

Your foot stomped out of frustration, "At the school, the night of the game, did you lie to me Isaac Lahey? Was it some kind of sick plan Derek put you up to?" His mouth stood gaped, he shook his head rapidly, "No, no, I never lied to you about any of that. (Y/N), I really, really like you, okay? I always have."

"Then why did you do it, following Derek's orders meant hurting me so if you felt anything for me why would you listen to him." He went silent, he didn't have an answer. He wanted you by his side but he didn't want to be an omega. He had to choose though because he couldn't have it both ways.

You felt your phone buzz, taking it out of your pocket you saw a message from Allison.

They know about the thing.

Alright omw.

Even with her keeping the text short because of her parents, you knew exactly what she was talking about. Jackson, someone knew about what the boys did to Jackson; his parents, Allison's, or the cops, you weren't sure but that didn't matter.

Trying to keep a straight face you looked back at the werewolf standing in front of you. You were pretty sure they still didn't know about Jackson so you had to be careful. "I have to go." You quickly turned, adjusting your bag back on your shoulder.

"Wait-."

"You can't keep trying to play both sides Isaac."

You had found Allison in the school and you both went to meet Stiles in the woods. You've never seen the girl drive so fast before if you were being honest. Once you had made it, you guys made a dash for the vehicle where Stiles faced away from you.

You startled the boy who let out a scream of, "Oh, my God," while you started talking, "They know."

"What?"

"They know Jackson's missing!" Allison exclaimed a look of panic still on her face.

Stiles raised the phone in his hand, "No, they can't. I've been texting his parents since last night. They don't have a clue." The girl gave a rapid shake of her head, "My grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know."

Stiles turned to you for confirmation and when you gave him just that he let the phone dangle in between two of his fingers as if it had suddenly gotten a disease. He let out noises of panic as he raised it to you, "Chuck that." He dashed into the van, grabbing the radio where the dispatcher could be heard.

All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. Repeat, proceed with caution.

You three jumped into the van, Allison turned to Stiles, "Where are we going?" He typed on Jackson's phone, "Somewhere very far from this," he tossed it out the window before speeding away.

Stiles had given you his phone to call for Scott, he said it was so they couldn't connect you to anything if something happened. Scott had answered and assured you three he would meet you guys there as soon as he could.

When Stiles had found a better place to park, you three waited for Scott which ended up not being that long in the end. The four of you stood close to the edge discussing what to do with Jackson.

"If Jackson doesn't remember being the Kanima, then he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet," the werewolf sighed.

Stiles replied with such urgency it almost scared you, "Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it?" You shrugged, "Maybe it wasn't his idea, what if someone else took it?"

"Then somebody else knows what he is," Stiles pointed out. Scott looked at Stiles in realization, "Which means that someone's protecting him."

Allison nodded along, "Like the bestiary says, 'The Kanima seeks a friend,' right?"

Stiles stopped the conversation, "Okay, hold on. So somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the Kanima and then just erases part if it so he wouldn't know? I mean, who would do that?"

"Somebody who wanted to protect him," Allison offered. "There's something else," Scott started, "You said the only thing you found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that's actually true?"

"So what, all the people killed so far have been murderers? Seems absurd doesn't," you questioned.

"Well, no, it can't be. It tried to kill all of us, remember? I don't know about you three but I haven't murdered anybody lately," Stiles said.

"But I don't think that it was actually trying to kill us," Scott turned to Allison, "Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time, it just went right by us, didn't it?"

"You're right, it just ran off," she confirmed. Scott had turned back to Stiles, "And it didn't kill you in the mechanic's garage."

"It hasn't tried to kill me, yet," you added.

"Well, yeah, but it tried to kill me and Derek in the pool."

"Did it," Scott asked.

"It would've. It was waiting for us to come out."

"What if it was trying to keep you in?"

Stiles rolled his shoulders back and bounced on his feet, "Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?" You patted his shoulder slightly and continued the conversation, "Okay, but why would it go through all that trouble?"

"Because there's something else going on. We don't know what it is. We don't know anything about what's going on with Jackson or why someone's protecting him."

You saw Allison face scrunch up lightly, "Know thy enemy." You three turned your attention towards her, "Just something my grandfather said."

"Alright, I got it," Stiles stated, "Kill Jackson. Problem solved." You pointed to the boy, "Honestly, the more I hear that suggestion, the more I'm starting to consider it. I was against Derek killing Lydia but when it comes to Jackson that philosophy it starting to go out the window."

The couple looked at you two, unamused by your banter. "He risked his life for us. Against Peter, you remember that?" He tried to reason with you two but you guys weren't having it.

"Yes, but what did we just find out," you scoffed.

"He got the bite from Derek. It's funny how he just got exactly what he wanted but supposedly risking his life for us, it's funny," Stiles waved his hands around sarcastically.

"Yeah, it doesn't mean he's not still worth saving." Stiles sighed at Scott, "It's always something with him, though."

"Stiles is right, even before all this," you agreed.

"He doesn't know what he's doing." You raised your hands out, "So what?"

"So, I didn't either. And neither did you," Scott pointed out. He turned to the dark haired girl once more, "You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson?" She acknowledged him slightly before he continued, "I had someone to stop me. He has nobody."

"How is that our problem," you asked. Stiles agreed, "That's his own fault."

"Doesn't matter. If we can save him, we should try."

Later that night, you and Stiles came back to the preserve to check up on the couple and what you saw was worrying to say the least. Stiles pounded on the car window, "You guys might wanna come take a look at this."

The two of you jogged the couple over to the van where you could see the back doors pried open and no Jackson in sight.

"I have to tell my father." Scott was in a daze as he started to walk away. "Scott. He's going to kill someone."

"Okay, tell him. Tell him everything," the boy relented.

"Scott, I gotta tell mine, too."

"This is all my fault."

Allison tried to reason with him, "It's not. But we have to tell them. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this."

"Not to mention, this and everything with Derek as well," you mentioned.

Scott was still in his fatigued state, "You're right." Allison finally directed her attention to Stiles, "How you gonna make your dad believe all this?"

"I don't know."

Scott finally broke out of his trance turning, his eyes glowing, "He'll believe me."

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a/n: sorry about the kind of shorter chapter, honesty I feel like there wasn't much that happened in this episode anyways :/ hope you guys enjoyed either way tho!!

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tadpolesonalgae · 2 years

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Hey! I love more than myself so much it was literally perfect! Thank you so much for writing it! You’re an amazing writer ❤️

I have another request hehe, if you don’t mind ofc. Azriel x reader where he has a nightmare and she’s there to comfort him. They talk for the whole night and then in the morning the bond simultaneously snaps for the both of them.

If you can’t no hard feelings:)

Azriel x Reader: Nightmares

A/N: it’s no problem at all, I get so excited hearing new ideas so I absolutely love getting requests ❤️

(Sorry this took a while <3)

Visual Prompt here!

Heart still pounding, Azriel made his way to the balcony of the House of Wind, readying for takeoff.

Nightmares were not an unusual occurrence for the Shadowsinger, but it had been a very long time since memories of the War had returned to haunt him. So he did what he usually did when malignant dreams stalked his sleep: he flew off into the night. The feeling of the air catching beneath his wings, allowing him to soar however he pleased - it reminded him of how he was free.

Judging from the light, it seemed to be in the liminal period between midnight and dawn, when the partygoers had returned to their homes, but the early birds hadn’t yet risen. It was peaceful. And good thing too, because he knew his scent would betray his fear.

He swooped downwards, gliding on the winds as he flew silently over the houses of Velaris, until his eye caught on one and he dared to land in the street outside, never making a sound. Azriel didn’t know why he felt a twinge of hopelessness in his chest when he saw your bedroom light was out. You had a relatively normal sleeping schedule, of course you would already be asleep.

But maybe he decided to knock softly of your door anyway, in the hopes you might pick it up in your sleep and for some reason decide to leave your warm bed - then he would feel less bad about himself than if he called for you. His shadows swirled restlessly about him, as if still trying to ward of the images, the visions that had slithered their way into his mind that night.

To his surprise, the door opened mere moments after having knocked, making him take one slight step back so his scent wouldn’t be the first thing you noticed. Fingers curled round the door frame as you pulled it open, peering out wearily at your unexpected guest. He watched as your brow furrowed slightly, “Azriel?” The hushed sound of his name on your lips had the majority of his fear dissipating on the spot, relief washing over him like a cooling dip on a hot summers day.

You opened the door wider when you recognised the male. “What are you doing here?” You whispered, brushing some of your hair back absently. That was an excellent question. One he hadn’t thought of the answer to. He hadn’t really even considered you might be awake at this hour. Thankfully, he was spared from fumbling an excuse when you stepped aside, shaking the question from your head as you gestured for him to enter, latching the door shut softly behind him.

He followed you as you made your way to the kitchen, near the back of the house, golden light streaming from the gap beneath the door. When you opened it, he was met with a room brimming with candle-light and his brow furrowed as you lead him to the table. “How long have you been awake?” He murmured, taking a seat as he watched you move to the kettle. He noticed a fresh cup was already made, hinting you’d been awake for some time.

“I woke up maybe…” you paused to think, “fifteen? Twenty? minutes ago?” You poured the still boiling water into a cup, watching as the teabag filled with air then deflated once you removed the hot stream of water. “What woke you?” He asked, beginning to relax more into the chair more as he took in your fluid movements.

Azriel’s eyes traced your comforting figure as you walked the hot cuppa over to him, setting it down softly on the table before taking the seat opposite him. “I don’t really know, to be honest,” you sighed, palms circling the slightly cooler tea in front of you. “One moment I was asleep, the next…” you gestured to your wide awake form.

His brow furrowed slightly, what could have caused you to wake from your sleep at this time? “No sounds coming from outside? No stray breezes?” He tried, continuing to ponder the mystery. You shrugged absently, running a nervous finger around the edge of your mug. Something you did when your mind was elsewhere. “What is it?” He asked softly, keen senses picking up on your hesitance. Your eyes flicked to his then away again, dragging over various objects in the kitchen before returning back to his.

“Actually…when I woke up, I felt a bit panicked…” you began slowly, watching him warily for any sort of judgement. When you found nothing but curiosity, you continued, “it felt like…I’d forgotten something? Or…there was something I was supposed to do? And I can’t remember it…” your brow was tightly narrowed in a mix of confusion and frustration. Then you swallowed, coming back down from wherever your mind had been - sadly unclasping your lip from beneath your teeth, too - and focusing back on him. “It was weird,” you admitted, a grimace resting on your mouth, “I still feel a little uneasy though…” you thought for a little, then murmured almost under your breath, “was I dreaming about something?”

It was adorable and soothing. No way around it. Watching you slip into that space where you muttered to yourself, becoming to preoccupied with your thoughts to remember the space around you. It had the edges of his mouth softening and the tension in his shoulders releasing. He watched you peacefully from his chair, content to let you ponder in silence while he remained in your presence, warming his hands on the mug.

“Anyway,” you startled, shifting back to reality, “what about you? Why were you prowling the streets at this unmotherly hour?” A grin had tilted your lips and damn him if it didn’t put him entirely at ease, being in this private space with you, almost away from time itself. His nightmare didn’t bother him nearly as much anymore, not with you before him, giving him that conspirator’s smile that always had the edges of his mouth lifting in return.

Azriel sighed, “bad dream,” he mumbled, raising the mug to his mouth to hide the words. “Pardon?” You leant forward onto your elbows, moving closer to hear him. Azriel swallowed the scalding tea, the temperature a secondary thought in his mind, “bad dream,” he mumbled, a little louder. He watched as your head cocked, putting together the slur of sounds into something coherent. Then your expression shifted to that mixture of teasing playfulness he knew was coming as your lower lip pushed out in a small pout.

“Did the big, scary Illyrian have trouble sleeping?” A soft smile curved your lips as you mumbled the words, especially as he heaved a long-suffering sigh, briefly tipping his gaze to the ceiling before settling it back to yours. You didn’t miss the smile he attempted (poorly) to conceal. “Come on, let’s get you all wrapped up, nice and warm, yeah?” You smiled, standing from your chair as you moved toward him. He sighed again, resigning himself over to you. He had been the one to hope you were awake. If he had to go through your routines, so be it.

As he ascended the stairs behind you, he wasn’t sure if he was regretting the relentless teasing he’d subjected you to for the past decade for your awfully named ‘self-love nights’. It had all happened on a similar evening (perhaps morning was more appropriate): he’d dropped in, unexpected, and you’d confronted him with a frying pan and a pale cream covering your face. He’d thought he’d seen a ghost that first night. His shadows had, too, because they had immediately reeled back from you, vanishing to hide behind the expanse of his wings as the shock had settled over him. After that, it had been a clash of him teasing you over your ‘ghost face’ and you shoving back with various jabs at how his shadows had turned-tail and ran.

When you opened the door to your bedroom and stepped inside, he felt a sudden nervousness overtake him. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been in your room before - but something felt different tonight. More personal. Intimate. He shook his head free of the thoughts as you waltzed over to a rocking chair in the corner of the room and heaved it toward the bottom of your bed, in front of a small fireplace that was set in the wall. You gave it a pointed look as it was the only place to sit in the room - besides the bed - that would comfortably accommodate his wings.

“Are you going to turn me into one of your ghosts?” He asked softly, a teasing glimmer in his eyes. You rolled your own, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning your weight to one hip as you gave him a disinterested glare to tell him exactly when you thought of the jab: unnecessary, and most importantly not funny. You watched how his lips twitched under your glare, attempting to reign in his smile.

“I’m going to fetch some things, you do your male thing and light the fire,” you gave him a mockingly flirtatious smile and disappeared into the bathroom. Azriel knew the smile wasn’t serious. He knew it was just more of the push and pull between you two, but still. Attempting to clear his mind, he set to work on building a small fire to cast some light across the room.

By the time you had managed to collect the things you wanted, as well as figuring out how to transport them through to next door, Azriel had the fire crackling with life, oranges and yellows decorating the space. Already the room felt warmer, friendlier, because that’s what you were feeling, right? You decided not to ponder too long as you padded over to the bed, setting down the chosen supplies in a clumsy pile.

When you turned, Azriel was watching the pile as if it were a threat. The look made your lips tilt up and a huff of laughter fall from your mouth, making the male raise his gaze in question. “I promise it won’t bite,” you teased, gesturing for him to take a seat on the rocking chair. His eyes flicked from yours, to the pile, then back again before he shut his eyes in resignation, settling back into the chair.

