#defend the trees or I’ll break your fucking knees
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The Viking era (2/?)
A/N: No beta reader, English is not my first language, I only put the tag when the character has a clear relationship with reader
Warning: Swear, kidnapped, violence, soft dark fic
Pairings:
“You’re awake, y/n? Why so early?”
Raven, the beautiful young woman says when you shifted in the dark. She checks the time and groans
“I DREAM that again, Raven! The Viking thing is so vivid that it seems REAL!”
“Yeah, that’s how your brain cheats you.” She scoffed
But you ignored her, just went in front of the sliding window, admiring the Aurora borealis
“Alright, the lady of the down, tell me about your dreams.”
Raven’s voice calls you back, you slowly step back and sit on the edge of the bed
“Um… where should I start?”
“Last time I checked, you told me that you and your teammates were going to attack the East Kingdom. And a bastard named John Walker was trying to challenge your rules.”
“Ah, yeah, I remember now. Do you say that you fell asleep when I share my dreams with you? Did you lie to me?”
The pillow hit you and you heard Raven’s harsh voice
“Shut up and tell me the story, or do you want to see the aurora light on the outside right now?”
You smile behind the pillow
The pillage was a successful hunt, you found some gold, beers, and 2 feet of wool.
You were escorting the kids to the church until you heard a woman’s pleading.
“No! Please leave me alone! Go away from me!”
It’s behind the bushes and the trees, and that’s not a good sign.
Following the whimper, and sobbing, you can clearly hear a woman crying and the panting of a man
“There’s no way you go, your man is dead. And don’t worry, when I’m done with you, I’ll send you two together.”
A woman crawled on the ground, but the blonde man caught her ankle and pulled her back.
Her crying made your blood boil, plus, you know the man.
John Walker
“Let her go, Walker. She has already said no, haven’t you heard that?”
You held a piece of linen with a ᛉ on it and showed up
Walker’s head snapped to you, and he laughed
“Well, well. Look who is here? A fat whore who can’t be fucked by a man now tries to be a savior. Don’t you dare to run, hoe!”
He slapped the woman hard and shrank her long skirt into half
Caught the time, you pushed him off, gave her the fabric, and yelled
“RUN‒‒!!”
She took the fabric and crawled back, but soon, she stood up and run for her life.
“Look what have you done, bitch. You’ll pay for it.”
He pushed you away, spit to the ground, and stood up
Holding your axe tight, you mocked him
“It’s my line. You break the rules, Walker.”
“Bullshit, I’m not in your team and I'm not following that fucking rules.”
“Curtis already said that everyone must follow those rules if they join the hunt.”
You two started going around in circles, no one attacked
“He’s an old man, he’s a coward, if I was him, I’d never follow these useless rules.”
“I’m glad that you’re not the leader. In fact, I think that’s why they all say you can’t compare to the brothers.”
“Say that again!”
“I said, YOU ARE PATHIC.”
He roared when he waved his ax and approached you, defended with the shield, you could feel the blood and the adrenaline moving through your veins.
The heavenly feeling made you smile; the battle had just begun.
“What's wrong, Walker? Lose your axe and you're become a coward now? Where's your furious and that prick attitude?”
Your fist hit his nose, your arms locked his neck as you kicked his back of his knee to let him kneel
“Ah…let…”
“Can't breath, huh? How does that feel? Fear, hurt and pity, that's what you want.”
Your hands pinned him down, he whimpered weakly, the bruise could be seen through the broken clothes, a stream blood trailed down his face.
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Tree beard is just the really intense version of the Lorax
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hold me
pairing: george harrison x reader
summary: george is in the process of finishing abbey road, and has been repeatedly coming home frustrated. instead of talking to you about it, he distances himself completely, and only speaks to you in annoyance or anger, and lashes out on you. he doesn’t know how much it affects you and one day comes home to the effects firsthand.
warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, angy geo, neurodivergent reader, invasive thoughts, mental breakdown/panic attack, but it works out in the end
a/n: hayyyy ok so i wrote this as a comfort fic for myself, and i decided to post it cause why not. i struggle with intense fear of abandonment cause of bpd haha fun 😐and wanted to make it from the POV of a neurodivergent reader?? so this is like a comfort fic for ND readers?? idk if i need to put any other potential trigger warnings for this but if i do please lmk and i will fix it
year: 1969
the flat was quiet without him. to be honest, it was quiet with or without him, lately. as much as you didn’t want to admit it, george had been distant. he was always a quiet person, but he has never dismissed you this much. you knew that his job could be tiring and you tried not to overthink it, but you couldn’t help but feel bad. a voice in your head was planting horrible ideas, saying things like, “you fucked up, he doesn’t like you anymore, you’re annoying.” but still, you pushed on and tried your best to ignore the noise in your brain.
you sigh heavily and slide back into the couch. you had the next two days off of work, and nothing to do. george of course had to work on your days off, which left you alone at home. with your thoughts. it was hard getting through today, your intrusive thoughts were particularly loud... but he would be home any minute now, which brought on a bit of hope; seeing him should rid you of your own jailhoused mind.
the tv played some sitcom in front of you, which you had no interest in. all you could think about was if you ruined things. what if he was thinking of leaving you? it would be your fault... and yet you couldn’t think of a single thing you’ve ever done that might have hurt him.
the door opened gently and let in a cool draft that brushed against your warm skin. you look toward the entrance, seeing your george sigh heavily with exhaustion as he took his shoes and coat off. he looked up to you, his boldly furrowed brows softening.
“hi, love,” he says, walking toward you. you stand and approach him to greet him with a quick kiss. he holds you for a little longer than usual, and you take the opportunity to melt into his arms and breathe in his smell, something you’d been deprived of recently. he rests his chin on top of your head, which laid comfortably on his rising chest. it was moments like this that made all your worries slip away, moments like this that you wished you could cling onto forever and ever.
“how was your day?” you ask, finally leaning back to look up at him. he lets go of you and runs a hand through his long hair.
“not good,” he says, a frown on his perfectly sculpted face. you return his expression at the sight of him being sad. quickly, you remember your dinner ideas. maybe that would cheer him up.
“hey, maybe we can go get something to eat? maybe get your mind off of things?” you suggest, looking up at his brown eyes. he looks down at you, eyes full of regret.
“i’m sorry love, but i’d rather just head to bed already,” he says remorsefully. you smile softly and reassure him that it’s okay and he should get some rest. but part of you breaks inside, knowing he doesn’t want to spend time with you.
he headed upstairs and you followed, the painful ideas returning at full speed.
“you’re so annoying, of course he doesn’t want to spend any time with you. you’re so annoying and clingy,” your brain says and you flinch at the harsh thoughts. through your entire bedtime routine, thoughts flooded your mind and filled your entire being up, and you felt like you were being drowned from the inside out. george stood next to you as you both brushed your teeth, not speaking a single word to you or giving you a single glance. you changed into one of george’s t-shirts and watched as he slid out of his clothes and into his pajamas in seconds. he muttered a monotone, “good night,” before turning on his side, his back facting you.
as much as you didn’t want to, you believed the mean voices and hung your head as you got into bed next to george.
you slept back to back that night.
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the sun seeped into your room through your windows, and invaded your bed, waking you rather unpleasantly. you groan lightly as you reached over your bed for george, but only found empty space. his side of the bed was cold, indicating that he’d been up for a while now.
you sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes as the aromas of freshly brewed coffee and morning dew hit your senses. you hear the song of the early birds chirping as your feet hit the cool floor. as you head downstairs, you can hear george on the phone, and you soon see him muttering softly before taking a long drag from his cigarette. you don’t bother him, seeing that there was paperwork on the table and his call must be business related. naturally, you decide to head for the coffee, the smell luring you in like a fish.
you poured the hot, dark liquid into your favorite mug and add in your preferred amounts of cream and sugar. looking out the window, you see water drip gently from the leaves of a tree that george and you had planted a year ago. you sip your coffee and reminisce about the times you used to actually spend time with george. how nice it was, seeing him smile so often.
you suddenly hear george raise his voice at the phone, something unlike him entirely. you jump at the unpleasant sound before peeking through the hallway to see what on earth was happening.
“no, i don’t care! i want the bloody bastard fired, in fact, tell him not to bother showing up today,” he shouts into the phone before slamming it down, placing his head between his knees and groaning in frustration. seeing george this upset and acting out on it was truly a rare sighting, and you thought carefully about what to next.
after careful consideration, you tiptoe into the room and gently rest a hand on his shoulder, the sudden contact making him flinch.
“christ, (y/n) are you trying to give me a bloody heart attack?” he grumbles before lighting another cigarette.
“sorry,” you say softly, “would you like some tea?” you figure it could calm his anger and soothe some of his abnormal irritability.
“what? tea? there’s already coffee made,” he says rudely. you take a step back, saying nothing. you know that you didn’t do anything and that this behavior would pass. george was never like this. your eyes find the time and see that george should have left ten minutes ago.
“george, you’re gonna be late to work,” you say, thinking you could at least do something helpful. his head snaps back at you and his once soft face turned hard with anger.
“what are you implying? you want me gone?” he stands up and angrily grabs all of the papers scattered on the table, shoving them into a folder and the folder into his bag, “fine, i’ll leave. im out the door.”
you look at him in confusion, you’d barely woken up and were just trying to help, “what’s the matter with you?”
“what’s the matter with me,” he repeats, looking away and scoffing. he runs his hand through his hair in frustration, “im sick of this, (y/n)! im sick of life. i come home exhausted and you have half a mind to ask me if i want to talk about it!”
“you always want to go straight to bed,” you defend yourself, hurt that he would even suggest that you don’t care about him. his dark eyes glare into your own for a moment that feels like hours, trying to think of somethig clever to say in response, but he just wasn’t ever much of a fighter. he finally chooses to put his cigarette out on the table’s ashtray and grab his coat. if you wanted him out of the house, he was more than happy to comply.
“george-“ you start.
“no,” he cuts you off, “don’t say anything right now, i can’t even look at you.” and he doesn’t, he ignores your presence entirely as he picks up his bag and walks out the door.
you’re left in the cold house, alone, hurt, and dumbfounded. you couldn’t believe what had just happened. you couldn’t believe that george, your george, had taken his anger out on you, simply for trying to help his morning be less shitty. worse than that, he thought you wanted him gone, when all you wanted was to be with him. is this how it was going to be now? a bitter, loveless relationship? your eyes sting with fresh tears at the thought, and a huge lump in your throat grows painfully. you take a deep breath before heading upstairs. you wanted anything but to cry this early in the morning, and the only reason you got up somewhat early was to see george before he left to work. now that your morning was ruined, you figured heading back to bed was the next best thing.
you climb back into your shared bed, suppressing your emotions with the warmth of your fluffy blankets and soft pillows. the comfort of a bed felt almost like a hug, and you sighed, letting the pain drift away as you fell asleep.
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when you opened your eyes, the realization hit you. you’d slept until the sun began to set, completely ignoring your emotions, stuffing them down inside of you like an overflowing trash can. being awake made them fling right back at you; sleeping didn’t change a thing, and was only a temporary pause in your pain.
all of your feelings came back to you at once, and it once again felt like you were drowning internally. only this time, the thoughts weren’t the invasive factor. your emotions were overwhelmingly intense on top of your brain practically screaming horrible things to you. your breathing quickens as you feel tears slide down your face. this time you werent able to swallow the thick lump in your throat, and you began to weep softly.
this was it, george was leaving you. he hates you, he wants nothing to do with you. there was nothing you could do but hug your knees and cry. you choked on a sob and started rocking back and forth in attempts to try to soothe yourself. but you couldn’t stop, it felt like your entire world was falling apart. you soon began to have shortness of breath and struggled with your breathing, feeling your heart beat at an intense rate that you couldn’t control.
your bedroom door opens, revealing george’s early arrival. he immediately rushes to your side, afraid to touch you but wanting so bad to comfort you.
“(y/n)? (y/n), breathe. breathe, baby,” he takes your hand and you look at him. you aren’t sure if him being here is making the situation better or worse. seeing him try to help you stirred all kinds of feelings in your mind. you felt like you weren’t good enough for him, like you didn’t deserve his help.
george begins breathing in through his nose and out of his mouth, gently guiding you and hoping you will try to do the same. he sits in front of you on the bed and holds your face in his gentle hands. you look up into his eyes, the chocolate features of his face soothing you as your breath began to steady.