“Would you like snail paste, or gut oil first?” You asked and watched, delighted, as his eyes flew open, alarm flaring in them as he scanned you for the truth. “Sorry,” you laughed quietly, “I couldn’t resist.” His brow narrowed into a slight scowl, but the softness lining his features was undermining the glower significantly. “Not funny,” he muttered as his eyes slid shut. “At least your shadows didn’t balk this time,” you snickered, earning a playful smack to the shoulder from one as you reached for the cloth that would keep his hair from his eyes.

Azriel didn’t protest as much as you had anticipated as you wrapped the fabric carefully around the back of his neck and across his forehead, his eyes remaining peacefully shut the whole time. You opened a small tin containing a clear, viscous balm that melted on your fingers as you scooped it up, lightly applying it over his cheeks, gently massaging it down the sharp cut of his jaw, being as careful and as thorough as you could manage.

After a while of silence, you continuing to rub the balm across his skin, the male shifted, eyes cracking open as they slanted over your figure. “Do you want me to move to the bed?” He mumbled softly, dark eyes peering up at you curiously. Before your heart could attempt to pound from your chest, he clarified, “you’ll break your back leaning over.” And there were better ways to go about that. “I’m fine,” you soothed, “we’re focusing on you tonight, Azriel.” You couldn’t explain why you had felt the need to say his name, to sound it out within the confines of your bedroom.

His eyes caught on your mouth as it rolled off your tongue and suddenly sitting down felt like a good idea. Maybe the late night - early morning? - was doing something to you, your heart specifically. You weren’t used to seeing Azriel in this different light, literally. But that was a lie, wasn’t it. You’d be a liar if you attempted to convince anyone the Shadowsinger was anything but breathtakingly beautiful.

Apparently the late night (early morning??) was also messing with Azriel. You knew this for a fact as his hands braced your waist, guiding you to sit on his lap, legs spread either side of his hips. It had clearly messed with you own mind too, because you went with him, willingly. There was a moment of silence in the air, a moment where time stopped to observe as the two of you made eye contact, emotion laid bare in the quiet. Your breath hitched as his dark eyes peered at you, your own hands still cupping his jaw from where you had been massaging in the balm.

“Are you—” you swallowed, trying desperately to grasp for some strands of humour but your heart was having a breakdown, “are you flirting with me?” Thank the mother for the light from the fire disguising the blush that was heating your cheeks. Again his eyes dipped to your mouth, before hauling back to meet your own. You traced the movement of his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, “maybe a little,” he admitted. Was his voice deeper?

Caught off guard from the movement, you shifted in his lap, turning away to reach for another metal tin. The break in eye contact was a much needed relief, but already you were missing it. Collecting a slightly larger tin in your trembling fingers, you attempted to unscrew the lid, but nerves were preventing you from getting a good grip on the damn thing. Maybe if you weren’t so very aware of his large palms still resting on your waist, cupping your sides as if to keep you from sliding away from him, you wouldn’t be having these problems.

You huffed a sigh of annoyance before warmth left your waist, his hands moving to loosen the lid for you. It popped off in his hands. Right, it wasn’t a screw-on lid, it was one of the pull ones. You swallowed thickly, “thanks.” You took the tin from his hands which - mother above - returned to your waist, perhaps a little lower, now settling on the slope of your hip bones. Before he could pull another move that would have your heart tripping over itself, you dipped your fingers into the opaque cream, gathering a dollop and setting the now closed tin back on the bed before passing the cream evenly between your hands in order to spread it over his skin. You were careful to avoid his eyes and nose, even more so around his mouth.

“What do they do?” He asked softly, breaking the silence but also drawing your attention back to his lips. “Huh?” You zoned back in from tracing his glorious mouth, heat flushing your cheeks. “The ointments, what do they do?” A teasing grin lifted the corners of his mouth, seeing your line of thought. Gods, this male. You sucked in a breath as you continued massaging in the cream until most of his skin was covered, “the balm was for revitalising skin,” you listed from memory.

Azriel’s eyes flickered to yours and you were so very aware of his grip tightening on your hips, “you’re saying my skin needs revitalising?” He narrowed his eyes at you playfully and you sent him back a scowl. “Fine, it’s a natural enhancer,” you amended, aware of how his chest puffed out slightly at the confirmation you recognised his natural beauty, “makes you glow more.” Had you shifted closer to him?

“And the cream?” He asked, seemingly pleased with himself in a way that was endearing. You smirked, “it’s supposed to be anti-aging - gets rid of stress markers,” you teased. He looked at you incredulously and you wanted to melt into him in that moment. Just turn to liquid and relax into him. Was that weird? “I can’t catch a break when I’m around you, can I?” He grumbled, shutting his eyes and tipping his head to prop against the back of the chair.

Suddenly the urge to attach your mouth to his throat became almost overpowering. How his skin looked so temptingly clear of any marks in the firelight, how you could feel his chest rising and falling. You still had some excess cream on your fingertips, so you rose one hand, lifting it to his neck, barely a millimetre from the skin before you gently pressed down. You felt him tense beneath you, hands suddenly loosening their grip on your hips as you lightly dragged the very tip of your index finger down the column of his throat, watching as he swallowed beneath it.

When he made no move against you, you leant into his body, the chair leaning back as your weight shifted. By now both your hands were splayed across his chest, your cheek resting on his shoulder peacefully as your breaths evened out, his scent putting you at ease as you gave in and relaxed into the firm outline of his body. As far as he could tell, you were well on your way to drifting off, and as inconvenient as it was for you to fall asleep while he still had the weird cream covering him, there was absolutely no chance in the world he was going to pass up this moment. His heart was reeling from it all. You’d fallen asleep on top of him, pressed flush against him. His heart soared.

You’d promised yourself you were just a little tired, just intended to rest for a little before returning to make conversation with Azriel, but his scent had been so perfect, so soothing, your mind had wandered far from reality. You had no idea how long you’d been dozing for when your conscious resurfaced, not as you somehow managed to pull away from his encompassing warmth, far enough to see his powerful arms had wrapped around your middle, keeping you cradled against him.

Upon feeling you shift, he looked down, sighing both with relief and disappointment. Relief so he could be done with the cream, disappointment because, well, you were no longer curled up against him like he was the safest place you’d found. Realising you’d nearly actually fallen back asleep, you reached for another piece of fabric, a small towel, using it to carefully remove the cream as the nutrients would have already been absorbed by his skin.

“Sorry,” you murmured, a light flush on your cheeks as you reached for another cloth. “I need to go dampen this,” you mumbled, attempting to shift away from the male and for a second you really thought he wasn’t going to let go, but he did. You fumbled your way to the bathroom, wetting the cloth and wringing it out before returning the get rid of anything you would have missed with the dry towel while also soothing the skin. “All done,” you mumbled, a hesitant smile curving your mouth.

Azriel blinked, slowly, registering that it was over. “I thought you were going to put snails on my face?” He asked, making your lips tilt into a full smile. You made to move for the bathroom again, “I can go ge—” Azriel cut you off with a hand wrapping around your wrist, halting your actions. “Please no,” he groaned, curving his brows slightly. You feigned a disappointed sigh, “alright,” you moved to remove the fabric from his face, allowing his hair to flop back down to his brow, the ends curling around themselves, “next time, though.” It was a threat if Azriel had ever heard one.

“Feeling more relaxed now, Shadowsinger?” You drawled softly once you’d returned your supplies to the bathroom. He nodded, but the action was slightly subdued, as if he were a bit hazy, or fatigued. Your brow dipped in concern. “Azriel,” you murmured softly, catching his attention though he kept his eyes from yours. You walked over to him until you were stood between his legs, casting a shadow over his form. “Hey, talk to me,” you whispered, leaning down to get in his line of sight, “what’s wrong?”

When he didn’t answer you crouched down, placing one hand atop his thigh to steady yourself, “come on, I promise I won’t laugh,” you whispered. His eyes scanned yours, finally meeting them as the muscles in his jaw shifted. Maybe it was the light that was now spilling onto him from the fire behind you, but you noticed the dark circles beneath his eyes. Making a split of the moment decision, you stood up, lacing your hands together as you moved to pull him out of the chair. Thankfully, he moved with you.

He followed wearily as you pulled him over to the bedside, next to your cabinet. Opening one of the draws you pulled out some nightwear large enough for a male, handing it to him, “change into those, you need some sleep, Az.” You patted his upper shoulder then turned to leave the room, giving him some privacy.

Left alone in your bedroom, Azriel couldn’t help but stare at the clothes with minor discontent. He didn’t like that you just had male-sized clothes on hand. Did you have overnight male guests so frequently? He clenched his jaw as he stripped out of his clothes that he’d haphazardly thrown on after waking in a cold sweat. And maybe it was because it was your bed he was about to sleep in but he stopped in at the washroom. While you knew he’d had a troubled night, there was no need for him to keep the scent of fear on him.

His curiosity and nagging doubt only deepened when he pulled the shirt over his broad shoulders. It had slats at the back. For Illyrian guests. It was none of his business. None of his business. Still, it bothered him.

Your knock was well-timed and once Azriel had called for you to come in, you pushed the door wide with a tray in hand, carrying two bowls of steaming soup as well as generous slices of pleasantly buttered, fluffy bread to dip. Instantly, his mouth was watering. It smelled delicious.

Upon seeing his eyes catch on the tray in your hand, a smile curved your lips. “It’ll be morning soon, might as well have breakfast.” Azriel’s heartbeat picked up. He wished every morning could be like this. He supposed he didn’t mind the occasional nightmare if this was the treatment he received. “Thank you,” he swallowed, nostrils flaring as he scented the meal before him. A grin curved his mouth as you set the tray down in the centre of the bed, “soup for breakfast?”

You shot him an indignant and disbelieving look, “right, next time you have a nightmare, I’ll remember to slam the door in your face and not look back,” you snapped, a smile lifting the edges of your mouth as you gestured for him to get into bed. “Alright, alright,” Azriel conceded, “soup isn’t that bad.” He was too focused on not revealing how much he was enjoying this time with you. Being able to eat your food, spend time with you, sleep in your bed, he’d never imagined these events occurring. Especially not as you lifted the covers and settled in on the other side, the tray between the two of you, pillows propping you up enough that indigestion wouldn’t be an issue.

Silence reigned as the two of you began eating the soup, dipping the fluffy bread in every so often. Halfway through his bowl, Azriel sighed, “this is so good.” You chuckled as you took another spoonful of soup, “I know, I made it.” The silence continued, but it was comfortable, you didn’t feel awkward with him next to you, in your bed.

When both of you were getting toward the end of your meal, you breached the silence, “do you want to talk about your dream?” Even though it was whispered, it felt as though you had shouted the words across the bed at him. Azriel froze, the spoon just out of reach of his mouth, then resumed eating. Swallowed. Set the spoon down.

He shifted slightly in the bed, toward you. “It was about the war.” Your face remained neutral, carefully watching him as you tried to gauge just how much it had gotten to him. “I haven‘t had a dream like that…in a very long time. That’s why it bothered me.” The words were somewhat clipped, and you knew pushing deeper probably wasn’t a good idea, but you reached over and placed your hand on top of his, rubbing gently for a couple of seconds before pulling away again, just letting him know you were there.

Your gaze returned to your soup and you found yourself feeling full though there was about a quarter left. “I don’t suppose you have room for more, by any chance?” You turned to look at him, only to find him already watching you. He remained quiet for a bit, before replying, “room for more, but too full to lift my arms,” an amused grin lifted his mouth, making you huff a laugh as you rolled onto your side and shuffled closer, placing the bowl between you as you raised the spoon to his mouth, feeding the soup to him slowly.

What alerted the both of you of morning’s arrival was the single ray of sun slashing through your tightly drawn curtains that rested behind the top of the bed. Both of you watched it’s slow descent down the wall as you spoke, “huh.” Azriel shifted to glance at you, more specifically how the sun was catching in your hair at the top of your head, “what, “huh”?” He murmured, trying and failing to not lean closer to you. He knew his time was nearly up. Soon you’d both have to get up and continue with your lives, time wouldn’t stop for either of you.

“We didn’t fall asleep,” you replied, eyes still trained on the morning rays. His breath caught as you leant your head against him, cheek resting on his shoulder. So he decided to go with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulled you against him. You just sighed contentedly, settling into his warmth and his heart soared.

He knew you heard the voices passing below in the streets when you tensed. Then began pulling away from him. He moved to say something just as you turned to him, opening your mouth to speak. Something rippled through the air as your eyes met. Like your hearts had just been locked together, sharing the same pulse throughout your bodies.

Both your eyes widened marginally as you remained frozen, staring deep at the other, allowing the bond to settle though in the moment you swore you could feel the connection, like a strange magnetisation.

“You—” you began, then halted. “We—” your eyes darted between each of his hazel ones, as if for answers. “What—?” You spluttered, completely knocked off your feet and now free falling. Silver lined your eyes, emotion welling, both from confusion and fortune. Your heart felt like a war drum in your chest, pounding out it’s certain beat.

He dipped his chin hesitantly, as if he were still unsure. “I felt it, too,” he managed. You sucked in a deep, sudden breath, “are you— I mean— do you…?” You weren’t quite sure what you were trying to ask as you gestured between the two of you. But you pointed at him, then at yourself, brows raised in question, “with me?” There was no break in eye contact as he dipped his chin, arms already pulling you closer as you jerked yourself from your sitting position to land on top of him, hands lacing in his hair as you buried your face in the junction of his neck and shoulder. The bowls clattered to the floor as they were flung off the bed.

Azriel was aware of the hot droplets landing on his skin, how your chest was trembling with silenced sobs, how your fingers were clutching him so desperately. All he could do was match you, arms wrapping up and around your waist as he kept you tight against him, trying to keep up with the way his heart was pounding against his chest, almost disbelieving.

You pulled away when you felt something wet land on your shoulder that had been beneath Azriel’s jaw. Matching tears were spilling from his eyes, lips still ajar as he looked up at you. Then smiles bloomed across your mouths as he raised his hand to press your forehead against his own, noses touching as your own hands cupped his jaw, eyes shutting as you allowed yourself to embrace this feeling.

You could feel him mouthing ‘mate’ silently against your lips, as if he were struggling believe it. “Mate,” you whispered, a warm feeling settling across your body as he opened his eyes to look up at your tear filled ones. “Together,” you mumbled against him. He nodded slightly, hand snaking up to cup the back of your neck, “together.”