“that’s it,” he encourages.
“do you hate me?” you cry softly.
“what? no, (y/n), i’d give my life for yours, do you know that? you’re so, very special to me,” he slides over to sit beside you on the bed and wraps his long arms around you.
“why are you so distant?” you look up at him, and tears continue to roll down your flushed cheeks, “you acted so mean to me this morning, i feel like you want nothing to do with me.”
george is hurt by your words. he truly didn’t mean to be distant, and he never wanted to hurt you.
“i’m sorry,” he says, “ive been so overwhelmed i haven’t stopped to think of how you must feel. im really sorry my love i never meant to hurt you like this.” he embraces you tightly and you give into his comforting touch, wrapping your arms around his torso and digging your face into his chest.
you take a deep breath, “i understand,” you say before looking up to him to whisper, “i miss you. i miss us.”
“i miss you too darling,” he pauses for a moment, “how about i take tomorrow off? we can do whatever you’d like.”
you sniffle, “what about the album? the deadline?”
“i can fake sick. nothing is more important to me than you,” he says, “i want nothing more than to be with you. i love you so much.”
you smile when he presses a soft kiss to your aching head, “now how about we go have something to eat? i’m starved.”
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can you please write this: agatha have a love/hate relationship with y/n, she put her through what she did to wanda (living difficult moments of her past) and during the scene where yn was with her ex gf she gets a bit jealous watching it and makes comments about it
I loved this ask! Thank you so much for it. I hope you like what i did with it, dear! ^ - ^
The universe between your hands (Agatha x Fem!reader)
You growled as Agatha’s voice came behind you. She had you trapped in her basement and used her magic to keep you from using yours. You were totally gonna kill her.
This has been your relationship with her since the very beginning. You two hated each other, always fighting and trying to be the best witch. That led to nights staying awake together, reading the spellbooks as fast as you could, fights in the forest that usually ended with one of you having to carry the other, just to avoid being scolded by the older witches, and flirting. So much flirting (at what, you had to admit, Agatha was better). It wasn’t anything serious, but the older witches didn’t want to hear the two of you arguing, so you ended covering your arguments with sarcasm and flirting. It was natural for you both at this point.
“Ready to talk, dear?” she asked, walking around you like a lion playing with her prey. You rolled your eyes.
“You haven’t even offered me a cup of tea” you answered. “You’re losing your touch with your guests, Aggie”.
She chuckled at the name and grabbed your face with her right hand while playing with your hair with the other. Her baby blue eyes locked with your e/c ones. You always found her eyes really beautiful.
“My guests usually don’t try to kill me, darling” she whispered “the best you deserve is coffee”
“two spoons of sugar, please” you growled and Agatha smirked.
She caressed your cheek before she let your face and hair and started walking behind you. You blushed when she wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed you against herself.
“Tell me what you learnt and I’ll let you go” she whispered in your ear “You’ll be free to play in the stars, love” she promised.
The stars. That was the reason you were here right now. You always knew you could be better, always knew there was so much more to learn. Just, not here on earth. You found a way to travel across the universe, and you learnt so much from the magic on other planets.
You were on Antares when you felt the chaos magic and it felt like a good time to visit your old home. The plan was simple: go to earth, learn chaos magic, go back to your studies on Antares. But travel across the universe took so much of your power and you always ended tired and almost knocked out when you did it. By the time you arrived at Westview, you could barely stand on your feet. That was the only reason Agatha was able to capture you. She wanted the power you got from the stars.
“I thought you were not interested in it, Aggie” you said and cursed yourself for feeling butterflies on your stomach when she giggled on your ear and used her free hand to play again with your hair.
“You know I’m interested in anything you do, Y/N” she said and you blushed.
That was true. She was always asking for you around the coven, wanting to know whatever you were doing, that was how she managed to be a step ahead of you sometimes.
That’s why she was the one having a trial and not you, a voice in your head said and you felt guilty. You had been the one planning to steal the books, to learn dark magic. It was your idea. You were the one who planned to break the rules. Agatha just did it first because you lost a fight against her and she read your mind.
“I’m a little busy, hon” she whispered in your ear, interrupting your thoughts “so, let me save both of our time”.
You gasped when she released you, allowing you to stand on your feet. Too bad your knees were too weak because of her proximity. You would have hit the floor if it wasn’t because of Agatha’s arm that was still around you.
“Careful, dear. I haven’t even taken you up stairs” she joked and you rolled your eyes, feeling your cheeks a little warm.
“fuck you” you mumbled as you stepped away from her. You just heard her chuckling. You weren’t sutpid, you knew she put some runes around the room to avoid your magic. Smart ass.
You felt her approach you from behind again, and suddenly, everything was black. You blinked before you noticed the new scene. You were in the forest. What the hell? Agatha stood beside you and you two watched your memory. It was that time when you sent a poor girl through a bunch of trees.
She was a younger witch that tried to make fun of Agatha. You remembered being angry at her, because it was your thing. No one else was allowed to talk like that about the brunette, just you. It was common knowledge in the coven. So, you just were defending that privilege, it wasn’t because of Agatha’s eyes being filled with tears.
Then, the real Agatha made a move with her hand and the memory changed. This time it was her who was defending you from hunters. You had made a mistake and the men from the village saw your magic before you could hide it. You ran but you were still young and you couldn’t control your magic like you do now. When they were too close to you, you felt a magic that wasn’t yours and suddenly a wind too strong took the men away from you. You would later learn to identify that magic as Agatha’s.
“You were pretty stupid back then” you heard Agatha whisper and you frowned before you turned to her.
“look who’s talking” you rolled your eyes. She only giggled and changed the memory again, to the one when she saved your ass from the older witches by saying you were with her all the time. You were actually outside the forest, which was not allowed to younger witches, but Agatha lied for you.
“How am I going to beat your ass myself if you’re expelled?” she had said when you asked her why she did it.
The memories kept changing for a while and you felt something strange inside your chest. Some of them were always present in your mind, but some were almost forgotten. What you noticed while watching them, was that you and Agatha acted like an old married couple most of the time. But no, you hated each other and that was the only truth you knew.
You didn’t say anything when Agatha skipped the memory of her trial. It was a silent pact you both made a long time ago. That night...never happened.
The memories changed to ones from a closer time. Both of you were older, you knew more about the world, your goals changed. You took different paths, but would find each other from time to time. Even then, your dynamic remained the same. It was almost comical, now that you had the chance to watch it from the outside. It seemed like you’ve always had complete faith in Agatha surviving, while she seemed to have (well founded) doubts about your ability to stay alive.
“Just take what you want, Aggie” you suddenly said when you recognised the memory that was playing now. Your reaction seemed to be interesting for her, because she giggled and hugged you from behind.
“Where’s the fun in that?” she whispered in your ear. She seemed to like doing that, you noticed.
However, you just wanted to stop the memory right there. “I’ll tell you what i learnt, we don’t need to keep watching this” you said, but she ignored you. She now definitely wanted to see this.
You tensed when another voice came from the memory.
“Y/N? Love, where are you?” a female said. It was your ex girlfriend. Agatha was still behind you, so you didn’t see her frowning.
“oh, there you are, silly. Are you ready?” your ex asked and you watched yourself nodding and taking her hand. She kissed you and you stared at her with love. It made you sick because you knew how this memory was going to end.
“You’ve been busy, Y/N” you heard Agatha saying, but there was something else in her tone. You just couldn’t put your finger on it.
You watched as your past self and your ex went on your date. Agatha’s arms pressed you more against her when the memory showed your ex doing the same while looking at pictures in the museum. It was the same position, but you couldn’t help but notice it felt better with Agatha.
“She took you to see the same boring paintings you’ve known for centuries? how original” Agatha said and there was that tone again. As if she wanted you to notice how bad of a match your ex was. Well, she didn’t need to do it, you knew now.
The older witch couldn’t help herself, but she felt...something. It was strange. She planned to watch your memories just to steal the knowledge you had from the stars (even when a little voice in her head said that she also wanted to see what was going on in your life. She didn’t see you in a long time, after all), but now that plan was quickly being forgotten.
She frowned when she heard someone else calling you “love”, watching this woman taking your hand, playing with your hair and kissing you lips, was too much for her. With the exception of the kissing part, those were the things she usually did with you. It was normal for her to play with your hair, to grab your hand and even hug you (for lord’s sake, she was holding you in her arms right now!), it was her thing, something she always thought that was special for you both, and watching someone else doing it, felt like an insult to her. As if that woman was stealing what was hers by right.
That annoyed her. So she did what she always does when something annoys her. She tried to get rid of it. These were your memories, so she couldn’t actually do anything to the woman, but her brilliant sarcasm should be enough.
“Really? a fancy restaurant? how cliché” she said, trying to get a reaction from you. But you seemed lost in your thoughts.
You watched the scene and the moment your past self walked on that restaurant, you wanted to stop yourself, you wanted to yell, to tell yourself to walk away from there. But what happened, happened, and there was nothing you could do about it. So you just kept hearing as Agatha kept making sarcastic comments about your ex.
When you watched your ex offering you a drink and your past self smiling lovingly at her, you felt Agatha’s hold tightening around your waist and unconsciously leaned against her. For someone who has spent the past 300 years trying to kill you, Agatha surely knew how to make you feel safe.
Agatha felt you leaning more into her embrace and some of her rage faded away. However, she decided to stop the memory when she saw the woman pulling out a small box from her jacket. No, she didn’t want to see that.
You blinked as you two went back to Agatha’s basement. What happened? She didn’t even get the memory she was looking for, the one about your new powers. Instead, she pressed her lips in your temple and remained quiet. Almost as if she wanted to stay this way for as long as she could, not that you were complaining.
You stared at her hands around your waist and took want of them in yours. You watched it carefully, noticing every vein, spot, freckle and wrinkle it had. You watched how your own fingers slowly intertwined with hers. It felt good. But you couldn’t remain silent. Not when your mind wanted an answer.
“Why did you stop?” you asked softly. Agatha didn’t answer right away, too lost on the feeling of your fingers.
“I don’t need to watch the proposal. Nor the wedding” she finally whispered in your hair and you frowned. There was that tone again, the same she kept in her comments all the time she watched your memory of your ex. This time, you knew what it was. Jealously.
The thought made you blush. In another time, it would have been enough for you to start a war and laugh at her. But something felt different this time.
It was strange. There was nothing that was different from your previous encounters. There was nothing different from the way you acted with each other, and still, it didn’t feel the same. This time, it felt more intimate, more dangerous. There was a line you didn’t know you were walking to, and now, it was time to decide whether to cross it or not.
“There was no wedding” you said and slowly turned around in her arms to look at her. She frowned, confused and you couldn’t help but notice how cute it was. You noticed the passage of time on her face. She seemed wiser, but also tired. Stronger but broken.
But she was as beautiful as always.
“She did propose” you continued, sighing “but it was a lie. She worked for HYDRA, and wanted my powers” you said, playing with a stray of her hair “so i killed her”
That made Agatha blink, and she stared at you for a moment before a small smile appeared on her face. “Really? The great and always right Y/N, murdered someone?” she joked and you chuckled. You were as naughty as her, and you both knew it, but there was a time when you would have preferred to let yourself be killed than to kill someone.
“I had to. I think that, if someone who isn’t you, kills me, we’ll both be very disappointed” you said and she giggled. Has her laugh always been this cute?
“Good to know that you still hold me in high esteem, love” she said and it was your turn to laugh.
You stared at each other’s eyes and you knew that the time was over. The line was right there and you had to cross it or walk away from it. The way she brought her face close to yours and the silent question in her eyes was all it took to happily jump the fucking line as you gently kissed her, wrapping your arms aroun her neck.
You came to earth thinking you’d be gone quickly. But suddenly, the stars were not as interesting as this universe between your hands.
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Brutus
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Bucky warns the Agent with his phone out about to take a picture of you curled up like a cat in the sun.
“It’s just a picture sir, my best friend has a huge crush on her.” He says with what Bucky assumes is his attempt at a charming smile.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Bucky says with a little shrug and the Agent grins then lines up the shot again. Before he can there’s a puff of smoke a large roar and a loud scream then the Agent goes tearing past him.
“Brutus,” your soft sleepy voice says, “are you playing nice?”
“Doll.”
“Mm, Bucky.” He reaches a hand down for you, one of the few people that Brutus will let approach you, but you pull him down into your sunspot. “Was Brutus yelling at you?” You ask as you curl into him.
“Nah, some Agent. I tried to warn him.” He gives the massive black bear a friendly pat on the belly and he receives a gentle swipe in return. Bucky knows if Brutus wanted to hurt him he would without hesitation, it speaks to how much you trust him.
“Mm,” you hum softly tugging Bucky back so he’s leaning against Brutus too. “So the roar was deserved?”
“In my opinion yes.”
“Okay, good boy Brutus.” You mumble, and Bucky chuckles softly. He’s not sure your eyes have been open for more than a few seconds since you’d said his name.
“What are we doin Doll?”
“Charging, we’re gonna be called for a late mission today.”
“And you’ve had me join you because?”
“Because you’re safe. And Brutus likes you.” The bear gives a low rumble from beneath him and it honestly warms his heart. You’re so small against him, curled like this your head is at his chest and toes brush just below his knees. But on the battlefield you’re easily the more deadly. Bucky has seen you take out a dozen hydra agents without even breaking a sweat. Thor had once accused you of being his sister Hela you were so deadly.
But it took a lot out of you, more than once Bucky had carried you back to your room where you’d stayed for a couple days your familiar not even letting Bucky in to see you. And Bucky wasn’t willing to fight with the bear, he knew that had you needed him your familiar would always come get him.
He also knows to listen when you say that you’re going to be called for a mission. While you swear that you can’t see the future you’re almost never wrong about calling a mission.
So Bucky relaxes against the bear, curls an arm around you and goes to sleep.
Sure enough, a night mission, you lounge on Brutus’ back while he and Bucky walk to the meeting.
“Is that even comfortable?” He asks and you hum softly in affirmation as the three of you enter the jet. It’s a quiet flight to Washington State where in the wilderness there’s a cell of Hydra terrorists hiding.
Hydra sees the team coming, Bucky is fighting not far from you when he hears a cry of pain and a flash of black magic. Brutus roars loudly then charges a hydra Agent. You’re on the ground and throwing the man he’s been fighting into a tree Bucky rushes to your aid. Blood is seeping out your side at an alarming rate. You cry out again and Brutus falls with a roar, you grab Bucky’s arm and pant,
“Save Brutus.”
“No. I have to stop your bleeding first.”
“No, if he dies. I die.” You gasp and horror rushes through Bucky. So, he does as you ask and rushes to the bear who has been shot more than once.
“Brutus. She’s okay.” He lies and the bear gives him a look, “I gotta get you to stop bleeding.” Working on humans is one thing but a black bear is very different. He’s having a hard time finding all the wounds.
“What are you doing?” Wanda screams from above him, “Midnight is bleeding out and you’re worried about a bear?”
“Get the bullets outta him Wanda!” Bucky yells back and with a flick of her wrist the bullets work their way out of Brutus. She lands next to him then runs to you. “He dies she dies!” Bucky roars and Wanda sprints back.
“What?”
“He’s what keeps her immortal apparently!”
“Shit.”
“Help me!” Bucky is in a panic now, Brutus is breathing less and less and blood is still oozing out of him.
“I got this. Go get Midnight and get her on the plane!” She uses one hand to work on Brutus slowly drawing his blood back into his body and closing each bullet hole, “go so you can get back and cover my six!” She snaps and Bucky rushes to you, he doesn’t like how much blood is on your uniform, why you’re not wearing body armor is something he’ll be changing about your uniform and he doesn’t care if you like it. He gently scoops you up and the movement is enough to jolt you back to consciousness for a moment.
“Bru-“
“Wanda’s working on him.” He tells you, “I’m getting you back to the jet.” What feels like hours later, but is really a couple of minutes, he puts you in the cradle and turns it on. “I’ll be right back Doll. Don’t you dare die on me.” He says before sprinting back to where Wanda is working on Brutus.”
“Go get the intel. We’re fine.” She’s got this red shield around her and Brutus and the bear is looking better so Bucky does as she asks and heads inside the small cave that was being used as the Hydra hideout. They’d defended it fiercely so hopefully there’s something good. Sure enough he finds several laptops and throwing them into a bag he finds then hurries back out to where Wanda is levitating Brutus onto the jet.
“Where’s Midnight?”
“Cradle. FRIDAY get us out of here.” Bucky snaps before going to sit next to you in the cradle.
The flight is half over when you start to stir, the cradle stops and opens with a soft hiss and Bucky is ready to help you out.
“Where’s Brutus?” You ask, swinging your legs over the side of the cradle.
“Careful Doll,” Bucky warns just before your legs crumble underneath you. Bucky catches you before you hit the ground and pulls you against him. “I got you.”
“I need to get to him.”
“Wanda took good care of him Doll.”
“Bucky please.” Like he could ever deny you anything, he scoops you up and carries you to the back of the jet where Brutus is laying on a mat. “Put me down next to him please.” Bucky does then goes to sit next to you but stops when Brutus growls lowly. “It’s okay Bru, it’s time.” You tell the bear before pressing a kiss to his nose. You lean back and there’s a flash and suddenly Brutus is on fire.
“Woah!” Bucky jumps up to grab the fire extinguisher but it’s too late, all that’s left of the bear is a pile of ash. “What, Doll, what the fuck?”
“Just wait.” You tell him watching the largest pile, so he does too. A sneeze erupts from it and to Bucky’s astonishment a small ear appears. “Sit with me. I want him to remember you.”
“Why?” He asks as he sits down next to you.
“Because then you’re not a threat, ever. He’ll accept you into our family.” Sure enough a few seconds later the creature shakes and the rest of the ash falls away from the small body. There sits a black bear cub, who grumbles around Bucky then crawls his way into your lap.
“How long will he be that small?”
“A couple of days.” You say depositing the bear into Bucky’s lap. He swipes Bucky’s arm but other than a metallic noise nothing happens and the bear seems confused.
“Bru, be nice. This is Bucky. We like Bucky.” The bear, who is apparently Brutus, blinks up at Bucky then nuzzles his head into his metal hand. Bucky gives him a little scratch and Brutus makes the pleased noise that he’s always made when Bucky scratches his ears. “He remembers.” You tell him with a smile over at him, “he might even let you into my room when I’m having a bad day now.”
“So this whole, him lighting on fire is a normal occurrence?”
“It is. It’s just usually not such a public affair.” You say leaning against Bucky, “sorry I’m still a little tired.”
“I’ve got you Doll.”
“You know Bucky, our souls have known one another before.”
“What’s that Doll?”
“Our souls, they know one another. It’s why Brutus likes you so much, why you make me feel safe. Why you have this urge to protect me.”
“Pretty sure that’s not just cuz I knew you before Doll.”
“Why else would it be?”
“Maybe because I’m falling in love with you.”
“Oh good.” You say dreamily and Bucky isn’t sure how much of the conversation you’re actually comprehending. “I’m falling in love with you too. Which makes things much less complicated.” Bucky laughs softly, you’re not wrong.
“You should get some sleep Doll.”
“Will you come with us?” You ask picking up the sleeping bear cub who grumbles then snuggles into you.
“If you want.” You hold out a hand and he climbs to his feet and takes your hand. You press yourself against the side of the jet’s built in cot. Brutus is in your arms and Bucky joins you on the cot facing you on his side.
“Goodnight Bucky.” You whisper before letting your eyes drift shut.
“Night Doll.” He says with a little half smile, he watches you for a few minutes before closing his eyes and drifting off.
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Like A Pornstar || C.S
Summary: Among all of the sex professionals, San takes a liking in you, the most unexperienced person in the room.
Pairing: Choi San x Reader
Words: Several I’d say
Genre: Smut
⚠ spanking, choking, sex worker!au, pornstar!au, dirty talking, teasing ⚠
A/N: Idc, San gives off pornstar vibes. Enjoy 💖
ᴄʀ: ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱʙᴀʙᴇᴇ
Seonghwa ver. || Hongjoong ver. || Jongho ver.
You watched as the man laid on the bed and guided the woman on top of him. His fingers were buried in the woman's waist and his eyes watched her movements carefully, beads of sweat falling from his forehead and small moans escaping his agape mouth.
"Cut!"
You had been so immersed in the action that the yell almost startled you.
The way his pleasured expression immediately fell off his face and was replaced with an almost bored one was astonishing to you. Once the cameras stopped rolling the actor's face and body stance immediately changed into a more relaxed stance, as if he hadn’t just been inside a woman, fucking her relentlessly. He wrapped his body in a rope after the woman had gotten off of him and headed towards the director.
"San that was perfect, we're going to try some shots with her on all fours and then we wrap it up with a facial."
San brushed his sweaty hair back with his right hand whilst the other held the robe's furry belt, and he nodded at the instructions. The director gave the actor a pat in the back.
"Take a break, we'll keep rolling in 30."
San left the set and headed to the little room reserved for him.
It was truly entertaining to watch that man work. It was like he turned into a whole different person when the cameras turned on, and the way he shut out the world around him when the lights flashed upon his skin was admirable. He was so embedded in the act that the entire crew surrounding him seemed to disappear... Mesmerizing.
"Assistant!"
"That would be me... " You whispered to yourself.
You plopped off your chair and made your way over to the director who had called you. You didn't know men could be bitches until you met this old, horrendous man. You had to admit, you felt a little uncomfortable by the environment and people around you in the beginning, but then again, money doesn't grow on trees, and college doesn't pay for itself.
"Y/N," The director started, once you'd made your way close to him "San requested some water and he just told me there is no water in his dressing room. Could you be any more useless!?"
Had that been months ago, tears would've brimmed in your eyes and your voice would've become shaky, but at this point you were used to it.
"My bad, I'll get that taken care of..."
You walked away without another word and headed to the small warehouse under the building, which was the only place on earth where they stored dildos next to water bottles. You sighed and grabbed one of the packs which contained nine bottles of water, since you wanted to make sure you didn’t have to go through all of this trouble once more.
You then made your way to the small room where the casted male pornstars would stay in, to rest and fix themselves. You knocked on the door softly, and when you heard a small ‘come in’ coming from the inside, you turned the handle and entered the room.
“Here’s your water Mr. Choi.” You told him and put the waters down on the coffee table behind him.
The male was sitting in his vanity, scrolling on his phone. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you. The smile on his face could trick anyone... He looked like a little kid that had just gotten a lollipop whenever he smiled. His eyes turned into two crescents and his dimples enticed anyone who laid eyes on them. Even you, who had seen every part of this man (literally) almost got fooled by those innocent eyes.
“Miss Y/N I think anyone who has seen my dick up close can call me on a first-name basis.” He said and giggled.
How did he do it? How could something like that just slip out of his lips while giggling? You chuckled at his silliness and shrugged.
“I guess you’re right, but I haven’t seen it up close, I’ve seen it from afar.” You defended, victoriously crossing your arms in front of your chest.
San licked his lips and stood up. He settled his phone on top of the vanity and stepped closer to you.
“Well, would you like to?”
You eyed him weirdly and pushed him away, with your index finger placed on his chest.
“Don’t joke like that!” You whined, wearing a soft frown on your face.
The smiley face that made anyone comfortable under its presence faded quickly, and was replaced with a serious look. The atmosphere in the room was suddenly much heavier, and you could hear his heavy breathing. His eyes, although almost fully hidden by his dark fringe, had a new feeling to them, and intimidating, almost scary one.
He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close, so close that his hard-on began poking at you.
“I’m not joking.”
“But... Me? San, you have sex with professionals for a living surely they’re better than me...”
You weren’t insecure about your body nor about having sex, you were insecure, however, when the partner in question had a wide range of previous sex partners who were professionals in the matter.
“But that’s exactly why... They’re professionals, they’re the same as me, we have fun but at the end of the day, there’s nothing new. But you...” His head dipped in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, and licking a long strip from the bottom of your neck to the spot below your earlobe “you’re so new. You look so innocent, so breakable. God, I wanna destroy you.”
He applied more pressure on the grip he had on your waist and you shivered at his dominant tone. The fact that you knew he was naked and hard under the robe didn’t help you calm down. You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, not knowing what to respond.
San chuckled and held your chin.