Your lips met and you melted, all of you relaxing into him as if you’d been heated to a liquid. Repeating one word over and over as you moulded your lips together: always.

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“Slithering in our grasp” Triple A (Asa, Akemi, and Amaya) and Keiichirou (@gingerall ‘s oc!)

A/N: Well… Its been super long since I made a fanfic, hasn’t it? Not to mention I barely made a fanfic with someone else’s oc! After a long long time, I finally got to writing my OCs with @gingerall’s OC Keiichirou which takes place in one of his fics called Eden and its downfall. I really hope I did him justice for you! Also I’m really curious as to how he would react to my OCs, especially Akemi…👀👀👀

The Sakamaki manor’s atmosphere seemed to have changed over the past few days. Never mind its usual macabre atmosphere and the faint stench of death from corpses past present it the earth below.

No. That is not the case, it all started when the current sacrificial bride decided to bring another man into the manor’s doors, for a school project, apparently. It was a strange school project not even the sadistic triplets knew or even heard in class, that is if they even paid attention in class. “I swear on it, Reiji! There is no project! That bastard is playing with us!!” Ayato exclaimed, running his hands over his ruby red hair in frustration, clearly starting to doubt himself and his memories of school fogged over the random things he thought of during class: Takoyaki, basketball, big breasts, whatever.

Reiji removed his glasses to wipe them, “Like I said, it would be beneficial for her to learn from Mr. Seong, her grades have been slipping as of late this year.” He explains cooly as he pushes his glasses back on. Ayato looks over at his older brother angrily before storming off in a random direction. “Stupid Reiji! What is he trying to fucking pull here? How dare Chichinashi bring another guy in her room who isn’t Ore-sama?” Ayato grumbled as he stomps his way down the corridor, paying no mind to the expensive porcelain on display, the assortment of portraits of several people he didn’t give two shits about hanging on the walls with their black stares nor did he pay any mind to who was in front of his way, fumbling over his phone as Ayato bumped into him.

“Oi, watch where ya going, you idiot!” The youngest snarled, the grip around his phone tightened as he scolds his older narcissistic brother only to curse out again as his phone beeps, “Fuck! Why won’t she pick up? Come on, come on already…” Subaru groaned in frustration while dialing the number on his phone again, his ear pressed harshly at the recently cracked screen to hear the phone ring. “Hah? Says you! You’re blocking my way! Why the fuck are you on the phone for?!” Ayato questioned the youngest, grabbing the phone from his hand without warning to look at the screen. “Shut up, I’m trying the get that jerk out of here! Give me my phone back!” Subaru hollered as he tussled with Ayato over the cracked phone that was still ringing in his palm.

“Subaru! Whatcha calling me for? Me and the others are just about on our way back from shopping. Did you want anything? Snacks? Some trinkets for your emo outfits? I can ask the familiars to go shopping again if you want since we’re like, in the car so you have to send me a list.” A preppy voice calls out, filling the room and stopping the two vampires from their fight, emerald eyes widen in recognition at the sound of the girl’s voice from the phone. Ayato takes the chance to push Subaru away, “Oi! Give the phone to Ghost Eyes for fucks sake! It’s urgent!” Ayato demanded, pressing his ear against the phone harder in hopes of hearing the girl better through the low signal as Subaru tried to claw at him to retrieve his phone. “Huh? Did you want to talk to Asa? She’s busy now, working for your father, remember? It’s Thursday, her busiest day?” Amaya stated bluntly, her voice choppy over the phone, “Anyways, Me and Akemi are just about on our way back anyway, why are you so bossy with me Ayato? Where’s Subaru? Why do you have his phone?” Before Ayato could answer, Subaru finally snatched the phone out of the other vampire’s grasp. “YUI BROUGHT A SHADY FUCK OVER! HE’S IN HER ROOM RIGHT NOW!” Subaru yelled at the phone frantically, shaking his phone as the call went quiet.

After what felt like forever, the moment of silence finally broke, “What do you mean?!! How did this happen??” Another voice rings out, her voice grows pitchy and high with worry. “Akemi, wait! Don’t pull at the phone! I’ll put it on speaker right now!” Amaya urged, the sound of static and shuffling can be heard from the other side. Subaru’s face softened slightly, trying to calm himself down after his outrage, “So? When are you coming back? Are you nearby?” He asks carefully in hopes of calming the distressed girl as white noise rings out from the phone. “It’s just trees and more trees at this point. I’m not sure if we’re even halfway?” Akemi groaned in frustration, “Yesh, it's been like, what? Almost a century since we came here and we still live neck deep into the forest- WAIT A SECOND, I THINK I SEE THE MANOR ALREADY, HOLD ON-“ Amaya squealed over the phone, the sound of a door opening and a pair of footstep can be heard from outside and in the phone, Ayato and Subaru wasted no time to dash over to the manor’s doors and slammed them open, letting the two other vampires inside. “Subaru, Ayato! Please stay put while we go to her room, don’t do anything rash, got it?!” Akemi hollered, already making her way up the stairs with Amaya close by, trailing after her.

Panting. Amaya does her best to catch up to her sister, running as fast as her legs can carry her as Akemi turns to another corner, “Akemi! Wait up a moment! Come on! Slow down!” Amaya yelled frantically, reaching her hand out towards her sister’s hand, and clasping it between hers. “DON’T TOUCH ME!“ Akemi cried out, her breath hitched in shock, causing her to stop abruptly and almost fall to her knees as she looked at Amaya over her shoulder, eyes wide and alight with small flames flickering at her blond lashes. “Hah…Haah… haah… hah” Akemi panted, yanking Amaya's hands off hers as beads of sweat stuck to her bangs and face which had grown paler with worry. “Akemi…?” Amaya called out carefully, making sure she didn’t step too close to her sister’s space, panicked, fiery blue eyes never left hers until the licks of flames had dissipated. “Kemi… you good now...? … You know I didn’t mean to do that…” Amaya whispered, trying to find the courage to stretch her hand out for her sister to hold. Akemi pursed her lips together and shook her head to get herself together, “Yeah, I’m fine… thank you, Amaya.” she breathed out as she took her younger sister’s hand in hers to pull herself up on her feet. Amaya’s dark brows furrow at the blonde “You gotta stop pushing yourself when it comes to stuff like this, Kemi.” Akemi could only nod once as they made their way to Yui’s room, hands linked together, “Come on, that ‘shady guy’ might still be inside Yui’s room,” Amaya urged, tugging at Akemi’s hand as they slowly reached to Yui’s door to the vampires’ surprise, was slightly ajar.

Just open enough for the two to hear light laughter through the door.

“Really, Keiichirou-san, I’m so grateful for your help.” A familiar voice chimed from the open door; Akemi quickly peeked through the small gap to inspect further. She presses her hand against the door and the knob with the other, careful not to make the door move as she looks through the gap to find Yui perched on her bed, a genuine smile on her lips towards what Akemi can only guess to be the young man that Subaru mentioned over the phone, an enigmatic student that she never bothered to interact with until now. “Hey, please don’t say such things, sweetheart. Remember what I said earlier?” A deep voice rings out from the room, Akemi frowns but stays where she is to not alarm the culprit behind the door, “I appreciate you; I hope you won’t forget it, Yui.” Keiichirou states softly as he pulls the small blonde girl into his arms, hugging her so intimately that Amaya lets out a small gasp at the sight.

Taken aback, Akemi tears her eyes from the two humans before her to silence her younger sister, “H-hey! Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t know Yui had a crush of sorts!” Amaya whispered fiercely, waving her hands dramatically as she tried to contain her excitement. “Did you see those shoulders??? He must be the handsome type! Aren’t you curious to see his face, Kemi?” Amaya squeaks as she peers at the gap, trying to glimpse at the red-haired human’s face as she presses herself against Akemi’s back. “Amaya, hush. They’ll hear us, keep it down.” Akemi scolds her fangirling younger sister, gently pushing her away from the door. Letting out a huff, Akemi turns back to the door to keep her eye on Yui and this ‘Keiichirou’ man. Hoping he was too focused on Yui to notice them.

Until a pair of icy blue eyes met hers.

Akemi forced herself from flinching away from this man’s gaze, to stand her ground and wait for his next move as his red lashes fluttered toward Yui, “That’s strange, it seems like I’ve forgotten to close the door properly…” Keiichirou noted to himself out loud, causing Yui to jump slightly, “I-Is that so? I can go close it just in case…” she slowly stuttered out until Keiichirou lifted his hand to reassure her with an easy smile on his face, “No no, no need, I can do it. It would be worrying if someone was sticking their nose where shouldn’t be.” He laughed lightly as he sauntered his way toward the door, his eyes flickered toward Akemi’s as he flashed her a knowing smile, sending shivers down her spine. Akemi’s mind started racing, ‘If he opens the door and exposes us, Yui will depend on Keiichirou more… but I don’t want to leave her with him, in her bedroom of all places!’ the blonde vampire cursed under her breath at the thought as Keiichirou gets closer, his long fingers grazing against the doorknob.

Thinking quickly, Akemi knocks on the door.

Keiichirou cocks his head to the side, curious.

“Yui? Are you in your room? We just got back from the mall.” Akemi calls out, knocking again for good measure as she glares at the red-haired human through the gap. Keiichirou’s soft lips parted, his eyes never leaving Akemi’s, even as Yui brushed past him to open the door. “Akemi-san! Amaya-san! Welcome back.” Yui exclaimed, giving the two vampires a small polite smile as Amaya pulled Yui into a tight hug, “It’s good to be back, you must have been lonely, haven’t you? Who’s your friend over there, hm?” Amaya hummed with a smile spread on her lips as she looked over to the red-haired human with questioning eyes. “Seong, Keiichirou Seong, pleased to meet you. I came here to help Yui on a school project.” he introduces himself, holding his hand out as he gives both vampires his best genuine smile. Akemi purses her pink lips as she takes Keiichirou’s hand in hers, shaking it firmly, “Pleased to meet you… I’m Akemi Sakamaki, this is my younger sister Amaya.” Akemi explained, pointing at her younger sister who gave Keiichirou a small wave, “Um… thank you for helping Yui out with the project while we were out. We were kinda busy.” Amaya mumbled, twirling her long black hair between her fingers. “Haha, it wasn’t too bad. We just finished it just about now.” Keiichirou laughs as he pulls out his phone to look at the time, “Oh dear, would you look at the time? I’m sorry about this but I need to call my driver to take me back home. It's such a shame, I would have liked to talk to you more.” Keiichirou lets out a sigh, feigning disappointment as his eyes find his way to Akemi once more, who only gives him a small, exasperated huff. "Well, it's quite late now, after all, I’m sure you have other places to be.” Akemi waves a dismissive hand as she lightly pushes at the boy’s wide back towards the other side of the door.

“Well then, farewell, Keiichirou Seong.”

Before Keiichirou could turn around, the door shuts in his face, leaving him alone to stare and huff in annoyance at the polished wood. On the other side of the door, Akemi turns her head towards the sacrificial bride, her delicate features now twisted in fear. “Akemi-san… why did you do that?” Yui asked quietly, “It’s all my fault, he didn’t do anything wrong, I promise…” She stuttered before the two vampires, her hands shaking as warm hands enveloped hers. “No… no, it's nothing like that, I promise. We were just worried” Akemi hushes, squeezing the human’s hands gently. Yui’s pink eyes cast down to the floor, her blonde bangs hiding her frown, “… But he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. He treats me like I’m… normal…” Yui pressed firmly, her lips trembling as she tried to bite back her grief. Amaya’s face softens at the sight and places her hand on the girl’s shoulders, “Hey, come on, Yui. I know that your situation is not… Ideal in any way but if this keeps happening, you and this guy could get into big trouble if this continues…” Amaya murmured, trying not to wince at the sight of Yui’s expression growing more detached as she tried to reason with her.

“… I’m grateful for your concern but can I be alone for a while…? I’m kind of tired.” Yui mumbled quietly, retreating herself away from Amaya’s grasp, “I’ll be sure to think about it… I’m not sure if he even knows that both of you are vampires.” Akemi eyes widen at the human’s words as Amaya lets out a soft gasp, “O…ok, we can leave right now… see you later?” Amaya stuttered, unsure what to do but her feet were already making their way out of the human’s room. “That didn’t go well…” Akemi sighed, combing through her blond curls in frustration as they walk down the manor’s hallway, “No shit, we sounded like assholes to her.” Amaya groaned in return, thinking back at her words and Yui’s crestfallen face, “…Maybe they should at least hang out in school in between classes? Keiichirou seems nice?”. Akemi shook her head, looking over the large window of the manor, catching a glimpse of Keiichirou leaning against the gate, “I don’t know, he seems a little off to me.” She frowns at the thought, watching the young man’s red hair get blown in the cold night’s wind with a faint line of smoke emitting where his soft lips should be. Akemi crinkles her nose at the pseudo-scent of cigarette smoke filling her nostrils, she shakes her head at the memories filling her head, rubbing her hands together, dissipating the small blue embers in between. Even after all the years of practicing, old habit seems to die hard.

“Keiichirou Seong… just what is he planning to do?”

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers oc #dl oc #diabolik oc #asa sakamaki #sakamaki asa #akemi sakamaki #sakamaki akemi #amaya sakamaki #sakamaki amaya #sakamaki ayato #ayato sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #sakamaki reiji #sakamaki subaru #subaru sakamaki #dialovers #keiichirou seong

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seaside-stories · 17 days

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The Creature

I felt compelled to write it anyway. Here's my version of the story:

A creature approaches. It peeks in through the window before slithering through, bending its incorporeal body to its will. There is a boy inside, dozing softly. The creature leans over so that its line of sight is matched with the boy's.

He is not quite asleep, but he's getting there. He's snoring softly and clutching a stuffed octopus. When the creature crouches, he stirs slightly, but does not wake. Not until it speaks.

"Hello, young one."

The boy startles, looking at the creature with wide eyes.

"Do not be afraid."

It was not supposed to be frightening. After all, it had chosen to speak with the voice of the boy's father, and the fathers that came before him. It was supposed to be soothing.

It spoke with a cacophany of voices. The space it occupied looked like a hole in the universe.

"Do not be afraid," it said. He scarecly dared to move. "You will wake up in a world that is not your own. I cannot tell you any more than that. You can bring only what you can carry."

The creature then moved away from the bed, and positioned itself in an empty corner. Watching. Waiting.