“Don’t look at me like that... I don’t have much self-control baby, I’ll fuck you against this wall.”
The director called everyone on set, obliging San to pull away from you and make his way toward the door. As he turned the knob he looked at you over his shoulder.
“You better be watching what I do, cause the whole time I’ll be imagining it’s you under me.”
He winked and left the room. You stood there, frozen, still processing what had happened. It was almost inconceivable that such a man wanted to fuck you, yet his actions proved his intentions. Remembering his words, you turned on your heels and headed over to the set.
You watched each of his moves with twice as much willingness and attentiveness now, and not long after, both you and San were imagining the girl being taken by the man was you. You bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together, his sentences and his deep, sensual voice replaying over and over in your head. San stole a little glance at you, and you could tell he noticed your stiff body stance by the smirk that appeared on his lips. San gripped a handful os the poor girl’s hair and picked up the pace, as if telling you ‘be ready for later’.
A warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your body and you could feel wetness spreading between your folds. You couldn’t help but envision what he could do to you, if only a couple of words and glances had gotten you like that, your body begging for his.
When the woman finally sunk to her knees on the floor and San came all over her face with a loud moan, the cameras stopped rolling and the lights were turned off.
The director told everyone it was a wrap and gave the staff and the actors the green light to go home. You walked over to the back of the room to grab your purse, when you felt a big pair of hands grab your hips and pull you back. Your back hit what you assumed to be San’s chest and you blushed.
“Wait for me outside, okay baby? We’ll have a good time today...” He whispered in your ear.
San teasingly bit your earlobe and left, presumably to get dressed.
Your legs trembled and your nubs hardened at the sudden neediness and craving for his touch.
You did as he had told you, and once you had gathered all of your things you headed outside and waited for him by the door. Not long after you heard heavy footsteps behind you, and a cheeky hand slid into the back pocket of your jeans.
“Hm, you waited for me like I told you? What a good girl...”
The praise and the little squeeze he gave your ass almost forced a small whimper out of your mouth, but you contained yourself.
San walked you to his car, and once you had settled in and he had started the car, you started feeling nervous.
“Where are we going?”
“My place, love. I don’t have a sex dungeon to fuck you in.”
Your cheeks flushed a little and you mentally slapped yourself for the idiotic question. San placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed reassuringly.
“Don’t be nervous Y/N.”
His loving smile was back, and you couldn’t help but ease a little at the sight of it.
The ride was silent, with nothing but the faint background music playing, which was exactly what you needed to get your thoughts in place. When the car came to a halt, a new wave of nervousness and doubt hit you.
You stepped out of the car and followed him nonetheless.
His house was not one bit less intimidating than him. It was a big, futuristic-looking house and as you paced your way inside it and looked around, you realized how much money a pornstar really must make.
San caught a hold of your wrist and pulled you inside of one of the rooms, immediately shutting the door behind you.
“Safeword is Purple, okay baby?” He told you, as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
You nodded, as you stood in the middle of the room with your hands clasped behind your back. You were already scared, and the safe word ordeal did no good.
His shirt fell to the floor and soon his jeans joined, and no matter how many times you had seen his naked body, every time you laid eyes on those broad shoulders, his protruding six-pack and his gorgeous thighs, your mouth would water.
You allowed him to push you down onto the bed. His fingers played with the hem of your t-shirt as he looked at his own fingers playfully.
His head lowered and he connected his lips to your neck. He left small kisses at first, but the innocence soon washed away and the soft pecks were replaced by rather harsh bites and some sucking.
San pulled your shirt off of your body, taking a second to appreciate the nice shape of your breasts. He cupped both of them in his hands and gave them a squeeze.
His fingers experientially unhooked your bra and threw it somewhere. Before you could cover your breasts with your hands, San, who had seen that coming, grabbed your wrists and pinned each of them beside your head.
“Don’t try that baby, your body is mine to take now.” He whispered in your ear.
Your body quivered under his touch and never before had you been so desperate.
San’s tongue danced along the curves of your right breast. He took his time teasing you, before taking your hardened nipple in his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he sucked on it. He left no piece of skin unattended, as he gave you a hickey in the skin between your breasts when his mouth made its way to your left nipple.
He let go of your wrists, allowing you to tangle your fingers in his hair, while his own fingers traced a pattern down your body, making their way to your jean’s button.
Every touch, every bite and every moan drove you crazy, and San slowly uncovered a new façade of yours.
San undid said button along with the zipper. He pulled away from your breasts so he could hook his fingers on the waistband of the pants and pull them down your body, however, being the cheeky man he is, as San’s fingers caught your pants, he made sure they’d also get your panties, and so they disappeared somewhere in the room with the rest of your clothes.
Suddenly you felt very exposed, and the feeling soon became bigger when San took the liberty to spread your legs for him.
His fingers hovered over your womanhood for a second, before two of his fingers parted your folds. He hummed and bit his lower lip at the side.
“You look so good baby...”
You hissed at the contact, as his middle finger easily slipped inside of you.
“I thought I was going to have to prepare you...” He pulled out his finger, glistening with your cum and held it in the air “But it seems you’re already wet enough.”
Remembering how much your innocent, puppy eyes had affected him you decided to tease him. You looked him in the eye, with the exact same expression.
“Does that mean you’re going to fuck me now?” You asked, purposely pulling the clueless card.
San’s jawline tightened and he settled between your legs. He slapped your thigh and gripped it harshly, as his lips came down to meet yours in a rough kiss. It was a type of kiss you’d never experienced before, there was a mix of hunger, lust, and somehow desperation.
His teeth took your bottom lip between them and bit it lightly. You moaned at the harshness, and he pulled away. San stripped from his boxers and let his tip hit your bare pussy, rubbing it between your folds teasingly.
“San please... Don’t tease me...” You begged.
His hand, that was placed on your hip, traveled up your body, and wrapped around your throat, squeezing it.
“Oh, baby, whatever will I do to you. I’m going to wreck you...”
He followed his sentence by entering you. His thrusts were strong and slow at first, but the pace soon picked up.
You couldn’t help but wonder how he still had so much stamina after a shoot like that... But he sure spared no mercy. He pounded into you until your hands were gripping the sheets and the headboard hit the wall loudly.
The sounds of your moans and his groans echoed in the room, however, your main focus was on the lewd sounds his dick made as it rammed inside your pussy.
Suddenly he pulled out and stood up from the bed.
“Turn around princess, ass up.”
You did as you were told and quickly perked your ass up for him. San shuffled with something in the room for a second and then you felt the bed dip by your feet. His hand caressed one of your cheeks and squeezed it.
“Good girl...” He praised you.
You then felt a sharp pain in your ass and you yelped. By the sound of the buckle and shape of the item that had hit you, you assumed he had fetched the belt he previously wore.
You felt another whip to your ass, this time on a different cheek and you yelped louder. You didn’t know this about yourself, but you enjoyed the way the pain turned into pleasure, and whip after whip, your yelps morphed into moans.
San loved the pink tint on your ass, and he would’ve loved to spank you for as long as you could handle, but his cock was already twitching and he wanted to come either in you or on you.
He knelt behind you and lined up his tip with your entrance, carelessly and violently pounding into you. He would often smack your ass, reminding you of how much you’d loved the belt.
“Fuck San, you’re so good...” You moaned.
San gripped some of your hair in his fist and tugged on it.
“You like it, hm? You like being fucked like this?”
You moaned a loud ‘yes’ in response, earning a groan from the male behind you.
“Be a good girl for me and cum on my cock Y/N... Please.”
A couple more spanks and thrusts and you happily obliged to his wishes. Your arms gave in and so would’ve your legs if San didn’t hold up your waist. Your head was buried in a pillow and your back was arched as you moaned San’s name.
Your beautiful sounds and your tightness almost sent San over the edge. He pulled out of you and jacked himself off to the view of your ass, cumming all over it soon after accompanied by a loud moan.
San collapsed behind you on the bed and chuckled at your fucked out state. The man sweetly played with your hair and kissed the top of your head, as if saying ‘you did well’.
“So, did you enjoy being fucked like a pornstar?”
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Defending Her Honor - D.M.
Draco Malfoy x ravenclaw!reader
Requested: yes
hii! could i request prompts 31 and 48 from list #1 with draco x ravenclaw!reader, please? maybe some slytherins are bothering her while she's studying on the great hall and draco sees them approach her table. she gets ups and walks to the hall but they follow her and make fun so he stands up for her and it's angry-as-hell!draco but also completely soft-for-her!draco. just extremely protective boyfriend mode and fluff overload with lots of kisses pleeease. thanksss, xx✨
“oi! that’s my girlfriend”
“fuck what everyone else thinks!”
Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of food & eating, bullying (? kinda)
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: I tweaked it a bit, if that’s okay, she’s the one that follows him out of the Hall but you know,, the idea is there HAHA! & also, angry-as-hell!draco & completely soft-for-her!draco tho 🥺 that shit huRTED
Prompts are in bold
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Everyone knew that OWL and NEWT season for the 5th and 7th years was basically hell on earth. There was not one corner of the whole castle that one couldn’t find a student trying to cram as much information into their head as possible. Some could say that Ravenclaws had it a little better since their common room was basically a second library and they already had the disposition for learning and knowledge, but they were wrong.
(Y/N) was sick of studying in the common room and the library, and of studying in general. Ravenclaws might be known for their cleverness, wit, and wisdom, but damn even they couldn’t go on studying 24/7 like this. She needed a break and it was almost lunch time anyway.
She gathered up the books spread across her desk in the dorm and unceremoniously dumped them into her school bag. With a huff she blinked away the tears of frustration pooling in her eyes. Being a 7th year just on the brink of the rest of her life was daunting and scary, and frankly, she could not be arsed. She was only just 17 after all, why did she need her whole life mapped out already?
With one final sweep of the room, she marched out of her dorm and out of Ravenclaw tower to make her way to the Great Hall. On the way there, she noticed a few Slytherins in her year giving her looks and whispering when she walked past. She shrugged it off, not being in the right headspace to wonder why in the world they were paying attention to her.
Then, all of a sudden she felt herself get hit with a tripping jinx. The books she was carrying in her arms and the bag on her shoulder flew as her legs magically stuck together. She hit the stone floor with a thud and could hear the snickers of the Slytherins who rushed past her.
“Fuck,” She hissed, feeling the skin of her palms and knees aching as they were what padded her fall.
For the nth time that day, she felt tears pool in her eyes out of frustration. She didn’t acknowledge them, however, she had no time to. She had to get to the Great Hall and have some lunch before going back to revising for her NEWTs.
Thankfully, no one else was in the hallways leading there. (Y/N) got to the Ravenclaw table relatively unscathed after the incident with the Slytherins. Speaking of, she spared a glance at their table to see her boyfriend, Draco, already looking at her.
He quirked an eyebrow at her as if to say are you alright? and she gave a brief nod and sent a small smile his way before turning to the food in front of her.
Draco, however, could tell that something was wrong. (Y/N) tried to be as reassuring as possible with her facial expression and body language, but he could see the slight redness in her eyes and the discomfort in her hands.
He was proven right when he heard a few chuckles and snickers from down the table.
“Did you see her face when she fell?” One of his fellow housemates, Quimby, snorted, “(Y/L/N) is too easy to mess around with. I hope it hurt when she hit the floor.”
Another Slytherin, a girl who so clearly wanted to impress him, laughed a little too loudly in response and said, “You should try a stinging jinx next or maybe the bat-bogey hex.”
“I like the way you think,” He agreed, shovelling food into his mouth unceremoniously, “I bet I can make her cry by the end of the day.”
Draco had had enough. His blood was boiling and he had to clench his fists to make sure he wouldn’t do anything rash like hex the living daylights of this prick. It was getting harder and harder to restrain himself, though.
“Oi! That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about, you prat,” He said, turning to face them, “And I don’t like how you’re talking about her. If I hear you say one more thing about hurting her in any way–”
“You’ll what, run along to your Daddy?” Quimby sneered, rolling his eyes and not taking the threat seriously.
Forgetting that he had a wand, Draco stood up quickly and punched him directly in the face.
Yells of shock burst from several Slytherins who watched the entire thing go down, and soon the rest of the Great Hall had their eyes on the 2 boys. Quimby attempted to reach for his wand, but was stopped as soon as the professors got involved.