The boy slowly moved to sit up. He cast aside his stuffed toy and gingerly picked up a backpack from the floor. He stood and made his way over to his closet, and started to shove clothes inside. When all the hangers were barren, he turned to his dresser and began to shove socks, underwear, and toiletries inside. It was almost mechanical, as if something was compelling him to move. Once he had taken everything off the surface of his dresser, he put the bag on his bed to adjust things. It was only then that he paused.

Hanging above his bed was a photograph. It was the kind you get in a photo booth, a thin strip containing a few snapshots. He gazed upon those moments frozen in time. He was with friends. They were smiling together. They were happy.

Suddenly, it was as if a spell was broken. The boy whipped around to face the creature, who had not moved from where it sat in the corner.

"What makes you think I believe anything you say?" he asked, rhetorically.

"You have begun to pack. It appears you believe me just fine."

The boy paused, feeling himself flush at this. The creature was right. Up until just now he did believe what it had said. He needed to prove that he'd changed his mind. The boy steeled himself and spoke to the creature once more.

"No, not anymore. I want to stay. I'm not going with you," he said. The creature shifted ominously, growing almost imperceptibly taller.

"Oh?" it asked in that horrible, cacophonous voice. "You want to stay? How adorable. What led to your change of heart?"

The boy clenched his fist, trying his best to hold back his tears. He was terrified, but he would rather die than admit it.

"I just...realized I want to stay." He thought of all of the people in his life who loved him. How horrible it would be to leave them all behind. He held on to each one of those relationships like it was the last thing tethering him to this reality. The creature appeared to cock its head.

"So you have said." It grew taller once more. The boy had to tilt his head to look up at it now. "I cannot allow you to stay simply because you have decided you want to."

"Why not? We all have free will." The boy chose to read in between the lines. 'I cannot allow you to stay simply because you have decided you want to.' It implies that possibly, under some condition, the creature was willing to let him stay.

The creature seemed to consider what the boy had said. "Let's make a deal," it said. "I shall take something of yours, and you shall remain." The boy hesitated.

"What are you going to take?"

"That is for me to decide. Now, do we have a deal?"

- The boy seemed to weigh his options. He stood, silently, thinking, for a long while. Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind.

"Yes. We have a deal," he said.

"Excellent," the creature purred. It then made a beeline for the boy's bed. The creature noticed the boy restraining himself from moving as the creature lifted the blanket and crouched, reaching for something underneath the frame itself. It pulled out a small stuffed duck that was covered in dust. The creature willed the dust away, and it disappeared with a puff of air.

"This will suffice," it said. "Farewell, young one." The creature then pressed the stuffed duck into the region where its torso would be, and the duck seemed to be enveloped by the nothingness. It disappeared in the blink of an eye, there one moment, and gone the next. The creature then slithered out the way it had come in, leaving the boy to his own devices once again. It looked back, for just one moment, and saw the boy seeming awful proud of himself for having bested what he thought to be some great evil.

But what he didn't know is that the duck was not all that was taken. There are some things that the boy will never remember again after this encounter. He had chosen what was important to him, and now he would pay the price, even if he would never know it.

#ss writes #mine #writing

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hcrringtonsbat · 2 years

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BEING EDDIE’S S/O AND COOKING/PROVIDING FOOD FOR HIM

↳ a/n: i literally think about this a lot so, I decided to make a headcannon about it. this is also my first piece for eddie. hope you enjoy! GIF CREDIT GOES TO DROGONSTONE!!!!!! it’s not my gif :)

Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral!Reader

word count: 0.8k+

it should be expected that Eddie Munson lives off of junk food: chips, soda, beef jerky, cereal, the occasional piece of toast…. that’s basically what his diet consists of

his uncle wayne was almost never home: always working, picking up someone else's shift so, Eddie did what he could to provide for himself and didn't think twice about it

but all of that changed when you slithered your way into the Munson boy's life and stole his heart

one of your many love languages was act of services so, you often found yourself cooking for Eddie

when you were grocery shopping for your own family, you found yourself picking up things that you know Eddie enjoyed (while also trying to slip in new and healthy things for him to try)

you'd even ditch your parents some nights and have dinner at the Munson trailer

it usually consisted of you and Eddie packed tightly in his kitchen. Eddie constantly trying new and fun ways to distract you: whispering in your ear, kissing the sweet spot on your neck that he knew made you crazy

while you we're trying (and failing) to shake the boy off of you: giggling and throwing miscellaneous things at him

but, this didn't just stop at you making dinner for him. you also helped out with his lunch

similarly to dinner, you always thought of Eddie when you'd pack your lunch in the mornings

it was a newfound habit to make an extra sandwich or bring his favorite snacks in your lunchbox for him (since we all know what he keeps in his lunchbox)

he'd get super excited when the two of you would sit down to have lunch together during the school day. his favorite thing to do was to guess what you brought him and make it everyones problem

"you are the be- you know… my partner is the best! always looking out for me!" he'd shout in the middle of the hallway, getting the attention of his peers

he took both of your hands and lifted you from your seated position on the hallway floor, “y/n.. you make my young heart swoon.” eddie planted a kiss on your cheek

this is basically how it went when you had lunch with Eddie. he enjoyed drawing attention to you. as much as you swore you hated it, you secretly loved when he’d go all out

sometimes the man would be busy with deals at lunch. on these particular days, you’d attend the Hawkins Environmental Club meetings that always met during lunch

one day it completely slipped you mind to pack something for eddie. you had a huge test coming up and you were overloaded with stress

eddie was so hungry that he nearly gnawed off his thumb while dealing. after it was over and he secured his money, he ran to the school and found you making peaceful conversation with some girls in the environmental club

he stormed in, cool as a cucumber, strolled over to where you were sitting and just hovered. the girls you were speaking to noticed his presence before you did

“oh, hey eddie!” you said, surprised to see him. he never finished deals that quickly

“hi.” he replied. he was just eyeing the peanut butter & jelly sandwich in your right hand. then came that smirk and….. you caved

“here.” you giggled, tearing off a piece for him.

he then sat down and began talking about his new dungeon’s and dragons campaign. this immediately caused the girls you were sitting with to go find someone else to talk to but, you didn’t care. you wanted Eddie all to yourself anyway

like i mentioned before, you liked to make eddie try new things. it scared you that eddie only ate things that came from a box

he would often tease you because one of your many sayings was, “you need to eat things that come from the earth.” he thought you sounded like a hippie trying to get him to smoke weed

so, you tried to find healthy snacks for him to snack on

you started with vegetables. he hates baby carrots, and claimed one chipped his tooth in middle school and he couldn’t risk losing his perfect smile

you had better luck with fruits. it was odd, you’d gone through every basic fruit you could think of: apples, oranges, grapes, bananas. nope. Eddie wasn’t a fan of any one of them

until you stumbled upon peaches. Eddie loved peaches. he said it tasted like the lip balm you used and he could eat peaches for days

as cheesy as it might sound, it warmed your heart a bit. plus, you were finally able to find something with nutritional value for the man to eat

all of your efforts didn’t go unnoticed. Eddie saw how much you cared for him and he loved you even more for it

so, when you asked him to try something new or when you’d drag him away from his campaign notebook to go grocery shopping… he didn’t complain

he was lucky to have someone who cared that much for him

still, no matter how hard you tried…. he still never touches those damn baby carrots

#Eddie munson #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x y/n #Eddie munson x you #Eddie munson imagine #Eddie munson fanfic #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn #jey writes #stranger things #netflix #Eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson headcannon #Eddie munson fic #eddie munson x gn!reader

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eddiemnsonsstuff · 2 years

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soft as silk

ship. eddie munson x fem!reader

author notes. i swear to everything i am so deeply in love with this man i can't even fathom it. anyway, i was feeling some fluff with a little teensy bit of spice, here ya go! enjoy!

tags. morning conversations, sweet little nothings, sleepy kisses, forehead kisses, hugs from behind, pet names, everything fluff, couple talk.

it's a dewy spring morning, the trees blossoming with a beautiful lime and forest green color. a sheen of mist lay upon the foliage outside the bay window hugging your daybed. there you lay, the sun gently coaxing your eyes open.

as my body awakes, i'm greeted by a breathtaking sight at my left. a mess of hair and an arm draped across his forehead; the other pulling me in close. his features are soft as he dreams, his eyes pulled together with long, plush eyelashes. his mouth faintly parted as he breathes silently, making his chest rise and fall ever so slightly.

i pull my frame closer to his, the boy's arms subconsciously holding me tight. i lay with my head on his shoulder for a while, our breath in sync with one another. i tune my ears to his breathing and the blue jays on my windowsill, singing a song that seems to catch his attention as well. his body suddenly envelopes me, his eyes barely parted.

he attempts to speak, his voice coming out raspy and deep.

"good morning darling." he kisses my forehead as he relaxes back into his previous position. eddie holds me tight, his warm chest making contact with my cold shoulders.

i pull myself up and kiss his lips softly, his lips in rhythm with mine. "goodmorning eddie." i whisper, smiling on his mouth. i run my fingers through my hair as i sit up, the thick blanket pooling on my lap. i look out the window through the sheer white curtains; but the sunlight pulls my eyes away. i stretch my arms, raising them above my head. as both of my arms are held high, i feel two warm, large hands grab my waist. eddie pulls me down with him and holds me, connecting his fingers around my back.

"i don't want you to get up..." he whines in my neck, pulling his legs up to wrap around me as well. he rocks back and forth as i uselessly try to pull myself away.

"baby, i have to get up, i need to pee." i whisper into his chest. with a groan, he lets go, still holding the hem of my sleep shirt. i grab his cheek and kiss him once more before sliding out of the bed, replacing the blanket over his chest as he grabs the headboard, yawning.

i rub my eyes as i walk to the bathroom, the cold tile waking me even more on my bare feet. i look at myself in the mirror above the sink, fixing my mess of hair with my hands and eventually seating myself on the toilet. i finish up and wash my hands.

i push the door open the rest of the way from the crack it was. i look back into my bedroom and see eddie still laying, but with a pillow propped underneath his chin. i blow him a kiss and he smiles. entering the kitchen, i wave to my mother. she kisses my cheek and grabs her purse off the counter. "i'll be back soon, honey, i've got to go."

i bid her goodbye as i pick out two coffee mugs. i start the coffee pot, washing my hands after. as i am reaching for the Eggo's to place into the toaster, i hear footsteps. "did prince charming finally decide to get out of bed?"

"yes ma'am." he states, his voice still deep as his hands slide around my waist. his chin hits my shoulder, making a smile creep onto my face. i pat his head as i place the box of waffles onto the marble countertop. his hands slither up to my chest, holding my breasts with both palms. we hold eachother for just a minute longer, until he stands and slides into the bar stool on the other side of the kitchen island.

eddie's chest is covered in scratchy and random tattoos, as well as his arms. he brings an arm up to scratch his head, stretching again as his gaze makes its way to me, retrieving the syrup and plates from the cabinet.

"what all are you making, lovebug?" he asks, eyeing the toaster as it pops up.

"Eggo's with blueberries and a cup of coffee with your favorite creamer." i pour two cups of the strong caffeine as the aroma fills the air. he rests his head on both hands, covered in rings and a watch to tell the time.

i plate his breakfast, his waffles and specially picked blueberries; he specifically likes the big ones, because the sour ones are nasty to him. his coffee is stirred as well, the sweet cream creamer mixing with the bold blend of nantucket that he enjoys so much.

he grabs it from the counter as i sit it down and make my own. "eat with me, babe." he smiles as i hand him a fork and he drowns his waffles in syrup. i smile and grab the blueberries from the counter. "how'd you sleep?"

as i listen to him tell me about the weird dream he had, i pick at the blueberries and sip on my coffee as i lean on the counter.

eddie speaks with food in his cheeks and a dribble of syrup on his lip. in that moment i realize that my boyfriend of two years was my soulmate, whether i believe that sort of thing or not.

he looks at me inquisitively his eyes questioning me with, 'what's wrong?' i shake my head. "it's nothing, i just love you."

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #stranger things s4 #stranger things vol 1 #stranger things season four #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things season 4 #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic

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celestialmango · 2 years

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M honestly curious about what you all think about different monster races would be fun for Sun and Moon to be when it comes to being nommed. I'm actually really partial to snake and fish cause love the ocean and love the texture of a live snake. Always liked snakes since I help hold up a sweet yellow boa as a kid when a reptile guy visit my local library during the summer. She was soft smooth and really warm. This gave me a hyper fixation for a while and I kept picking up garter snakes. I was gentle with them and they never bit me. the snakes were always near the road or heading towards it when I moved them, they bit other people tho.

Kept getting told to stop picking up the snakes cause they were germy didn't stop me I would just wash my hands afterwards. The snakes were nice to me after all, I still don't know why they were so nice to me. They would just slither off my arm when I released them. Could have chosen to turn around and bite me, but as I said they never did. Made me want a pet snake for awhile.

I kept moving them away from the road so they didn't get squished....and now I wanna do something with kid reader finding there tiny Naga Sun and Moon and does the same. It would be cute I think. Reader reaches them English because reader doesn't want them to get squished and wants them understand road dangerous. Then they get bigger (still kids tho, just get big fast) and kid reader gets nommed. Parents look for them, find two sleeping happy Naga's cuddling the bulge in ones tail. Think nothing of it till they notice one of kid Reader's shoes near said nagas less then a foot away with some snake spit on it.

They panic and start to approach but one steps on a branch and the two flee before they can catch them. Animal control is called but by the time the arrive to track Sun and Moon reader is where they were originally found putting their shoe back on and animal control is like "this was a false call" but this happens multiple times to the point animal control is like "stop calling us" boys are crafty, manage to start sneaking into reader's room and kidnapping them for sleep overs. Parents decide to move, reader runs away because they didn't like their parents anyways.

Now lives with Sun and Moon so they sorta start growing up together then big bro eclipse comes to check on how they're doing and ends up seeing reader's shoes and socks on the ground with a napping Sun and Moon cuddling tail bulge, panic because oh no one has made a human thier meal, a child even.

Gets sturn with the boys who are like, no, we are not gonna spit give them back they chose to be here. Eclipse is like we'll see about that, forces the one who ate reader to spit them up and reader wakes up like noooooo I was comfy which stuns Eclipse because human child actually wanted to be eaten by his little bros. Like to the point they're trying to coax one to swallow again cause they're still tired from playing with the boys for hours, too tired to notice stunned and silent Eclipse and just wanna go back to sleep and upset then the boys point fingers at Eclipse and reader turns and glares at him before literally shoving their hands down the the throat other who had had them cause the little Naga to reflexively start nomming them.

Eclipse just throws his hand up in the air and turns around because he doesn't feel like dealing with those shannigans today and leaves.

I may have gotten carried away with this idea because I thought the idea of a little trio like that was fluffy and cute.

#mango speaks #☀️🌕#💡☀️🌕🌑☀️👾💧

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beautifulbuckets · 1 month

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Hybrid in heat? (Heavily n$fw so read at your own risk)

It’s that time of that month again, your in heat, it’s normal against the hybrid wolves but it especially effects you harshly, since it’s hard for you to control yourself and your instincts, price has decided to be your caregiver. Yes, your captain, but he did insist after all so you didn’t complain too much but you were still skeptical about it as you find yourself doing pretty embarrassing things when your in heat but it’s not your fault, right? You can’t control it anyway, it’s just part of being half wolf.

So you find yourself kneeling in front your captain in the mess hall as he runs his soft hands through your silky smooth hair he grins softly and you can already feel your needy cunt throbbing for attention. Price looks into your eyes, he can see just how hungry you are for attention, the lust is just something he can clearly see at a glance “You can’t wait just one minute?” He asks in a whisper. You can’t help it, you need to relief yourself to satisfy the horny feeling. You growl softly and price sighs he lifts you up into his lap, he puts his hands on your waist to keep you firmly in place. A rush of heat fills your face, your cheeks are flushed and being on his lap makes you want it even more so you can’t help but to rock your hips back and forth against his hard shaft. Price groans softly and his grip on your waist tightens, he leans forward and talks into your ears softly, his warm breath tickling your neck “Come on, love, you know there’s people around here.” But you just hiss and continue to grind yourself against him, price looks up and at soap who has his jaw agape as he holds his lunch (A sandwich) in his hands, he blushes and manages to look away from you two, he knows this behavior is because your part wolf but he still thinks it’s pretty weird to have to watch his own teammate who he goes into wars with be sexual with the captain of what is supposed to be a intimidating anti-terrorism unit, so he just looks away and slowly continues to eat his lunch.

Price meanwhile looks back down at you, he picks you up and carries you over to his personal quarters for privacy. He locks the door and sets you down on the edge of the bed. You can’t help but to wag your tail and whine at the idea of him fucking you so hard that you can’t walk for a week straight but you mange to not say that out loud and keep your thoughts to yourself. Price hovers over you and shoves his hand between your stomach and pants, slithering his way to your flaps, you can feel his soft skin and thick fingers teasing at your entrance and you whimper quietly “I want it, John, please…” but he abruptly cuts you off as he dips his fingers between your flaps and teases your swollen clit, it pulses and you thrust your hips forward into his hand. You then try to muffle out any sound you make by bitting down on his shoulder, and price flinches slightly at the pain but doesn’t seem to mind overall and let’s you nibble at his skin.

Price then rips your pants and underwear off of you, doing it in a way where your sure he’s also desperate to feel you from the inside out. He forcefully spreads your legs wide open, exposing your sensitive spot. You blush in embarrassment, but price doesn’t care one bit, he digs his middle and ring finger into your hole while using his thumb to massage your clit. You moan out and grind your teeth, your face full of pleasure and struggle as he slowly moves his fingers into you, slowly at first but speeds up. Your heart rate escalates and your breathing becomes quickened, price grunts as he has trouble pushing his fingers deeper into you “Damn- sweetheart, your tight aren’t ya?” It was more of a statement than a question. He rips his fingers out of you and looks down at his hand, you notice a white, creamy, sticky substance on the two fingers he inserted into you and you decide to point it out to him. “W-what’s that?” You ask shyly. Price grins and looks up at your face “It’s your come, hun.” Your eyes widen and you feel your face suddenly become hot again. He licks his fingers clean, doing it painfully slowly to turn you on further. You look away, feeling even more horny than before, his tactics are working and you hate it (but love it all at the same time.) Price stands up and walks to the nightstand next to the bed, you poke your head up, curious at what he’s doing, then that’s when you see it, a pink vibrator in the shape of an egg. Price walks back over to you and spreads your legs again, he turns the vibrator on and puts it directly on your clit. You moan right away and start squirming to feel the sensation even more. You thrust your hips into it and Price understands what your trying to communicate to him, he turns the vibrations up to the max and your eyes roll back in pleasure, you feel yourself getting lost in the intense sensation of stimulation on your cunt. Your legs start trembling and you can feel the pleasure slowly building, you know you will finish soon so you try to savor the moment as much as you can. Price then moves the toy in a circular motion around your still swollen clit which is only pushing you towards the edge further.

And you feel yourself about to burst any second now- you try to tell price your close but as soon as you open your mouth to speak your body tenses up and your breath catches in your throat your about to- your body shakes harshly and you let out a long deep moan, releasing all that built up tension and pleasure. “Oh my- John …” you cry out. Price turns the toy off and sets it to the side. He ducks his head between your thighs and licks up the mess you just made. Which makes you shiver, but since you already got satisfied your clit had gone numb from any further attempt of stimulation you can only feel his tongue on you but doesn’t give off any pleasure like you wish.

After Price is done with you he helps put your pants back onto your legs and let’s you borrow one of his shirts to relax in. He has you sitting in his lap as you scroll on your phone, he kisses your neck gently and runs his fingers through your hair “you taste good.” Price blurts out suddenly, you pause and look up from your phone, staring into his sage green (or hazel for those who prefer realistics) eyes “W-what?” You ask, flustered “Did I stutter?” He growled softly, you shake your head and he smiles, he then kissed you softly and you kiss back just as passionately as him.

💀🧼Anyways that’s it I hope you readers enjoyed the stories and if you will, please tell me some story suggestions or writing suggestions! Thanks.🧼💀

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Fever in my Eyes

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Reader

Words: 8.5K (yeesh)

Warnings: Smut and Angst, my two faves. Blindfold. Breeding Kink!!! Things are consensual from both sides but since this is a sex pollen fic, some of you might consider it as non/con so please proceed with caution.

Summary: Felucia was not an ideal planet to track a quarry on and you find yourself in a sticky situation when you lose sight of the Mandalorian for a moment. An unexpected standoff between Mando and the bounty leads to you escaping back to the Razor Crest, unaware of the pollen which seeped into your nostrils and past your skin. What will the bounty hunter do once he realizes what you’re asking of him? And more importantly, is it worth risking whatever relationship he has with you?

A/N: As always, I am shit with summaries. It’s a sex pollen fic yall. I apologize if my smut isn’t as good as it used to be, I am trying. Also, please please please let me know how I did in the comments. This is only my second ever Star Wars fic and I was very reluctant to post it but Pedro Pascal made me do it because I cannot stop thinking of the man so here it is. Seriously, tell me how I did and what I can do to better my writing. There will be more Din Djarin fics to come :) Enjoy. And this is not beta’d!

This was not an ideal situation, but it never was. At least not ever since you took the ‘glorified babysitter’ position offered so graciously to you months ago. A short snort made its way past your lips as you walked through the greenery and recalled how you came into caring for the child currently biting and playing with your necklace. You looked down and smiled at him, not bothering to stop him from chewing down on the colorful jewels because you knew for a fact that if Mando heard you criticizing him over something so trivial, he might scold him and make him pout. Maker, the little womp rat made it so hard to be angry with him, let alone attempt to teach him some proper manners.

So busy playing with the Child, you didn’t notice when the bounty hunter suddenly came to a halt ahead of you. You walked right into his back and stumbled backwards, apologizing immediately when he turned around and tilted his visor to the side. You’ve grown to learn what each tild meant and at the moment, he was definitely a tad bit annoyed with you.

“S-sorry, I’ll pay attention.” Smiling awkwardly at the man in front of you, you waited until he turned around before narrowing your eyes at the kid currently giggling at your mistake. It was amazing how often he did that, almost as if he knew he was purposely getting you in trouble for his own entertainment.

“So you never actually told me why this bounty was so important,” your eyes searched your surroundings and marveled at the lush reaching all the way to the top of the strange trees, barely noticing the way the Mandalorian’s shoulders tensed before continuing to walk towards the edge of the forest. If there even was an edge to this jungle. Maker, this was such a weird planet, it smelled weird, it was too hot and too wet, and you sensed there was something strange with all the exotic plants beneath your feet.

When he didn’t respond, you slowly put the Child down and reached inside your satchel for a drink. As soon as the kid noticed the satchel, he waddled back to you and pulled on your cloak until you brought out his favorite blue biscuits.

“All I’m saying is, this bounty is weird. Who hides all the way out here anyways? I mean I have never heard of this place-”

“You’ve said that about the last four quarries.” You didn’t expect him to respond and eyed him cautiously, looking between him and the kid who continued to eat his snacks and understood absolutely nothing of what you were saying. A shiver ran down your spine when you noticed the way he put the tracking fob back in his pocket before slowly reaching for the blaster pistol. Reflexes instantly kicking in, you hurried to the Child and snatched him off the ground, shushing his little coos and preparing for the worst case scenario which was always, somehow, what transpired.

Silence filled the humid air and you tried to read the bounty hunter’s body language, knowing very well he was not one to say anything unless it was perhaps a little too late for you. His visor dragged through the dried prints on the grass and before you knew it, he was taking off towards the edge of the purple and pink plants. As you followed him, you felt your throat dry much quicker than usual. Thinking it was just the extreme weather of Felucia, you decided it was best to slow down and wait until the Mandalorian caught the bounty before following his path. He’d even told you once to not follow him if you ever saw him running off because that usually meant he was close to the quarry and wouldn’t need your aid. It was a little insulting in the beginning but you were caught during a shoot-out one too many times and understood he was only trying to look out for you and the kid.

But not even a full minute passed before you heard a sudden blast sound off from the trees above you and before you could figure out what was happening, a heavy weight landed on top of you, and you watched in horror as the kid flew out of your hand into a nearby puddle.

Trying your hardest to grab the blaster on your hip, you cried out in pain when you felt talons digging into your arms and twist them back. You didn’t know what else to do, eyes scanning the trees in hopes of finding the Mandalorian rushing towards you. But when you realized he was nowhere around, you looked at the kid and prayed he was alright. When you saw his large eyes blinking a few times before struggling to sit up, you knew there was only one outcome.

“Make a sound, and I will feast on your organs.” The stench of the creature filled your nostrils and you sobbed quietly at the implications behind his words. Taking one last look at the kid, you took a deep breath and pushed off the ground as hard as you can.

“MANDO!” As soon as you screamed his name, you felt three talons break the skin of your shoulder blades and drag all the way down to your lower back. You felt hot tears roll down your cheeks and hated how distressed the Child looked. Almost on queue, he was standing up and trying to waddle your way, refusing to listen to your little objections as you tried to tell him to run the opposite direction.

Before you could dwell on the many different ways you were about to die, you heard a large blast sound through the forest, throwing the creature off of you against one of the trees with a loud cracking noise. You looked up just in time to see the familiar glint of beskar coming closer through the greenery and as you tried to stand up, you felt the same weight behind you again, twisting the talons into your hair and pulling you to your feet.

You swallowed the lump in your throat when you felt the edge of the hunting knife against your throat. Eyes unable to focus on the figures in front of you, you blinked a few times and realized there were too many sensations hitting you. But the one seemingly outdoing all the others was the growing wet patch on your back and you soon felt sharp pain growing against your skin where the strange liquid rolled down your skin. You weren’t sure if it was blood or if it was drool from the thing behind you and a part of you didn’t care because what difference would it make.

“Should have known you were the only crazy one to come here...come after me.” A slithering whisper made its way past your ears and your knees buckled as you started to feel faint. But then the creature held you up roughly and pressed the knife harder against your throat, warning you against falling to the ground.

“Your problem is with me T'doshok. Let her go.” You vaguely saw the Child walk towards his father, relief washing over you when you knew he was safe once more. At some point, you’ve come to care more for him than for yourself and you were never sure if it was because he was so precious or because of how important he was to the Mandalorian.

“Aren’t we past formalities Mando? At least do me the honor of saying my name...old friend.”

Your gaze immediately shifted from the kid to the beskar-clad man standing in front of him. So they knew each other? Why didn’t he tell you? Did he still not trust you to know such matters until now?

“ Ni Kelir kyr'amur gar meh gar vaabir not ba'slanar kaysh.” You heard the Mandalorian growl through the visor and even though you didn’t understand what he said, you knew it was anything but friendly. Wait, that meant the T'doshok behind you understood Manod’a.

A sob escaped your throat when you felt the bounty laugh behind you at the warning.

“You can’t possibly mean that Mando.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think there was a hint of surprise etched in the voice growling in your ear.

“Ni vaabir not baatir te waadas...believe me.” The conscious part of your brain wondered why he continued to speak in Mando’a. He knew you didn’t understand much of it…

The silence was almost deafening and you weren’t sure what was happening until your boss stepped forward and tilted his helmet to the side,

“Gedet'ye.” The modulated voice sounded strange to your ears. He was only ever this softly-spoken with the Child.

“Well, this is unexpected. In that case-” You didn’t have time to react, watching as the world twirled around you before you fell among the purple and pink flowers you were so impressed by earlier. A strange scent hit your nostrils but you couldn’t dwell on it for more than a few seconds. Willing yourself to stand up, you pushed off the ground as soon as you saw the kid waddling towards you. As soon as he tried to walk behind you, you knew what he was trying to do and picked him up before he could do anything.

“No little guy...you- I can’t...I need to make sure you’re okay.” You could faintly hear the sound of blasters going off for a few moments and by the time you managed to take the gun out of your holster, you saw the Mandalorian standing above an unconscious reptilian creature. So that’s what a T'doshok is…

Slowly making your way towards them, you blinked away the tears and wiped your eyes to try and clear your sight.

“Ad'ika, are you alright?” You shivered at the tone Mando was using with you. Dank Ferrik, you must have hit your head pretty hard if you thought the Mandalorian was worried about anyone but the green little thing in your arms.

“I- yes. I’ll be f-fine. Just-” You hadn’t meant to react the way you have but as soon as you felt his gloved hand touch your neck, you jerked away from him and held out your hand to stop him from coming any closer to you. Mando was shocked at your reaction and was glad to have something to hide behind. A few seconds passed in silence and you were still staring at him with wide open eyes and if he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were afraid of him. It occurred to him that it wasn’t shock that beat at his heart but a deep and twisting sense of hurt. And when he scanned your body language, he could tell you were trembling in front of him and the last thing he wanted to do was to give you another reason to fear him.