“Detention Mr. Malfoy,” Professor McGonagall, who was the first to come out of shock, said.
Draco merely nodded and grabbed his school bag before rushing out of the Hall. (Y/N), still in shock, quickly gathered her things (and her thoughts) to follow him out. She had to quicken her pace slightly, knowing that he was significantly taller than her and had a pretty good head start. Thankfully, she caught up to him at the end of a hallway.
“Hey,” She breathed once she reached him, “What was that all about?”
He said nothing, instead, choosing to grip her hand in his and pull her along until they reached the castle grounds. The fresh air and warmth of the sun did some good in calming Draco down, and the pair was able to make their way silently to a large shady tree. (Y/N), however, couldn’t hide her obvious discomfort as his hand gripped a part of hers that was still sore and cut from her fall.
Of course, Draco noticed.
He released his grip and gently cradled her injured hand in both of his. As they sat down under the shade of the tree, he pulled out his wand and murmured a quiet episkey.
“Thanks,” (Y/N) smiled softly at her boyfriend and her newly healed hand, “Now are you going to tell me what happened back there?”
“Just some idiot running his mouth and pissing me off,” He shrugged, “Nothing to worry about.”
“Draco,” She warned, “C’mon tell me, so I know what to say in your defense when people start to talk.”
“Fuck what everyone else thinks! I wasn’t about to let some prick badmouth you and talk about making you cry. Not when I know you’ve had a rough couple of days and when I can get it into his thick skull that I’ll always be around to protect you.”
He had gotten so worked up that he threw his arms up and ran a hand through his hair, not noticing that her eyes widened and for the first time that day, the tears escaped her eyes.
“Oh Draco,” (Y/N) breathed, sending him a wobbly and wet smile.
“Oh no you’re crying,” He mumbled, pulling her into his arms, “Don’t cry. I won’t punch him again if that’s what you want. Or I could punch him some more for you, the prick deserves it”
A soft laugh escaped from her lips as she snuggled closer to him, basking in his warmth, “No, I just can’t believe you were defending my honor. Who knew the Draco Malfoy was such a softie underneath it all.”
He just shook his head and tightened his grip on her. He would do anything if it meant being able to have (Y/N) in his arms, safe and happy.
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Caught Slipping
Levi Ackerman x Reader
Snow crunched under your black rubber boots as you followed Levi toward the ice-covered pond. You were already chilled to the bone, the mittens on your hands and the beanie on your head not doing much to give you any warmth. You glanced at the man in front of you, who was easily making his way through the snow, carrying his skates and yours.
“Hey Levi, maybe this wasn’t a good idea, the ice looks kinda thin from here,” you called to the ebony head in front of you. There wasn’t a response and you huffed under your breath, muttering about how you were going to catch hypothermia. Levi turns and looks at you with a bored look on his face as if to ask, Are you done yet?
You gaze into his hardened gray eyes and shrink into your coat. Levi had gotten the two of you a weekend off to enjoy yourself this winter, Erwin about had Levi’s head but reluctantly agreed. You would be damned if you messed up this small vacation for Levi. You quickly nod and trudge through the thick snow to catch up with him. You shoot a small glance his way, taking in his sharp jawline, the soft curve of his lips, and the neutral look in his eye.
“I’m really glad we got the weekend together,” you whisper softly through the crunching snow. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in a solid month. Just the two of us.” Levi keeps his gaze forward but simply states, “I agree.” You can’t help but feel like you dampened the mood with your uneasiness to ice skate. You didn’t exactly tell Levi you couldn’t skate when he said you were leaving for a mini-vacation.
Both of you arrive at a small dock on the edge of the pond, and Levi sets your skates and a small backpack on the ground. You brush the snow from the bottom of your pants and reach to grab your skates with a shaky mitten. Levi catches a glimpse of this and hides the small smile on his lips. “Remember your laces need to be tight, otherwise you could roll your ankle if they are too loose.”
Your hand pauses as you grab them, a new fear etched into your head at Levi’s warning. You shrug it off and respond, “Oh yeah, I know that.” He rolls his eyes, then sits down and kicks his own black boots off, tugging on his gunmetal gray skates that match his eyes. You follow his movements, kicking off your warm black boots to the frigid around outside. You unconsciously shiver, and grab for your skates but realize you can’t lace them with your mitts on. You curse under your breath, pulling your mittens off and grabbing your skates as quick as you could.
The skates look like the most foreign object to you when you grab them, but you reluctantly pull them on and start to lace them. Your hands are so cold that you are struggling to lace the top, and Levi sees this. His glove-covered fingers appear in your vision as he helps pull your laces tight. You kiss him gently on the cheek as a thank you, and when you pull away his cheek is ever so pink. You couldn’t tell if it was the cold or you.
After you both have your skates on and are gloved up again, Levi helps you down from the dock onto the ice-covered pond. Looking out across the small body of water, gorgeous snow-engulfed pine trees encircle the round pond, while small bushes are totally covered, making them look like little snowmen.
Regaining your attention, you notice Levi has already made his way out to the middle and is skating over the ice so gracefully. You try to keep this memory in your head forever, the image of Levi with a beanie on, scarf trailing behind him, a small puff of air leaving his lips to freeze on the air in front of him.
You take your first step onto the ice and immediately start to regret it as your feet slip out from under you, but you regain your balance, arms flailing at your sides. Levi watches you with a genuine smile, one you rarely get to see. In his eyes, you looked like a small fawn trying to stand up for the first time.
“How’s it going, love?”, Levi chimes as he skids to a stop beside you. Your panicked eyes meet his and you see his gaze soften. “You can’t skate,” Levi states as if he knew it all along. You try to retaliate but when you open your mouth to defend yourself, your right skate turns a little and starts to slide away from you. You find yourself flailing again, but not for long. Levi grabs your hand and skates right in front of you, grabbing both of your hands and putting them around his neck.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath before murmuring, “I didn’t want to tell you because I thought it would ruin our trip. You looked so excited to come skating so I agreed.” You open your (colored) eyes to gaze directly into his silver orbs. He is scanning over your face, taking in your beauty.
Levi reaches up to your face with a gloved hand and says, “Thank you. But there are many other things we could have done together. But since we are here, you are learning to skate.” You groan while he lets out a gentle chuckle, the quiet noise sounding like heaven amidst the sounds of a small breeze and birds chirping.
Levi pulls on your waist, skating backward as if it were the most natural thing to him. Your skates wobble as your hands clasp around his scarf-clad neck, and you try your best to not lock your knees. “There you go,” Levi chides, “You’ve got this.” You swallow shakily, “Only because you have a hold of me.” He tugs you closer as he turns to head back across the expanse of the pond. “I’ll never let you go”, Levi murmurs to you, guiding you back over to the dock.
You both decide to take a little break, chatting about how Erwin is losing his mind, yelling at new cadets to pick up chores since two of his best officers were gone. “How long do you think it’ll take until Erwin locks himself in his room to be alone?”, you ask Levi, popping a piece of a granola bar into your mouth. Levi pauses for a second, “Give him until at least this afternoon.” You both look at each other and start to chuckle, picturing Erwin about to combust with all his duties.
Once you both have gotten a snack and some water, Levi pulls you up to your feet. “Alright, it’s all you now. You gotta show me you can do it all alone.” Your eyes widen and you start to shake your head. “No way I can do it alone! You were guiding me the whole time!” Levi replies, “I’ll be right next to you the whole time. You’ll be fine.”
Except you wouldn’t be fine. You managed to skate about a fourth of the pond by taking small steps, and Levi was pushing himself backward around you, making you dizzy with all the circles he did around you. Eyebrows narrowing, fists clenching, you decide you are going to prove to Levi that you could do it. You start to push off, and you are doing well. Your skates are gliding smoothly across the ice, and you feel pride swell in your chest.
*clink*
You feel your right skate catch on a small chip in the ice, and the ground starts looming closer toward you. Levi has made it to the other side of the lake, and can’t get there in time to catch you. You start to wail, “FFFFFFFFUUUUUUuuuuuu-” and then you crack into the ice. The air inside your lungs bursts out through your mouth, and suddenly you can’t breathe.
Levi calls you, “Y/N!!! Are you okay?!”, as he races toward you, ice flakes kicking up behind him from the power in his strides. You groan as you feel shocks reverberating up and down your arms and legs. A soft cough leaves your pink lips, and then, “I- I... I think so?” Levi’s face is full of worry as he rolls you onto your back. “That was quite the fall there, love. I was certain you had it under control.” You wince as you sit up, groaning out, “Yeah I thought I did too.”
Levi’s hand flies to your back to support you, and then his gaze drops to the ice under you, scanning for any cracks. “Fuck my head hurts,” you moan softly as a mitten goes up to your forehead. Levi grabs a hold of your face, scanning it over and then stopping on your left cheek. “Shit y/n, you cut your cheek. Let’s get you off the ice.”
He pulls you up slowly, careful to make sure you wouldn’t slip or faint. You grab onto his jacket tightly, letting him guide you to the dock where his pack was waiting. You sit on the edge of the dock while Levi pulls the strings off of his skates and then yours, changing your shoes back into the warmer and more comfortable black boots. He grabs your uninjured cheek gently and then dabs at the cut on the left side of your face gently with a small cloth from his pack.
You numbly sit there and let him take care of you, body aching and head throbbing. Levi finishes packing up your skates, tying them to his backpack so he can help you walk back to the cabin at the top of the pond. You stumble a few times up the hill, but Levi is ever so patient with you, catching you before you can fall again, then letting you rest when you got winded.
When you both make it up to the cabin, Levi stops you, and has you knock the snow off of your boots so you don’t trudge it inside. You grumble about how your head aches and you could care less if the water will ruin the seal on the floor, but you reluctantly agree. Levi lets you walk in first before locking the cabin door behind you two. Your eyes looked at the locked door and you cock an eyebrow. “Really? Way out here and you still lock the door?” Levi shrugs, “You can never be too sure.”
He hangs your skates in front of the now-lit fireplace to dry, and then sets his bag on the love seat before disappearing into the master bedroom. He returns with a pair of your leggings and socks, along with a soft grey sweatshirt of his that he rarely let you steal. “Get changed and I’ll heat you up some hot chocolate.”
“Thanks Levi,” you murmur as you grab the clothes from his hands, starting to pull off your wet snow pants. Once changed, you grab the hood of the sweatshirt and pull it over your head, taking a deep breath of what smells just like your handsome boyfriend in the kitchen.
He suddenly appears in your vision, a cup of hot chocolate in one hand, a cup of tea in the other. “Skootch over there love, yeah that’s it,” he says softly as he hands you your mug. You turn to face him, gazing at the strange way he drinks his tea.
“I love you,” you say after a minute or two of soft drinking sounds. He turns to face you with a confused look in his eye. “Why are you getting all mushy? I just dragged your sorry ass back up here before we both fell into that pond.” Your eyes fall to your hands, instantly guilty that you were a burden on his shoulders.
“You just always take care of me and then I’m always here ruining everything. It’s not fair to you.” Your heart feels heavy as you will the tears in your eyes to go away. Levi sets his cup of tea down before grabbing yours and doing the same. “Y/n,” he calls but you don’t look at him. “Y/n, I love you for who you are, and I love what we have together. Sure I have to clean up after you sometimes but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
You turn your eyes to his silver ones and you see the love on his hardened features. “I love what we have too,” you whisper, brushing a stray tear away from your cheek. Levi opens up his arms, inviting you in for a hug. Your arms reach around around his neck, and his hands find their place on your back and in your hair. Both of you sit their for a minute, enjoying each other’s presence.
When you pull away you press a loving kiss against he lips, and he kisses you back with just as much passion and love. You pull away and you open your (colored) orbs to see Levi looks at you intensely, suddenly serious. His gaze follows your left cheek to the cut that sits there and then he says, “Next time we go on a vacation, lets go somewhere that doesn’t have ice everywhere.”
#fic#levi ackerman#levi ackerman x reader#aot#attack on titan#my second fic#OOF THIS CUTE#i hope#ima simp for fluff#and im a HUGE CLUTZ#iceskating#hes so graceful
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Draco Malfoy - Detest
I walked aimlessly around the garden, brushing my hands over bushes and flowers. The sky was a light blue, the sun just peeping over the horizon before it dipped down completely. I came to a large fountain, a tall snake coming out the middle of the circular pond, water spouting out of its mouth.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” I turned around to see Draco standing where I had come from, hands deeply shoved in his pocket.