“Can you walk back to the-”

“Yes. I’ll- fu...I’ll take the kid.” Before he could say anything else, you were clutching the Child closer to your chest and walking back to the Razor Crest. You searched your mind to try and understand why you reacted the way you have to his touch but couldn’t find anything to explain the sharp pain striking through your insides. It was too much too quickly. Even though it wasn’t his skin, you felt neurons firing simultaneously as soon as he trailed his fingers down your neck. You hoped to the gods he wasn’t offended by your reaction because the last thing you needed was to drive him further away from you.

Barely making it back to the ship, you managed to go up the ladder and put the Child back in his crib in the cockpit before shutting it and locking the door behind you. Scrambling inside your mind for a moment, you turned to the ramp and walked towards the hatch before pushing in the code until it sealed shut.

In an instant, everything touching your skin was too rough and incredibly heavy. Before you could think twice about it, you were violently stripping out of your clothes, throwing them to the ground on your way to the refresher. As soon as you walked into the small room, you turned on the cold water and sighed heavily as it beat down on your heated skin.

“Not enough…” Crying to the empty room, you made sure the hot water wasn’t on before leaning back against the cool tiles of the walls. But no sooner than that were you hissing and pushing off of the wall. You completely forgot about the open gashes on your back and the shooting pain was almost instantaneous when you remembered just how large the wound was.

As you dwelled on the last hour or so, you felt your legs give out on you and before you knew it, you were sliding down to the floor. Eyes shutting slowly, you fell to the side and let the cold water run down your form. And as hard as you tried to stay awake, you couldn’t help your mind’s request as it begged to rest. You let sleep wash over you, the last sound ringing in your ear was Mando’s worried voice asking if you were okay.

Back outside, the bounty hunter was fuming with anger, not caring about how oddly violent he became with the quarry. He was never one to beat an unconscious being but something took over him when he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. As he pushed his way through the forest, he thought back to the way you looked up at him with those innocent eyes. And he hated himself for the way his body reacted to your fragile body.

“Ni’duraa.” He whispered to himself when he saw the Crest come into view, continuing to pull the T'doshok until he walked up the ramp and onto the ship. It was awfully quiet but he decided to freeze the reptile before he walked around to look for you. Minutes later, he was ascending the ladder to the cockpit, unlocking it and reaching for the crib on his pilot chair. When he opened it and saw the kid cooing in his sleep, he shut it once more and left to look for you. It was strange how he couldn’t hear a single sound. You were normally talkative after a mission, and as he placed his weapons back on the wall, he noticed your clothes lying haphazardly on the ground. Mando sighed heavily as he picked them up, flushing violently when he saw the last two items leading into the refresher. Strange, you were never one to throw things around.

Not wanting to bother you anymore, he placed the clothes on your cot and ascended to the cockpit once more, wanting to leave Felucia as quickly as possible because he knew how the locals became when uninvited guests stayed for too long. As they left the sector, the Mandalorian couldn’t help but question why you were still in the refresher. You’d arrived long before him and it took him a while to navigate through the jungle because of how heavy the bounty was.

Putting the ship on auto-pilot, he made his way to the refresher but not before noticing a strange scent fill his nostrils. Looking down at his hands, he noticed a bright purple powder covering his gloves and as soon as he brought his hands up to the edge of the visor, he was hit with many different sensations, all of which he could distinctively place back to you. Your honey-scented soap, the orange tea he saw you constantly drinking, the smell of your sweat on a particularly hot day when you tried to fix the ship...

“Fuck…” He swore before wiping his gloves against his cloak and approached the refresher.

Knocking on the door, he waited a few moments for a response and breathed impatiently when you didn’t bother to say anything.

“Open up, Cyar'ika.” He wasn’t sure why he was suddenly using such endearing words to call for you and when he was met with more silence, he groaned in annoyance before warning you. “If you don’t open the door now, I will break it.” Normally, you would have clapped back with a snarky comment that would get his blood boiling but he knew something was wrong when you remained quiet. Throwing propriety out the window, he kicked the door open and walked in, eyes searching the small room until they fell on your unconscious form under the water.

“Maker,” kneeling to the ground, his heart clenched when he saw a viscous, black liquid oozing out of the gash on your back. How did he not notice this when you left? Quickly reaching for the left knob, he swore when he noticed the hot water wasn’t even on and almost broke the other one as he tried to switch it off. Why would you take such a cold shower when you weren’t even on a desert planet? Wiping your hair away from your face, the Mandalorian tried to wake you and began to feel anxiety seep into his clothes along with the water cascading down your body when he realized this was much worse than he thought. He took off his gloves and pushed you onto your back, trying his hardest to avert his gaze from your naked skin as he bent down and carried you out of the refresher.

Opening his quarters, he laid you on his covers before grabbing the anesthetic above him and turning you on your stomach to care for the wounds. As he sprayed your back, he noticed the way you groaned in your sleep and forced himself to attend to the task at hand. He hoped to the gods there wasn’t any poison in the wound before he grabbed the bacta spray and slowly made his way down the skin of your back. He sighed in relief when he noticed your skin slowly shifting and sealing itself, trying to calm his increasing heart rate when he remembered just how fragile and naked you were beneath him. Some sick part of him was attracted to you even in such a state and he wished more than anything for you to be awake and willing to-

This is not how he pictured seeing you for the first time.

When you started shifting beneath him, he kneeled away from you and covered your legs, continuing to care for the wound on your lower back until it started to close as well. By the time he put all the medication back in its place, you were turning around and moaning in discomfort and Mando realized it was because you were probably still freezing from the cold water. Taking off his cloak, he barely draped it on your sleeping form when you pushed it off and turned on your back. He felt the fabric of his pants tighten around his crotch and looked away from you.

“Please...too- too much. I can’t-” He couldn’t understand what you were trying to say and moved to place the cloak on you again, head instantly turning to your face when you smacked the offensive object away from him and began to trail your fingers down your skin. He hadn’t meant to and before he could stop himself, he was watching as your fingers made their way down to your hips before dipping into the space between your thighs.

Maker be damned, how were you so glistening and flushed?

“M-Mando?” His eyes snapped to your face and watched as you spread your legs until he positioned between them. “Mando I need...you. I need you please, this is- it hurts. I can’t...it hurts so much. Please h-help me.” Your voice was filled with dangerous requests, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants when he saw the way you reached for his thighs and dragged your nails down to his knees.

“Cyare, you don’t know what you’re asking.” He forced himself to keep his gaze on your face and nowhere else. But with every passing moment, the need to look at where he’d dreamt of feasting on for so many nights outgrew his respect for you.

“Mando...I want you, n-need you...please, I promise I’ll be good. So so good for you, just- oh maker I-”

The small part of his brain that wasn’t ruled by his pulsing cock finally figured out what was happening and he growled as he pushed off of you and out to your cot. Grabbing your shirt, he turned it around and saw the same purple powder that was on his gloves coloring the whole front of your cloak. He recalled back to what happened when he left you and remembered where the T'doshok pushed you before he attacked him.

Of course. The pollen from the spore plants.

Which meant that-

“Oh fuck.” The Mandalorian felt his insides churn when he realized what was taking place not ten feet away from him, and he felt his heart skip a beat when he knew what could potentially happen to you if your...needs weren't properly met. With reluctance, he made his way back to his sleeping cot and felt his chest tighten when he saw what you were doing.

You were on your side, fingers rubbing furiously at your soaking core and whimpering at the consistent and harsh touches passing through your nerves. But it wasn’t the mess you were making that caught his attention. No, it was the fact that you had his cowl twisted between your thighs and around your back. He watched in awe as you pushed your face into the rough material, taking in deep breaths to try and fill your nostrils with his scent. Taking one step closer to you, his eyes bore into your heated skin and he choked on air when he saw you lick at the hood of the cloak before taking your fingers out of your cunt and replacing them with his cowl. He couldn’t believe his eyes and the thought of wearing it around with your scent sticking to it broke him.

Mando looked around the ship for a few moments in an attempt to think of what he should do. Swallowing the dry lump in his throat, he approached your slowly and gasped when he met your eyes and saw the way you were looking at him.

“M-mando! Please...fuck me. I- I need you to...don’t c-care how. I promise I’ll do anything, wh-whatever you want...ple-please.” Chills ran down your spine when you forced yourself to throw the cowl away. Turning around, you laid on your stomach and took a deep breath before raising your lower half off of the covers. As you rested your head on your arm and bit into your wrist, you looked back to the beskar-clad man, silently pleading with him while swaying your ass in the air.

“Gota'la…” Before the Mandalorian could talk himself out of it, he was kicking his heavy shoes away and making his way closer to you. A part of him screamed that of the two of you, he was the one less affected by the pollen and was technically responsible for whatever transpired next. And he was close to asking you if you were sure you wanted to take this further if it weren’t for the way you reached beneath you and faintly trailed your fingers through your soaking slit.

“Ad'ika, gar cuyir mesh'la.” He was speaking to himself more than to you and smiled to himself when he noticed your cunt clenching around nothing as soon as his words filled the silence. “Sweet girl, you like it when I speak to you in Mando’a?” You shivered at his tone and found it difficult to respond to him, especially when you could tell he was definitely not looking at you but at the mess you were making on his bed. A loud cry rang through the small room when you felt his hand come down on your backside before squeezing the flushed skin.

“I asked you a question Cyar'ika.” His deep and modulated voice only made it worse and you found yourself nodding at him before whispering out a low ‘yes.’

“K'olar,” you squealed when you felt Mando twirl your around onto your back before pulling your naked body flush to his still-clothed one. You were about to beg him to just fuck you already when he shoved two of his fingers into your mouth to shush you. You moaned shamelessly around his fingers, whining even louder when you realized you were sucking on his calloused skin and not on the gloves he almost never took off unless he was alone.

“You’re going to come just like this sweet girl.” Mando manhandled you until you were straddling one of his thighs, growling impatiently when you tried to push yourself away from him. His arm tightened around your waist, pushing you down on the beskar cuisse until you finally understood what he wanted from you.

“C-cold…”

“Be a good girl and drench my armor little one. Let me walk around with the memory of your cunt dripping on me.” His words hit too close to your somewhat aware mind and you chose to dwell on their meaning later. Softly inching your hands onto his shoulders, you fisted your fingers into his shirt to support your weight before dragging yourself against the rugged and cool beskar in between your thighs. As you threw your head back and sighed in pleasure, Mando couldn’t help but squeeze the heated skin of your hip, knowing very well there would soon be fingerprint marks wherever he touched you.

“That’s it...could smell how much you want me Cyare. Can’t believe you’re in my arms...look at you, using my thighs to get off.” You barely managed to turn your attention to him, lips still enclosed around his fingers and biting down on them the more he shoved them in your mouth.

“Mando I- I need to-” Before you could finish your request, Mando was wrapping the other arm around hips and violently dragging you against his cuisse, looking down to watch as your juices dripped on his beskar armor.

“What a sight…” He groaned and turned his gaze towards you again just in time to watch you fall apart on him. He marveled at how quickly he brought you to pleasure and figured it must have been the pollen making you extra sensitive to his ministrations. Wanting to stretch out your pleasure for as long as possible, he threw you back onto his bed and pushed your thighs open, not giving you a chance to question him as he shoved two fingers into your cunt and massaged that spongy spot deep inside you. You arched your back and grasped at his arms, barely managing to look at the visor just as he increased pressure and fucked you with his fingers.

“M-MANdo oh g-gods-”

“Scream my name sweet girl, and only my name.” Had you actually listened to what he said, you would have sassed back at him and told him you didn’t actually know his name. But you couldn’t care less at the moment, digging your fingers into his forearms as you came around his thick fingers, repeatedly praying his “name” until you couldn’t remember anything else.

“Mesh'la...you’re so tight and warm for me...that’s it, squeeze my fingers like the good little girl you are.” Mando watched as you came around his fingers, his eyes not knowing where to look and wishing he could taste the sweat sticking on your neck as you whimpered beneath him.

He heard it before he felt it, moaning in blind lust as he took in the sight beneath him. Your legs shook violently as you, quite literally, drenched his thighs and blankets with your cum and Mando didn’t know if he wanted to lick you dry or stuff his nose into your pulsating cunt.

“Sweet fucking darling, look at the mess you’ve made,” you shivered when you felt his fingers leave your slit, blinking hazily and turning to look at where he was staring. When you saw what he was referring to, you quickly covered yourself and tried to move away from him, embarrassment washing over you when you saw the way he was so obviously staring at the wetness dripping down your. But Mando was much quicker than you, grabbing your thighs and pushing them wide open again before laying in between them and dragging his crotch across your sensitive clit.

“Never hide from me,” you nodded instantly and the Mandalorian would never admit feeling his chest fill with pride at the lust-filled fear he instilled into you with only a few words. Your chest heaved as you continued to look into the visor, almost whimpering when you were met with incredibly dazed eyes and messy hair staring right back at you. It was quiet for a few moments, the only proof that Mando was very much aware of your state being the hardness twitching against your sensitive cunt.

Mando wasn’t sure what to do with you. He wanted to simultaneously fuck you into the next system and lick every inch of you until you couldn’t take it anymore. “I can smell your cunt Ad'ika...can almost taste your neediness.”

“Ma-mando I- I want you to r-” You felt so naked beneath him, wishing he’d at least take off his clothes before this went any further. Not a single care was given to his helmet and it was out of the question to even attempt and ask him if he could take it off. You just wanted to feel his skin sliding against yours as he fucked you. Nothing else mattered. Just his scarred and sweaty muscles contracting and trailing over your own.

“What is it sweet girl?” His voice felt like a thousand needles piercing your soul and you didn’t realize where your hands were moving until you felt him roughly grab your wrists and slam them above your head. You could tell there was a shift in the air around you and ceased to breathe when you no longer heard his moans.

“This is the way.” Those four words hurt you more than they should have.

“I- I would never ask you to...I swear I just wanted- I wanted to touch you. Not take it off...please I-” Mando felt his heart shatter into a million pieces because somehow, even in your most inebriated state, you respected him. You put him before yourself. And he ceased to breathe when he sat up and watched as you grabbed at his arms and refused to let go.

“N-no don’t go...I need you- d-don’t leave me pl-” Your breathing was erratic and the Mandalorian feared you’d spiral into shock. Without thinking much of his next moves, he grabbed the nearest item of clothing and ripped a small piece of it, returning to rest between your knees and not giving you a choice as he wrapped the band around your eyes and tied it in the back. You trailed your fingers over the band and pulled away instantly when you felt his the hair on his wrist.