I rolled my eyes and sat on the edge. “A bit obvious, don’t you think?”
He chuckled and slowly began to stroll around the fountain. “Maybe, but still pretty.” He said. “Why aren’t you in the house?”
I straightened my back. “I detest this place,” I grumbled. “I only come here because my father makes me, I think he hopes I’ll join your side one day.”
Draco nodded along. “Do you think you will?”
“I’d rather die.”
“We could arrange that.”
My eyes narrowed on his before I got up, Draco following as I walked deeper into the garden. “Why aren’t you in the house?” I asked, stopping to admire a large rose bush.
He came up behind me, leaning across to gently touch the petals, chest brushing my back. “Fresh air,” he deeply breathed in, nose bumping the back of my head. “Particularly sweet today.”
“Don’t be a creep.” I scoffed as I moved on, walking along the cobbled path to a small gathering of trees.
“I’m not being a creep.” He defended, still following behind me. “So you wouldn’t join us?”
“I don’t know how else to say it.” I snapped. “I’d never join you.”
“I suppose you love Harry Potter and muggles then, do you?” He teasingly asked, rounding to stand in front of me, blocking my way.
I crossed my arms. “And what if I did?”
I kept still as he took two large steps, heading dipping down to peer into my eyes. “One night with me, Little Girl, and I’d make you forget about him soon enough.”
My mouth fell a little. “Y/N! Dear, where are you?”
I stumbled back at the sound of my fathers voice, hurrying past Draco and back to the house. He followed behind me again, humming a small in innocent tune as we went.
“Yes father?” I asked as I approached him on the grand steps outside the mansion.
“Dear, Lucius has kindly invited us to stay the night.” My father happily said, stroking my hair.
I groaned. “But father I don’t have anything to wear to bed.”
His fist tightened in my hair. “Did I ask if you wanted to stay?” He lowly asked.
I peered at my feet. “No.”
I was aware Draco was watching us. “Very well then.”
My father left, a blush creeping on my cheeks as I turned to look at Draco. Rather than a smirk I was expecting to see, he had a deep set frown on his face. He slowly climbed the stairs, his hand stroking the same part of hair my father had.
“I’m sure we have something you can wear.” He soothed.
I nodded and moved away, making my way into the mansion. Dinner was quiet, my father and Lucius talking up a storm as my mother and Narcissa were caught up in their own conversation. Draco didn’t speak to me much, simply watched me from the corner of his eye as I slowly ate the extravagant meal that had been prepared.
“Y/N,” Lucius grabbed my attention. “I’m sure a lovely girl like you had many men asking for her eyes.”
I cleared my throat. “I don’t pay attention to any of that.” I sweetly smiled.
He frowned. “Why?”
I shrugged and warily looked at my father. “There are more important things in this world than a man.”
I saw Draco smirk. “I’m sure you’ll change your mind when you meet the right person.” Lucius said. “My boy Draco here isn’t seeing anyone.”
“Nice.” I awkwardly said.
Lucius simply eyed the two of us with a small smile and went back to talking to my father. “He’s not wrong.” Draco whispered in my ear.
I turned to glare at him. “I’d rather date Lord Voldemort than you.” I snapped back.
Dracos eyes flicked down to my lips. “Sure.”
As soon as I was able to left the table, Kreatcher showing my room for the night. It was large, a fire place and four poster bed the most notable things in the room. There was a desk and chair, small sofa and expensive looking rug on the floor. It was cold and impersonal, no paintings or photos anywhere.
I sighed and sat on the bed. The door knocked. “Come in!”
My mother popped her head round. “You seemed quiet at dinner,” she noted, coming to sit beside me on the bed. “That horrible boy isn’t being nasty to you is he?”
I shook my head. “I just want to go home.”
She coaxed my hesd to rest on her shoulder, arm wrapping warmly around me. “I know, my lovely. We’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
“I hate it here.”
“You could make friends with that boy.” She suggested. “Might be less lonely.”
“I’d rather play in that fireplace than that.” I scoffed, to which she laughed.
“It’s only one night, you’ll survive.” A swift kiss on my forehead and she was gone.
I stayed tucked away most of the night, finding and interesting book on the history of witchcraft. Kreatcher came in to drop off an old looking nightgown. It was porcelain white and came to just above my knee, the silky material feeling nice against my skin. The sun had long set, my mother coming in again to bid me goodnight before shutting the door.
I waited a couple more hours before sneaking down the desalte hallway. I gazed up at the paintings of the Malfoy and Lestrange family. All of them looked cold and uninviting. I trembled as I looked at Bellatrix before quickly going down the stairs.
I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for as my bare feet padded across the hardwood floors, just anything to occupy the time until I could lay in my own bed. The halls seemed never ending as I wandered for what felt like hours, looking over old relics and paintings that scattered the house. I found myself back in the main dining room, gazing out of the floor to ceiling windows.
“Snooping, are we?” I jumped and turned to see Draco. He was only wearing pyjama bottoms slung low on his hips, broad chest out bare.
“I couldn’t sleep.” I mumbled back as I looked out the window again, gazing at the moon.
“Why’s that?” He strolled over to me.
“I don’t trust anyone in this house.” I shortly said back.
“Believe me, I know the feeling.” He was closer now, but I didn’t dare turn to see where he was.
I jumped as a hand landed on my waist, tugging me back into his body. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to have you alone?” He darkly whispered in my ear. “And not to mention in something to revealing.”
He daintly fiddled with the thin strap of the nightgown, inching it down my arm and sponging a kiss to my bare skin. My arms remained crossed over my chest as my breathing grew heavy.
“Do you want this?” He asked lowly in my ear. When I didn’t respond he nipped my lobe. “Answer when I speak to you.”
“Yes.” I sighed, mind cloudy from the lack of sleep and Dracos voice.
He spun me around and gently cupped my face, smiling down at me before pressing his lips to mine. My hands landed on his waist as his tongue dominated mine. He led us over to the table, pressing me against it and kissing down my neck.
“Get on the table.” He ordered.
I pulled myself up and blushed as he spread my thighs, standing between them.
He hummed in my ear, I frowned as he took a seat in front of me. “Lay back and put your feet on the table.”
I did as I was told and leant back, my legs still tightly pressed together. I gasped as he pried them apart, putting me on display for his.
“Good girl,” he hummed. “No underwear.”
He simply looked at me for a moment before slowly moving in, letting his hot breath fan over me. Small, chaste kisses were pressed against my thighs, his hands still holding them apart. His tongue darted out and wet the crease between my thighs and where I wanted him.
Suddenly, he licked a bold stripe up my centre. My hand clamped round my mouth as my eyes squeezed shut, desperately trying to contain my moans. Dracos skilful tongue lightly flicked over my bundle of nerves before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. My free hand moved down to gently tug his hair, bucking my hips up to meet his lips.
He moaned against me and pinched my thighs. “God you taste better than I imagined.” He pulled away and stood, peering down at me with a glint in his eye. “Sit up.”
I looped my arms around his neck as I kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. My hand skimmed down and rubbed over the tent that had formed in his trousers, Dracos low moan bouncing off of the walls.
“That’s is, take care of Daddy.” He said, pulling himself out and guiding my hand to stroke him.
I flicked my wrist slowly, looking at him. His eyes were squeezed closed, jaw tensing occasionally as he started to breath heavy. His hands were flexing on my waist, leaving deep indents in my skin. His eyes flicked open as his mouth gaped, lips slowly tugging into a smirk.
“I want to be inside you.” He growled, tugging my hand away.
He pulled me to the edge of the table, spreading my legs again. He pinned my arms above my head.
“Don’t move.” He warned.
I nodded and gasped as he sunk into me, moaning along with Draco. His hand came to wrap around my neck, ring offering something cool against my hot skin. My hands remained above my head, Draco moving his hips at a bruising pace.
“You like the way I fuck you, Little Girl?” He asked, squeezing my neck. I nodded. “This is my little cunt isn’t it? I get to abuse it whenever I want.”
“Daddy!” I moaned, hand breaking from where they were meant to be and wrapping around his forearm.
He chuckled darkly. “That’s it, let everyone know who your Daddy is.” He moaned. “Go on baby.”
“You’re my Daddy, Draco.” I sobbed.
“Fucking right I am.” He strained, wrapping his other hand around my neck as well. “I’m gonna cum inside you Little Girl, I’m gonna empty myself inside you.”
“Please.” I begged, his cock tipping me over the edge as I came with a small shout.
His hips stuttered, hands loosening around my neck as a deep groan left his lips. His mouth fell open as hot ropes of cum leaked into me, filling me up. He fell, head resting on my chest as he breathed deeply. My hands soothingly combed through his hair, his long arms wrapping around my middle and pulling me up to his chest.
“Merlin.” He whispered. “We definitely should have done that sooner.”
“Definitely.” I giggled.
He peered down at me with a smile, thumbs running over my lips. “Do you detest this house so much now?”
I blushed. “A certain someone made it better.”
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the sum beamed down not so harshly as the cool spring breeze blew around the beautiful park peacefully. children running around the playground set and some teenagers that you recognize from school socializing with one another, some making out on the benches but hey, you weren’t judging.
you sat down on the grass, up against a big tree- under the shade with all of your homework and folders spreadout, making sure to place your backpack on top so it won’t fly away. you had your hair up and in a ponytail so the locks wouldn’t get stuck onto your shiny lipgloss that covered your lips because it literally irked your soul when it happens.
you took a moment to give yourself a quick break, taking a sip of your chilled water, the cold liquid feeling amazing going down your throat. you looked over to see your bestfriend making small talk with her ultimate school girl crush, bucky. now everyone knows that the bucky barnes is a extreme ladies man. with one move or look he’ll have a girl swooning on their knees in no time... i mean who blames them? he’s hot as fuck, his long chestnut hair so beautifully laying right where he shoulder connects, and that little stubble? gosh...
now even though bucky is extremely attractive, he wasn’t really your type. yes, bucky is very well known in your school and a jock on top of that but he is just a all time gentleman. when you first came to stark high, you instantly thought he’ll be a dick— just like all of the jocks but... he’s the complete opposite. he always helped you when you dropped your books or being the clumsy shit you are, he even catches you when you're close to falling right on the ground. bucky was just a sweetheart but once again.. a ladies man. you just wanted the best of the best for your bestfriend but she knows what’s she’s getting into and that was completely fine with you.
you had stopped doing your homework when you felt and saw that the sun had disappear.
a tall (6’3 to be exact) very built, dirty blonde haired boy is standing right in front of you. you looked up to his face and went stone.
the boy apologized, holding a white sheet of paper in his calloused hand as he looked at you, “i’m so sorry but uhm, your paper flew away and i grabbed it for you... i hope that was fine” you heard him nervously speak.
you went to open your mouth it but quickly shutting it, then opening it again after you came up with words. “no that’s fine! thank you so much for doing that, i didn’t even see it. i am literally going to be dead if i don’t get all of this done” you chuckled, taking the paper from his hand gently as he held it out to you.
the boy did a quick look over at your work and smiled. “you’re in biology? i’m in the same hour as you, i did this already- i can help you if you want” he beams, a hopeful glint in his bright blue irises that you swore that sparkled.
you sent him a soft smile with a nod that eased his noticeably nerves, he took a seat on the blanket you had on the grass right next you. as he sat you turned your head to really look at him and wow... his face is literally something else, just beauty is all you could see when you look at him. but the confusion was evident in your face because he said he has the same biology hour as you and you’ll never in your life forget a face like his.
“what’s your name?” you ask him, his head snapped to yours answering your question.
“steve, steve rogers. what’s yours?” he asked back.
“y/n, y/n y/l/n.... how come i don’t see you around school? cause i’m pretty sure i’ll never or anyone would ever forget a face like yours” you unintentionally flirted, a cheeky grin spreading your across your lips a bit when you saw a pink-reddish hue paint his cheeks and the top of his ears. making him so much prettier than he already was.
“well um, i’m usually one of the quiet ones you know? i don’t really have any feelings about school whatsoever, i just go in do what i need to do and just walk right back out. never really socialize all that much with someone from school until now... with you- well bucky too but he isn’t the subject” steve explained, his full pink lips going between his pearly teeth, nibbling.