“I’m sorry…” Mando thought of your actions so far and knew in his heart that if there was ever another who’d look upon him, it would be you. Softly taking your hands in his, he pulled them towards his helmet and rested them at the side.

“T-take it off.”

“I can’t...Mando, you don’t have to- I swear I was only-” As hard as it was to say those words, you wanted him to know that he owed you nothing. And you hated how selfish you were being in that moment because the man was trying to tell you something and you were only worrying about yourself and how much your cunt ached for him. You were so close to pushing him on his back and taking your pleasure from him but something told you it would be worth the wait.

“Mesh'la, I want you to.” You always marveled at how much the Mandalorian could convey in only a few words and shouldn’t have been surprised when you felt just how much he was willing to put his trust in you. Not wanting to scare him, you slowly pulled on the visor until it was completely off, remaining motionless as he took it from your hands and placed it on the floor. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do with your hands so you kept them to the side, fisting your fingers into the blankets to prevent you from reaching out and touching his face.

Mando could tell you wanted to touch him. You even told him yourself. So he made the decision for you and leaned down, passing his lips over your forehead and smiling down at you when he heard you suck in a breath. You gasped when you felt his beard tickle your cheeks. He had a beard. Of course he had a beard. But as he continued to leave kisses over your face, you realized it wasn’t really a full-grown beard. It didn’t matter in the end because he was driving you insane with every small pass of his plump lips near where you wanted him.

As he finally molded his lips with yours, you felt him pull your hands up to his face and lay them on his cheeks, the groan escaping his throat letting you know he enjoyed you touching him as much as you, perhaps even more. The kiss grew frantic the more you explored his naked skin, and you couldn’t hold back the long moan that erupted into his mouth as soon as you felt him suck on your tongue. When you pulled on his soft hair, Mando couldn’t help but growl into the heated kiss, not caring for how rough he was being as he grabbed and squeezed your thighs.

But the kiss was over as soon as it began and you whined after him when you felt him pull away from you. You felt your fingers ascend to your face but remembered why the Mandalorian blindfolded you in the first place. Not wanting to lose his trust, you pushed your arms beneath your back to prevent any temptations from taking place. Unbeknownst to you, Mando was watching every little muscle twitch on your nude form and he almost devoured you right then and there when he saw you quickly moving your fingers from your face.

He was amazed by how caring you were even when you didn’t hold any proper level of the right consciousness. Anyone else would have removed the cloth and blamed the pollen. But not you.

You were special.

Refusing to waste any more time, Mando made quick work of the beskar armor, not caring about the mess he was making just outside his room. He kept his eyes on you the entire time, smiling when he noticed you shivering beneath his gaze. He was on you as soon as he deposited his long-sleeve and pants, devouring your mouth and digging his fingers into your waist as he rutted against you.

“Ner-”

The possessiveness was almost palpable and he surprised even himself at the single syllable. Since when was he like this?

“Mando,” you whispered his name as you wrapped your arms around his back and pulled him flush against you, sighing in relief when you felt the hair of his chest tickle your nipples. Mando noticed your reaction and instantly descended on your heaving chest, biting and licking and pinching at the hardened buds until you begged him to slow down.

“Ni'm liser't...taylir norac. You’re so fucking delicious.” The way he effortlessly switched between his mother tongue and Basic shouldn’t have turned you on this much and yet you were.

“Fuck me.” Your words were dripping with desperation and the Mandalorian wasn’t able to hold any longer. He wanted to take his time with you, commit every little curve to memory. Memorize what made your breath hitch and what made you sigh.

But the request ended all of his curiosity and before you knew it, you felt him roughly pull down on his boxer briefs. You flushed when you heard the sound of his hand jerking his cock, mouth falling wide open when it jutted at your inner thighs and you felt how fucking hard and thick it was.

“What will it be sweet girl? You want me to make love to you,” he paused for a moment and took advantage of your distracted expression, rubbing the head of his cock against your wet slit and biting his lips when he felt you arch against him at the simple yet filthy movement. “Or fuck you like I own you…like you’re mine.”

Hearing him say ‘fuck’ in such a vulgar tone did it for you and you didn’t know what to do with yourself except widen your legs more for him and grab the bed sheets beneath you.

“F-fuck me like you own me Mando...ruin me. Take what you want and- oh maker you’re so- so...fu- please, u-use me however you want. Just- I need your cock. Need to cum on your cock...can’t wait anym-”

Mando was sure he broke you with his words, watching in awe as you begged and begged until you couldn’t breathe anymore. There was no warning, no asking if you were ready for him. There was just your wet cunt teasing him until he couldn’t bear the thought of not being deep inside your pussy.

Resting his head against yours, he took his painfully hard cock in his hand and shoved it past your wet lips, letting out a deep growl as he felt you scratch his back.

“Mando, Mando, M-mando…”

You didn’t find the strength to think of a proper sentence to express what you were feeling so you opted to pray his name over and over again. He was shaking above you and you knew instantly he was trying his hardest not to break you.

“Take what you want- I...I won’t break.”

Just hearing you say those words to him almost made him cum right then and there. You were returning the trust he gave you and he knew there was no way of putting this moment behind him even if he tried.

Pulling out until only the head of his cock was splitting you open, Mando bucked his hips violently back into you, whispering the filthiest promises into your ears as he set a rough pace that had you seeing worlds you didn’t even know existed.

“So, fucking, tight...how are you so wet and tight for me Cyare?” It took you a while to realize you were hearing his voice without the modulator of his mask. How had you not noticed how beautifully sinful it was when he first took it off? You wanted to tell him how much you loved hearing his thick and smooth voice. You wanted to kiss down his neck and bite onto his shoulders. You wanted to push him down and force his cock inside your throat.

So much. You wanted so much.

But you couldn’t find your voice in that moment. Not when he was railing into you with such an unforgiving force.

“Made for me...made to take my cock. Such a sweet fucking girl- ah.” You should have known Mando would not be the quiet type in bed. He was a man of few words during his day-to-day life so of course he would take this chance and spill out his innermost thoughts. But it surprised you nonetheless considering how downright dirty his moans and whispers were. And you were sure he was as filthy, if not more, when he continued to speak in Mando’a.

With every passing moment, you felt a piece of your heart split from your chest and slowly make its way into his hands. He was branding you, his cock reaching so deep inside you that you were sure you could feel him right below your navel if you only moved your hands against your skin. But you couldn’t afford to let go of him, not when he was using you just as you requested.

“Mando you...maker, you’re filling me so- so good. I- please, can I cum? I want t- to cum. Been so good for you. Need to-” The chuckle that left his lips was sweet music to your ears until you realized he might be laughing at how pathetic you were.

“Fucking gods Ad'ika...fill you up? Is that what you want sweet girl? You want me to- fuck, fuck...want me to fill you up with my cum? You’re killing me baby.” His voice was hoarse and he realized his mistake as soon as the words left his lips. The last thing he wanted was to scare you away from him. It was his deeped, darkest secret. He swore he would go to his grave with it. Too often he thought of breeding you, fucking you and fill you up until his cum leaked out of you and you couldn’t move. Too many nights he went to sleep thinking of what it would feel like to wake up with your sweet cunt still wrapped around his cock. What he’d give to ensure not a single drop went to waste.

Too many days were spent dreaming of giving that little womp rat a sibling to run around with.

Your silence didn’t go unnoticed by him and he was about to slow down when he felt your hands grab his ass and push you closer to him.

“Want your cum Mando...want you to cum inside me, fill me up until I can’t breathe...oh fuck, until I can’t feel anything but your cum hot and deep inside me. Fuck a baby inside me Mando I- oh oh gods I-” Mando couldn’t hold back anymore, violently pushing his cock inside you and swallowing your moans every time they echoed just a little louder than he preferred. He groaned in ecstasy when he looked down and saw pure bliss etched on your soft features. You clenched around him, thighs vibrating around his hips as he somehow drove into you harder and carried you past the point of pleasure. You didn’t know you were coming around him until you heard him whisper ‘good girl’ in your ears. And it sent a jolt down his spine when he continued to rut against you and fill the ship with the heavy sounds of skin slapping on skin. It was almost painful, the way he didn’t let up and continued to rail into you without a single care.

“Mine...mine, fucking mine. That’s it sweet girl, feel me. Feel me marking your fucking soul.” He was a mumbling mess at this point and he wasn’t sure if it was because you were panting like an animal in heat or because of the way you desperately licked and kissed and nipped at his neck and lips.

“Yes, I’m yours Mando. Yours...always have been.”

The heaviness of your words struck his heart instantly, and he shoved his cock so deep inside you he swore he could feel your heartbeat. Mando rested his head in the crook of your neck, biting harder than intended on your shoulder as hot spurts of cum coated your inner walls. You feel a sudden warmth wash over you and dug your nails into his ass as he thrust once, twice, three times before stilling completely.

The two of you continued to breathe heavily against each other and when Mando moved his knees to get comfortable between your thighs, you unintentionally squeezed his cock and felt him twitch inside you.

“Ni chaabar gar, cyar'ika.” It was such a silent comment and you knew this was much different than everything he’d said thus far. Something about his tone told you he was spilling his heart out and you wished more than anything to ask him what he was saying but knew you shouldn’t...wouldn’t. Not unless you wanted him to continue and speak to you.

You were brought back from your thoughts when the Mandalorian kissed your lips, and you felt yourself drowning in his scent when he rubbed your hair and nudged your jaw with his nose.

“Gar cuyir too jaon'yc at ni. Ni liser't nibral gar.” Slowly, Mando wrapped his arms around you and rolled you over until you were practically sleeping on top of him. The two of you hissed when you felt his cock leave your heat and Mando wished more than anything to spread your thighs and watch as his cum leaked down your thighs. No worries, he’d do that later.

Later…

Oh what he would give for there to be a ‘later’ with you.

The thought of not being able to have you again snapped him back to reality and he realized there was a very high chance this would never happen again because as far as he knew, this was only a consequence of the pollen.

Not wanting to bother you with his insecurities, Mando pushed your head down onto his chest and rubbed your shoulders, telling you to get some rest and to not worry about anything else.

Hours later, Mando was waking up to a soft noise emitting from beneath him. As he rubbed his eyes and took in his surroundings, he looked down and noticed you were still very much naked and cold next to him. Pulling the covers over you, he allowed his eyes to feed on your curves before meeting your face. Dread filled his heart as soon as he saw the wet patch on the band around your eyes.

You must have woken up and realized what happened. A thousand different scenarios flew through his mind and Mando knew that almost each one of them was caused by your regret of sleeping with him.

“Ad'ika, are you alright?” When you didn’t respond and sniffed loudly, Mando knew he had to brace for the worst.

“Please...are you hurt anywhere?” Hearing his pleas was what did it for you and you threw yourself into his chest.

“Mando I- I took advantage of you. I’m so sorry, I- I didn’t know what was happening...I promise I- please don’t tell me to leave. I can’t leave you or the Child. I- I promise I’ll pretend this never happened. Just- don’t leave me. I can’t bear the thought of living without you...without him.”

Of all the things the Mandalorian thought he would hear from you, those were certainly the last to make the list. He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten so lucky with you? Not only did you refuse to take the blindfold off when you woke up but you genuinely thought you’d forced him into sleeping with you.

“Cyare, it hurts to see you cry. Come here.” Mando sat up against the cold metal wall, pulling you into his lap and wrapping the covers around you so you weren’t exposed to the cold air of the ship.

“You didn’t take advantage of me sweet girl. If anything, I- I should be the one apologizing. I was not hit with the effects of the pollen as much as you have been and...and I should have refused your pleas. But you looked so beautiful, Cyar'ika. You prayed for me to have you and I- I was selfish. I was selfish and I couldn’t stop myself from sinking into you. Branding you. Being with you.” To say you were surprised by his words would have been the understatement of the century.

The Mandalorian wanted you. He wanted to have you. He wanted to be with you.

“I-I’ve wanted you for so long...spent so many nights dreaming of being with you.” You confessed to him before you could think of the meaning behind your words and you were met with a deep sigh and a kiss on the lips almost immediately.

“How long Mesh'la?”

“S-since Tatooine.”

Mando’s heart skipped a beat at the short yet direct response. He’s only ever been to Tatooine once with you, months and months ago when he needed Peli to fix something on the Crest for him. You hadn’t even been with their group for three weeks then. So busy thinking of all the ways he could have had you since then, Mando didn’t notice how the silence affected you until your fingers twitched against his chest.

“Mando?”

“That was eons ago.” It was more of a comment than a question and you weren’t sure if he was angry or surprised.

“Is...is that bad?”

“Bad? No Ad'ika, not bad.” When he didn’t offer more of an explanation, you rested your head on his chest and continued to draw circles on his naked abdomen.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there in each others arms but the faint sounds of cooing and laughter snapped you out of your haze and you realized you should probably get up and make something for the kid to eat. Before you could move away from him however, Mando was bringing you closer to him and kissing you again. You knew you could never tire from feeling his lips mold and pass over yours and you welcomed his tongue with as much vigor as you could muster up.

As he pulled away, you smiled at him and wished more than anything to be able to see him smile back at you.

“Din.”

“Hmm?”

“My name...it’s Din. Din Djarin.”

Mando could see the exact moment you registered what he just said and he smirked to himself at how pretty you looked when something shocking took place.

“Din.” You repeated his name silently, afraid this would all be a dream and that he didn’t actually just tell you something that was so important to him.

“You didn’t have to tell me…” You traced his jaw with your fingers and marveled at how oddly soft his beard was.

“I didn’t, but I wanted to.” Din was silent for a few seconds before he flipped you beneath him and took hold of your wrists before slamming them harshly above your head. “I wanted you to know it, Mesh'la, so you could scream it the next time I fucked this sweet and tight cunt.”

For a man of few words, he sure knew what to say to get you worked up again.

Translations:

Ni Kelir kyr'amur gar meh gar vaabir not ba'slanar kaysh - I will kill you if you do not leave her.

Ni vaabir not baatir te waadas. - I do not care about the credits.

Gedet'ye. - Please.

Ad'ika - Little one

Ni’duraa! - You disgust me.

Cyar'ika - Darling/Sweetheart

Cyare - Beloved

Gota'la - Maker.

Gar cuyir mesh'la. - You are beautiful.

K'olar - Come here.