“i can so understand that, school can be a lot especially with of bunch of fucking people thinking their better than everyone... you know bucky?” you quipped after a moment, the both of you just sitting there against the tree peaceful and content just getting to know one another.
“yeah, he’s a childhood friend. knew that jerk all my life” steve held a nostalgic smile, slips of memories hitting him in one swift second. you looked up at him before tilting your head in question, “do you have any friends besides bucky?”
his eyes met yours, shaking his head with a hum. “nope, just bucky. it has always been like that” his tone held a bit of sadness as he spoke, but it also held conformation like he was cool and okay with it being that way.
“well, mr. rogers, you have just made a new friend” you playfully smirked, nudging his broad shoulder as steve met your eyes once more with a wide toothy grin, his anxious state instantly fading “well, miss. y/l/n, since your my friend how about we go and do some friend activities? that new carnival just opened up and i heard their funnel cakes are to die for” and he likes carnivals?? and he wants to take you?? funnel cakes? no, steve rogers is the one to die for.
“i’d love to go! that sounds so awesome- wait right now?” you interrupt your previous sentence, seeing steve putting all of your stuff back into the folders.
“yes”
“no, wait i don’t have any cash!”
“it’s on me, if that wasn’t obvious enough”
“okay you certified smartass what part of ‘im literally going to be dead if i don’t get this done’ did you not understand!” you pointed towards your work that steve was putting away.
“shhh” steve laughed loudly as he shushed you, putting your folders in your open backpack neatly, zipping up the bag before slinging it over his shoulder; walking backwards as he spoke to you, “who says no to funnel cakes? aliens” steve deadpanned with his arms out
“that makes no sense- hey wait up!” you shouted with a laugh when he took off towards the parking lot. you followed quickly behind him, steve slowed down and stopped at a motorcycle that you just prayed wasn’t his. you came to his side with wide eyes, “steve. i am not riding on a bike”
“oh come on, why not... scared?” he chuckled when he felt a light punch at his arm.
“i’m not scared” you defended, arms folding in front of your chest. he raise a brow, lifting the seat part of the bike; pulling out a helmet. “so what’s the problem?” steve teased, earning himself a eye roll.
“hey, if you don’t want to go it’s okay i promise, i just want you to be comfortable” his voiced turning from its teasing tone to a comforting one. you smiled at this before slowly taking the helmet out of his hands. “let’s go”
steve returned the smile before starting the engine, “just hold on to me and relax. you’ll be fine, i positivity promise, i’m good at this” steve informed, a soft beam on his face when he felt your arms wrapping around him.
“if you say so”
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A Christmas Heist Pt. III - Digging Deeper
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: another immense word count, some fluff, tension, implied smut (if you wince), and Brock being an ass again
A/N: Hello, everyone! Sorry for the massive delay on this mini-series! School and family just has been making updating so much harder, but I am happy to be getting the mojo back even if it is little! I am trying to get myself to post on the weekends so that way I can keep up my motivation to remain active on tumblr. Since I am slowly getting used to school, I would like to play around with my schedule to see if anything will work! This part is starting to have some more tensions and the mission is slowly starting to escalate! I hope you all enjoy! Happy reading!
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A Christmas Heist Masterlist
Request: “Bucky X reader where a Hydra agent dressed up as Santa and Bucky has to fight him, but the only way he can get close enough to “Santa” is dressing up as an elf. Thanks!”
You weren’t going to lie, this mission was a fun one to take part of. It’s been a couple of days, and it was quite funny to admit it was pretty fun and exhilarating. The places within the Apple Store that you three have rummaged through during these past few days are only making the options for where the hidden USB is more narrow. Besides the fact that you were after a hard drive that could possibly bring harm to many people if you didn’t retrieve it before the set date, you were happy that you were helping kids. However, this one would be a different one from the past few days. Your fellow co-worker, Daphne, brought in the next excited child to sit on Santa’s lap. It would be safe to say that from the viewpoint of the parent’s Mrs. Claus was doing most of the heavy lifting, for her husband was… focused on other things than Christmas.
“Alright. It’s break time for me. I’m going to the back. If we can’t find anything, I’ll see if I can get access to the lockers. Keep watch in case suspicious characters follow suit.” You hear Steve say into the comms. “You got it, punk. Be careful.” James responds back, eyeing Steve from his spot of the Toy Store. You and Steve make quick and subtle eye contact before he excuses himself.
“What’s your name?” You hear Brock say, unenthusiastically, forcing himself to rub the child’s back for comfort. “Brandon,” he replies, shyly biting down on his thumb. You tried hard to not let out a huff of frustration, for Brock clearly underestimated children and their ability to sense the energy of their surroundings. Like everyday you’ve worked here, you stepped in.
“Brandon! What do you want for Christmas?” You smile, reaching out your hand kindly as he shyly lets his small fingers wrap around your pointer finger. “Ummm… I want… I want a stuffed Mickey Mouse. Ummm… a puppy… and I… want… a big car! He finishes with growing excitement. “I want to drive in a car!” He giggles squeezing your finger as he starts to twist his upper body side to side. You couldn’t help the smile that grows on your face. “Oooh, just you wait, Brandon. You’ve been a good boy, I can tell.” An excited nod comes from the child. “Yes I am, Mrs. Claus! I’ve been nice this year!” You couldn’t help but laugh alongside the parents at the adorable nature of the kid. “He really has been. He’s been looking forward to seeing Santa and Mrs. Claus all year,” the mother remarks with a smile as she watches Brandon excitedly swing his arm with the hand that’s holding yours. “Ooh, then just you wait till you see the presents under the tree on Christmas, Brandon. I will make sure Santa puts a Mickey Mouse, puppy, and big car on his sleigh.” Brandon smiled from ear to ear, going up on his knees to reach over Santa’s seat to hug you. You gasped and giggled as you returned the hug, causing the parents to smile and take pictures of the lovely interaction. “Thank you, Mrs. Claus.” He replies with a cute smile before hugging Santa to thank him as well, only to receive a grunt from Santa’s end. “Time for pictures!” Daphne calls before she returns to the camera, counting down before the flash goes off, then another. The boy hops off excitedly, waving at you both as the parents whisk him away. Then you hear, “Rumlow, are you almost out yet? We have to discuss more of the Barracuda Project.” That wasn’t coming to your comm. “Yeah, yeah, in a bit, Agent Woodman. I’m still working.” You hear Rumlow grunt quietly into his comm. You had to do something. Steve was still in there.
“Thank you, Brandon!” you call out, nudging Brock slightly feigning innocence. Brock grunted from your nudge and followed suit. “Alright good job, guys. This was the last kid for the day. We’re free!” Daphne exclaims as she puts away the camera equipment. “Thank goodness, we’re done,” you smile, looking over at Rumlow, who was clearly in some hurry. You had to keep thinking fast. You watched Rumlow start to make his way towards the back of the bookstore. “State your status, Cap,” you say hurriedly into your comm.
“Still trying to look through the back room”
“How far back?”
“Quite far back.”
“Steve, you gotta get out of there ASAP. They’re planning to meet over there.”
“Stall Rumlow. I have to clean all this mess up.”
A groan leaves your lips as you swiftly walk towards the back, taking off your wig and glasses. You hated to do this. You plastered a smile to your face. “B-Brock?” You called innocently outside the employee’s men’s bathroom, causing Rumlow to open the door. Your eyes widened when you found him shirtless, still in his Santa slacks and boots. “O-oh, sorry. I-I’ll leave you-” You stutter, embarrassed, a bit of blush evident on your cheeks. A smug smirk starts to come on Brock’s face, cutting you off. “Oh, it’s not a problem, don’t worry, Mary or should I say…”
Oh no. Has he found out?
“Mrs. Claus?”
Phew.
You let out a bubbly giggle and a coy smile, waving your hand. “Oh, stop. It’s my job. Ummm. I don’t really know my locker in the back. I was wondering if you can… help me find it?” You ask in a coy manner, eyes purposely staring at Brock’s figure so he can catch you staring.
“Y/N, what-” Bucky whispers in the comm.
A smirk goes on Brock’s face once again, biting his lip. “Oh, yeah, no problem, Mary. Maybe I can show you a few more things, since you’re new. I can change into the rest of my clothing in the back anyways.” It worked. You let out another annoying bubbly giggle and nod. “I’d like that, Brock,” You respond back, innocently batting your eyelashes up at the burly man.
“Rumlow. Rumlow we are waiting-”
“Hold on, Mary, someone’s calling me.”
In no time, Rumlow closed the door and locked it. Allowing a breath that was held in to be held out.
“Status, Steve?” you whisper quietly, looking around to make sure no one was hearing you.
“Still cleaning. Keep stalling.” Fuck.
“Steve-”
“You kiddin’ me, punk? Hurry up. Y/N, sweetheart, what’s happening?”
“Buck, honey I got this, gotta go. Steve, I’ll try to give you 10 more minutes allowance max. You’re gonna pay for this.”
“Y/N-”
You yanked your comm and turned it off, placing it in one of the deeper pockets of your Mrs. Claus skirt, right on time when Rumlow walks out, still topless with a smug smile on his face. “Sorry about that, sweetheart (yuck). Here lemme show you what the back looks like.” He says, walking ahead as you follow behind in. You eye his pants, you heard a little jiggling from his pants. Keys. You peeped to the side to see that indeed, you were right. You had to keep this cover up to be able to get those keys without suspicion. You kept biting your lip for Brock to see your “interest”, taking your set of your fake set of keys from your duffle bag and swooshing them around. You passed a few shelves before landing on the lockers. “Here, Mary, is your locker. You can feel free to leave your costumes here and your stuff-” Yeah, that’s it keep talking. Just keep batting your eyelashes at him, Y/N. Steve better get out of there quickly. “And yeah. That’s it. You understood that?” Rumlow questions, taking you out of your thoughts. “O-Oh, thank you. I’m just going to put my bag up here, then.” You say, nodding. His eyes were still on you as you made your way in front of him.
“Scanning the back area to approve clearance of the meeting place.” Oh no, Steve.
If only you didn’t get to have such good hearing, the comm interactions between the Hydra agents wouldn’t worry you so much. You had to keep going. You dropped your duffle bag (rather loudly) on the floor. “Oops! Sorry, about that,” You say, bending down to retrieve your duffle, making it a point to put your hand on his thigh for stability. You knew this ought to have worked.
Brock couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to your hands and your bent figure. Oh, that comm was way past him now. You were so beautiful and attractive. It would be very nice to show off a girl like you next to a man like himself, right? Maybe, just maybe, he can get that asshole George to stay away from being the “defender of women”. No need to because you’re clearly attracted to him right? He might as well.
His hands slowly helped you back up and put the duffle in the locker, catching your eyes looking up at his. If only you knew how he loved the innocence radiating off of your face alone. “B-Brock?” You manage to choke out.
“Back room is cl- wait. I think I’m seeing something,” Woodman says into Brock’s comm. Your trip on your own two feet and stumble a bit before Rumlow catches you, hands on your waist, face much closer to yours. “Rumlow. We may have an intru-”
“Mary!” This George the “woman’s defender” calls, footsteps approaching to where you are. He sees the elf at the corner of his eye. Oh this is sweet. Maybe George can leave his pursuit of you alone this time.
“There is an intruder. Checking to see-”
“Mary-”
SMACK. Brock pressed his lips to yours causing your eyes to widen in surprise. Think fast, Y/N. Think fast. You played with the game, letting yourself close your eyes as you kissed him back in feigned surprise. He did nothing but deepen this kiss, ignoring the messages going into his comms. You just knew your boyfriend looked like he was fuming. You allowed one of your hands to guide one of his hands from your waist, placing them on your hair, wrapping your leg around his waist. You can tell he was enjoying this. If you timed, this perfectly, you can be closer to completing this retrieval mission. You initiated a deeper kiss, satisfied when Brock follows suit.
3, 2, 1.
You let your set of keys drop from your hands to get a believable shock factor, letting the fall of the keys give you time allowance to quickly reach into his loose Santa pocket.
CLAM!