Mesh'la - Beautiful

Ner - Mine.

Ni'm liser't...taylir norac. - I can’t...hold back.

Ni chaabar gar, cyar'ika. - I fear you, darling.

Gar cuyir too jaon'yc at ni. Ni liser't nibral gar. - You are too important to me. I can’t lose you.

#The Mandalorian fanfiction #The Mandalorian x Reader #The Mandalorian smut #mando x reader #Mando smut #Mando fanfiction #Din Djarin x Reader #Din Djarin smut #Din Djarin fanfiction #The Mandalorian #Din Djarin #Pedro Pascal #baby yoda #star wars #star wars fanfiction

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aka-indulgence · 2 years

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HI HELLO after 500 years I have written a tiny thingy for rattlesnake Sans \o/ (skip to the --- if you don’t wanna read me rambling about some backstory to this thing)

I wanted him to sing since the day I came up with him but didn’t know how to go about it... also every time I started writing I’d get hung up about what song to use for it, hence me going to tumblr and complaining a bunch about it

I tried searching on my own and spent hours trying to find the right one, listened to recommendations (WHICH WAS SO NICE OF YOU GUYS THANK YOU ;A;) but also didn’t fit what I was going for...

So I decided I’m just gonna write my own lyrics like a poem, which I shared with @someseriousthot .... and she WROTE ONE REAL FAST ;W;;

I edited it to have a *somewhat* patterning syllables and changed some lyrics to be more fitting but definitely want to credit her for her help!

Anyway- SORRY FOR THE LONG EXPLANATION here’s the fun writing part

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“Thank you, have a good night Mr. Maynard.” you waved the older man off, holding quarters in your hand. You smile when he mumbles a goodbye, walking out the swinging doors.

“... ya a real light in this town, ya know that don’tcha? never seen the old coot talk to anyone ‘s if they’re worth his time.”

You take a deep breath. You almost forgot he was still in here, he was so quiet he blended into the bar. An impressive feat for a snake man the size of a haystack with a presence you’ve learnt to tolerate.

“Mr. Maynard? He doesn’t talk to me. The most he’ll ask is his drink.” you roll your eyes at him. Another flattering remark. You’ve heard a lot from Sans, and telling you how lovely you are even to other people is a new one.

You can’t let him see you blush. You don’t want to know what he’ll do.

“oh doll, ya never cease to amaze me. he talks to everyone else like they insulted him.”

“How do you know that? You haven’t even been here that long, let alone talked to him!”

The rattlesnake chuckled, rolling a dime around on the bar.

“ya forget how long i spend in the saloon darlin’. when ya keep hoppin’ from town t’ town, you learn to read people fast. ‘specially if there’s money to their name.”

Your face scrunches up a bit at the reminder that he’s a bounty hunter. You look away from him, walking towards the bar, missing the slight fall in his grin. By the time you look back at him though, he’s recovered.

“Well alright, but right now there’s no one else, and I’d really like to close up.” you pick up the rag from behind the bar.

You realize you’ve cleaned up most of the mess and the glass stains from the patrons earlier on, and that you don’t really have much work other than sweeping to close up… but being alone in the bar with Sans makes your heart race.

Because you’re nervous, and nothing else.

Surprisingly, Sans raises his hands in mock surrender and uncoils from the stool. “whatever ya say doll.” He says, slithering away as you walk out from the bar.

No excuses? He’s gonna leave, just like that?

… Part of you was disappointed he didn’t resist as much as he used to.

Is your rejection getting to him?

Did he stop liking you?

… What the hell am I thinking about. That’s a good thing. Having Sans lose interest without bullets is what I want. If he’s moving on, it’d be easier on my life.

You shake your head, ignoring the weird bitter taste in your mouth at the thought of Sans getting bored of you and skipping town.

Sighing, you scrutinize the bar top for any glass stains, wiping Sans’ stool with the rag, waiting for the rattlesnake to leave before you start sweeping. You don’t need him seeing the face you make when he keeps staring at you.

You pause when you hear the creak of a chair followed by something brushing. Then… the keys of the saloon piano start to play a slow, somewhat… alluring tune?

You turned around.

As if a spotlight had shone, your eyes were drawn to the rattlesnake sitting in front of the piano, his phalanges dancing over the keys.

You were so astonished that Sans could play the piano, with that soft and somewhat dark tune playing throughout the saloon, that you completely forgot the need to drive this man out.

Sans hummed to the keys before he started to… sing.

“hey there darling, so the bar's closed,” He drawled.

“the night's come, it’s the two of us alone

and darlin’ don't you know love sparks,” He snapped his fingers,

“coming to light when we’re jus’ on our own…”

Sans is singing.

Sans is singing?!

That deep, gravelly voice, the voice of a man who’s been about in the desert sun for longer than you’ve ever been in your entire life; making you think of the sound of sand getting blown in the wind.

“now ya may think me fer a ramblin' man

nothin' but sweet talk and gunshots

but there’s somethin’ i gotta tell ya now

so t’ help ya connect the dots…”

You’re still in your place when Sans looks back to you and shoots you a smirk.

Those red eyes… he always had a piercing stare, but for some reason you feel paralyzed, your heart thumping to the rhythm of his tune.

Sans closes his eyes before he turns back to the piano.

“ya know i've been watching you for a while

yer like a drug, ya make me burn

ya might think I'm jus’ playing games wit' you,

but lemme show how much i yearn,”

Sans paused for about a second, before you almost jumped in your place from his fingers coming back onto the ivory keys, the music getting faster and more intense- passionate, even.

“ya got me like a shot to the heart,” Sans balls his hand into a fist, hitting his chest while his left hand stays on the piano.

“ya got my soul in your hands

don’tcha know pretty dames like ya,” He emphasizes the “you”,

make even the most lawless man turn,”

Sans makes a half turn towards you, and this time he doesn’t go back to the piano nearly fast enough, fixating you with those burning embers in his sockets.

“i know ya look at me from time to time,” Sans chuckles a bit at the last word while you stand mortified at the words he’s saying.

“little glances ya hope I miss

ya always look the other way, but

all I need is a little 'twist',”

You weren’t paying nearly enough attention to this bad man, because his tail had silently slithered its way to where you were standing. You yelped when his tail coiled around you as Sans was saying ‘twist’.

He presses his hand to his chest, and you can see he’s hitting the middle of his sternum.

“ya got me like a shot to the heart

ya got my soul in your hands

don’tcha know pretty dames like ya,” Sans’ sockets lid at the line, looking at you like you’re a dream,

“make even the most lawless man turn.” He winks.

“Eep!” You squeak as his tail coils around you further as he reels you closer to him, focusing back on the piano as if he’s unaware of what his tail’s doing to you.

“got me smitten without even tryin',” He sighs.

“look so cute, oh darlin' i ain't lyin',

got ya in my sights, there's no use hidin'

and ya feel it too, no use denyin’,” Sans is looking back at you again, trapped in his loops, shaking his head as he sings the words.

“lovin' you feels jus’ like a dream

my infatuation's pickin' up steam,

i jus’ wanna lay you down on a bed,”

Your breaths are shallow and your heart practically jumped into your throat when his phalanges touch your face, on your cheeks and on your chin.

“tease ya, please ya until i make you scream,”

You feel his fingers digging into your cheek a little as he growls out the words. He leans in close- way too close- his expression becoming more predatory with every word, along with the glow of his tongue from behind his teeth.

Your face is burning as his fingers relax, and Sans sings quieter, playing a few notes before he takes his hand off the piano entirely to fully turn to face you.

“ya got me like a shot to the heart

ya got my soul in your hands…

oh my darlin’,” He slides his index finger down your jaw,

“don’tcha know pretty dames like ya

make even the most heartless man…” He moves closer still, you could feel his breath on your lips, uttering a soft “... love,”

Before moving out of your space, his tail placing you back down on the floor (you didn’t realize he’d wrap himself around you that much), playing some more notes of the ref before he stops.

He can hear it. He must. Your heart’s so loud, why is it so loud?? Now that the music’s gone, just swallowing your spit fills your ears. When you shift your weight a bit, the floorboard creaking might as well be a gunshot.

You’re nervous, as Sans takes a while before he turns away from the piano to look at you again, properly this time.

“sorry darlin’,” He fixes his hat a little, “i know ya shooed this snake away but i couldn’t resist. with us alone an’ all… i’ve always had eyes on that piano. what’s yer thoughts, hm?”

You open and close your mouth helplessly, no words, only sounds. “I… m… uh…”

His scales sound soft as he slithers closer, and you take a few instinctive steps back. Sans is ‘standing’ now, making you tilt your head back a bit to look him in the eyelights.

The rattlesnake tilts his head curiously, his brow quirking, a smirk growing on his face.

“yer blushin’.”

“What-? No I’m-!!” You hastily back away from him, scowling even as you realize your face must’ve gone redder. “Just!... Can you go back to the inn so I can have some time to relax…?”

You don’t understand why, but Sans just raises his brows at you, before his expression turns into something more relaxed.

“heh… yer so cute, askin’ somethin’ so innocent…” He shakes his head. “fer you, of course.”

He slithers to the door (and you make sure to watch him this time), hovering there for a bit.

He turns to you one last time, tipping his hat to you.

“have a good night, pretty dame.”

With a wink, the bounty hunter exits the saloon, leaving the doors swinging against the darkness outside.

…

After waiting a little to make sure he’s far enough, you hang near the doors, partly to close them, and… for some reason, trying to get another glimpse of the monster.

When you didn’t see him, you tried to tell yourself that what you felt was relief that he had finally gone.

You tried.

… and failed miserably. You put your hands over your face and leaned back against the doors, muffling a groan as you felt your face still burning from his song.

Did he come up with that song just for you? Those lyrics were way too accurate! Did he change a song to fit his feelings for you...?

“... Urgh!”

You’ve never felt as stupid as you did now. You’ve made mistakes in the past, some of them that made your dad have to take out the shotgun from the shelf to drive idiots away. But this was something else.

Why… why did you have to pine for him?

#aka writing #rattlesnake sans #sans x reader #damn i forget how to tag #also a bit suggestive towards the end!

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darkpurpledawn · 3 years

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It was a beautiful day, the cloudless sky looked in its mirror and found the waves had subsided enough for proper self-admiration. There were little sounds of plish-plosh, plish-plosh as Aziraphale made his way across the surface of the ocean in a state of dudgeon, like an angry beetle striding across a vast pond.

A voice drifted westward from a small atoll, a voice like succulent fruit after months of dried beef and stale bread, like a fitful night’s sleep after days of watching. A voice like honey from the wildest of flowers.

“Excuse me!” Aziraphale called out, waving his arms at the figure lying on the sandy strip of the atoll before him. “Hello, yes, I really must insist you stop that singing, our crew are so, erm, enthralled by your performance they’ve almost run the ship aground twice now.”

Plodding forward across the water, Aziraphale could see the figure was almost entirely obscured by an immense amount of shiny and oddly dark red hair. They did not appear to be clothed underneath all the hair, but where there should have been legs (and other matters between them), there was only a long, scaly tail that looped into the water.

The singing stopped.

“Angel?!” the mop of hair inquired.

“Oh no no no,” Aziraphale said. “What the devil are you doing here, Crowley, trying to get decent people drowned?”

“Lovely to see you too, Aziraphale.”

“Crowley, I’ve been stuck inside that dreadful-smelling ship for weeks on end, I’m not in the mood for your laughing off attempted murder!”

Crowley picked a small bit of seaweed from his hair in apparent irritation.

“M’not trying to drown anyone, angel--what good would that even do? You off a bunch of good people and Heaven’s got that many more. Much better to entice them a little.”

“Good luck with that,” Aziraphale said waspishly.

Crowley grinned. “Why’ve they got an angel on board, anyway?”

Aziraphale tapped his foot on the water and tried not to look at the uncanny junction of skin and scales on Crowley’s belly, which was strangely distracting.

“There’s an awful lot of superstition about these waters. My superiors don’t approve of that sort of thing, especially not when it turns out that sailors are being diverted from their honest business by--by ersatz mermaids posing seductively on sand bars!”

Crowley raised an eyebrow.

“So you do think I look seductive.”

Aziraphale sniffed. “Well, I assume that’s the intent.”

“M’not a mermaid, you know, I haven’t got the fin-thingies figured out,” Crowley said, withdrawing his tail from the water to demonstrate its lack of aquatic appendages and wiggling a little. “D’you want a drink, angel? I’ve got some spiced rum and an unopened coconut...”

The open ocean, Aziraphale reflected, was a strange thing. Wandering endlessly between two wobbling disks of sea and sky could make the most unerring of angels a little disoriented, so surely it was no cause for concern that watching Crowley slithering on the rim of the atoll made him feel a bit light-headed. Perhaps he was suffering from heatstroke.

“You alright?”

“Perfectly,” Aziraphale lied. “I suppose I’ll take a drink if you’ll tell me where you learned to sing like that.”

Crowley’s face broke into a worrisome grin and he snapped his fingers. Two frosty glasses of what Aziraphale would later learn to identify as pina colada appeared in their hands, complete with exorbitant dollops of whipped cream.

“It’s this thing doing the singing,” Crowley said, holding up a conch shell. When he tapped it, the enchanting voice began to play from its interior. “I tried doing my own singing, but my high range isn’t spectacular, and I think I just frightened the crabs.”

“So you made this?”

“Yeah--took ages to set the spell properly, had to bring this thing back to my office for a week to let the hex sink in.”

“May I?” Aziraphale asked, setting down his pina colada.

Crowley passed him the shell. Aziraphale gazed at it in wonder, in awe, in delight. Then he threw it as hard as he could into the sea.

“Are you fucking--angel, that must be ten leagues off!”

“Oh dear,” Aziraphale said, picking up his glass. “How clumsy of me.”

Crowley lunged for him, but apparently forgot that he didn’t have any legs, and flopped onto the sand with all the grace of a fish abandoned by the tide.

“You wait until I get that shell back, angel! It’ll be Odysseus Two Point Oh for your stupid boat!”

“Lovely, dear, I look forward to the concert,” Aziraphale replied, and he sipped on his drink as he walked back over the waves.

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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

#the arcana nadia #the arcana julian #the arcana #the arcana imagines #the arcana headcanons #the arcane game #the arcana lucio #nadia the arcana #the arcana asra #asra the arcana #lucio montag #count lucio #lucio #portia devorak #portia headcanons #muriel the mountain man #muriel x mc #the arcana muriel #muriel

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