Your set of keys dropped on the floor, echoing the same time as you swiftly yank out Brock’s keys, tightly clenching them to prevent noises. Your hips start to buck, smirking as Brock let out a low groan and clinging onto your form and hair tighter. You allowed Rumlow to let his tongue dance in your mouth. You let him touch and kiss, for unknown to his knowledge, you extended your free hand, you and Bucky having a silent exchange before he leaves with a huff. Rumlow smirks and pulls away when he hears Bucky walk away, his want and lust evident in his eyes. “Didn’t know you wanted me in that way, Mary. Should have told me sooner so I could do more.”
“False alarm. Checked the suspect and saw it was just another Apple employee. Meeting will take place when you arrive.”
A smirk goes on your face as you unwrap your leg, bending down to pick up your keys. “Hmm, well maybe I like this game that we have here and we can see where we land. Say, why don’t I help you change, hm? So I can look at you a bit more before you leave your shift.” You suggest, brows raised with a sultry stare to feign infatuation. Brock was a busy man, but with what you had to offer? Maybe he can make some room.
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A few minutes later, Rumlow walked out with his backpack in his casual clothes, sending a smirk to Bucky’s way as he fixed the toys on his shelf. Bucky scoffed, watching this good for nothing agent leave the facility. He saw you coming in another minute later, back in your Jovie get up with a smug smile on your face. His eyebrows furrowed and he huffed, at least satisfied that your comm was back again to your ear, hidden under your hair. “I hated going through that.” You groaned, helping him organize the toys. “Did you both do more than what I saw?” He asked in a low tone. “Other than taking off his Santa pants? Nothing really. I took it off so he wouldn’t know it’s missing. Made sure no suspicions were raised too.” You noticed Bucky quietly pouting as he attended to work. You would have laughed at his tight clad figure with his pointy shoes, but you genuinely felt bad. “What’s wrong Buck?” You ask a bit nervously. “Hated watching you get kissed by that guy. But you sure do know how to fool these guys,” He pouts, jiggling Rumlow’s keys that were in his pocket. You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head.
“Trust me, it wasn’t as disgusting as you think it was.”
“Nice thing to tell me Y/N as if I-”
“He’s way worse, Buck.”
“...I’m still better?”
“Of course, he is out of the question when I have you.”
“I get that’s the usual tactic for most missions, but I still think you should owe me a bit of consolation for seeing that.”
“Maybe we can dedicate tonight to do whatever you’d like.”
A chuckle and smirk finally adorn Bucky’s face.
“Well best be prepared, sugar, because I’m taking full advantage of that.”
“Y/N, Buck, I’m in this comm too you know, geez let the old grandpa breathe.” Steve groans in disgust, causing you both to laugh as you finished your shifts.
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Part 4: A Plan Unfolds
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Little bird (Agatha x Vampire!reader) part 5
Warnings: angst, violence?
“Get your ass down here Y/N!” Agatha’s voice came under you and you sighed, jumping from the tree you were hiding in and landing in front of her. She crossed her arms and frowned.
“What’s the matter, little bird?” you asked, crossing your arms too.
“Don’t little bird me, Y/N!” She growled “I can’t believe you would do something this stupid”
“I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life, you’ll have to be more specific”
“THE BLOOD, Y/N, THE FUCKING BLOOD!!!”
Oh...That. Upps.
You sighed and knew she had all the right to be mad at you. You had a little fight with some men a few hours ago, nothing you couldn’t handle, but you forgot to clean after yourself and some of the blood was still on your clothes. Yeah...that was probably stupid, especially when there were hunters after you.
“I’m sorry ok? I’ll burn my clothes” you said and walked to the house.
“Don’t you dare to walk away Y/L/N” Agatha yelled and you felt your own anger blooming on your chest “We both know this isn’t about your clothes! You shouldn’t have been there in the first place!”
“I had to!” You yelled back, turning to her with fire in your eyes “You know i had to!”
“No you didn’t! You didn’t have anything to do there! You’re just a selfish little princess that doesn’t care for others!” she said and you saw her tears rolling down her face. She was scared “They could have seen you! They could have killed you! Did you even think about it? Did you even think about me?!”
“It could have been my family, Agatha! I had to be sure!”
“I am your family too!”
You felt your own tears rolling down your cheeks. She was right. She was your family, your real family. She was the one who had seen through your walls, the only one who had stayed, without thinking that you were a monster. She was the one you told your secrets to, the one who hugged you when you needed it, the one who woke up every morning with you. She was your everything. She had been with you through thick and thin for the last hundred years.
Wow. One hundred years already? You didn't even notice when they passed, although for an immoral being like you, they weren’t much. But a hundred years? Have you been in love with this damn stubborn and fucking beautiful witch for a hundred years?! Yes, you have.
A hundred years ... a hundred years in which she had done nothing but show you that she loved you (and also caused chaos together, but who cares?). You had been feeding on her blood for a hundred years! And she had never complained (okay, to be fair, it seemed like she was the one who needed it the most, but this was no time to think about your girlfriend's fetishes). You really owed her a lot.
“I’m sorry” you whispered again “But i had to”
“That’s bullshit and you know it!” She yelled “They’ve never been here! They never cared for you Y/N! I DO!”
“It doesn’t mean i don’t care for them!” you yelled back
“Why would you?! You said it yourself! You don’t need them!”
You really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. Not after what you saw tonight. So you just turned and walked to the house again, ignoring Agatha’s words as she followed you to your room. You knew she was scared and mad and that everything she was saying was just her way to deal with the emotions, so you’d let her be for now. Until she crossed the line.
“Those monsters deserved it” she yelled, but regretted it immediately.
You stopped on your tracks and stood still for a moment. No, no she didn’t just say that. Memories of the fire, the children and screams came to your mind and you lost it. You pushed her against the wall roughly, the e/c of your eyes being quickly swallowed by a blood red, your fangs longer than normal and your voice was deeper. Agatha gasped and tried to pull away from you, but your grip was strong and taking her face firmly, you forced her to look at you.
"Those what, my love? Can you repeat it for me?" you asked coldly
"Y/N, I’m sorry, I-"
"You what little bird? You didn't mean it? You didn't want to say that?" you interrupted her, digging your nails into her cheeks "It's not 1692 anymore, Agatha, the witch trials are over, but the vampire trials are just beginning. And every night, one of my people dies at the stake, just like your people did a hundred years ago. Every night, someone, man, woman, boy, girl, old man or old woman, is burned alive. Those who are lucky are taken directly to the stake, those who are not, are tortured first, until they’re begging for death.Your hearing is not as developed as mine, love, so let me tell you, that every night, I hear someone's screams. Every night I hear pleas and prayers that nobody cares about, and for the last months since the hunt began, I have gone to sleep expecting to hear the cries of my father, my mother or my siblings" you said, with tears running down your cheeks.
"Weren't you the one who said that the witch trials were an injustice? That people simply feared what they didn't understand and that that didn't make witches monsters? That they were just people? Well, let me tell you, little bird, that those children who died today, without the consolation of a mother or the protection of a father, under the insensitive eyes of the hunters, they were people too, just like you and me" you stopped for a moment, to look at the tears of your girlfriend and her way her eyes were filled with guilt and fear "Do you want to know what the difference is? That no witch showed up to save them, Aggie. Nobody came” you said, referring to the night you two met. “But what would I know, I'm not a person, am I, love? I'm a monster too, right?"
Agatha couldn't find her words as she looked into your eyes that weren’t human anymore. They were completely black and only a small red dot could be seen on them. She had never seen you like this, and she was terrified to think it was her fault.
You felt the fear emanating from her and that ended up breaking you.
"See? I told you that one day you would fear me too" you whispered, finally letting her go. The witch dropped to her knees, burying her face in her hands and crying inconsolably. But you had neither the time nor the desire to comfort her.
You turned around and left her house, leaving her there alone.
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Days passed and Agatha was starting to freak out. You hadn’t come since that night and didn’t even let her know if you were safe. The witch couldn't help but panic, what if you had been captured? What if you were running away? What if they were torturing you? What if you were already dead?
That last thought was the one that had settled the most in her mind, forcing her to sneak into town every night, praying that the pile of ashes still engulfed in fire, in the midst of the people, was not you. Every night, she walked with her heart broken, hoping it wasn't your turn at the stake. And each time, she would come home dragging her feet, hoping to find you in there, safe and sound. But it never happened.
And she didn't know how much her heart could take before breaking.
That night, it wasn't you who was tied to the pole either, and Agatha was grateful for that. But she couldn't help but remember your words and the wave of guilt that came with them each time, as she looked at the old woman tied up in the middle of town.
"Please! I didn't do anything!" she yelled at the crowd, but no one was fazed. "Please sir, please! Don’t do this! I have children waiting for me! They need me!"
Agatha gasped in horror as one of the men approached the old woman with a sack and a horrible smirk. The man emptied the contents of the sack in front of her and the cries of pain from the woman were enough for the witch to run away from there, with tears in her eyes. Chunks of charred bones, probably from the children you saw die the night you left.
No witch showed up to save them, Aggie. Nobody came.
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Two weeks later, Agatha heard the front door open, causing her to jump out of bed. Did they find her? Had the hunters discovered that there was a witch here?
A small part of her wanted to believe it was you. But she had already waited almost a month for you to come back and she didn't want to break her heart more. You needed her blood, she knew it, and that worried her more. Maybe you were starving, maybe you were weak because of it.
Tip-toeing out of the bedroom, she stepped into the dark hallway, her hands glowing with purple magic, ready to defend herself if necessary. She then heard it.
"Birdie"
It was barely a whisper, but it was enough for the witch to start crying and run to the entrance.
There you were, on your knees, wet, with scrapes and bruises, weak and with blood still coming from your wounds. But you were alive. Alive and at home.
"Y/N" Agatha gasped and ran to your side, quickly taking you in her arms.
You sobbed when you looked up and saw her blue eyes filled with concern and love. You had spent the first few days angry with her, but afterwards, you thought that she was the one who should be angry with you, and with all rights. You had abandoned her. And you didn't think you would be welcome again. That and you really couldn’t come back sooner, not without risking Agatha’s life or-
“Y/N?”
"I'm sorry" you whispered.
She didn't say anything, she just took your face in her hands and kissed you deeply, putting all the emotions that you both had bottled up. Fear, anger, despair, relief, and love. Everything was a fuzzy swirl, but you didn't care. You were at home, with the love of your life, and you had been forgiven.
“Aggie, I- I have something to tell you” you said after you broke the kiss.
“Shh, it’s ok, we don’t need to talk right now, dear” she assured you and caressed your cheek.
“You don’t understand, little bird, I need you to know where i have been and why i didn’t come back sooner”
“Y/N, really, there will be time for that later”
You wanted to argue, but then a cry made you both look at the little bundle you had left on the floor when you arrived. Agatha didn’t pay much attention to it at first, too busy hugging you and enjoying the fact that you were back. But maybe, she should have.
“Y/N?” she asked and you carefully took the bundle in your arms. The witch took a look closer and gasped.
“I couldn’t let her die, Aggie” you sobbed “I couldn’t”
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Not Alone - Peter Rumancek (Hemlock Grove) Part 1 of 2
*shrug* I was bored
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"Y/n! Y/N! Get the fuck back here!"
You ignored your father's shouting and kept running, as far away as you could not knowing where you were going. And until you didn't recognize where you were.
You eventually stopped running, leaning your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath.
After you caught your breath, you looked around and only saw trees. Miles and miles of trees.
You sighed heavily, frustrated that you didn't pay attention to your surroundings. But you couldn't help it, you just kinda blacked out once you got hyped up on fear that your father instilled in you.
After being called useless one too many times, you finally got the courage to defend yourself, but all that did was get you a smack in the face.
So you ran, and now…you were fucking lost.
You just walked through the dense forest, hoping that you'd reach a clearing eventually. But after walking for what felt like an hour, you started to lose hope.
You hated the woods, and of course out of any direction, you had to run towards the woods. Hearing all the breaking of branches and animal noises really didn't help. The only real light you had was the light from the full moon.
You've always been easily spooked, so it was no surprise to you when you almost screamed when you heard the muffled thumps of what sounded like footsteps.
You turned to look every which way, but it was so dark that all you could see were shadows.
The footsteps kept getting closer and closer, and you felt more and more helpless.
"Hello?" You shouted out, a stupid idea really but you didn't know what else to do.
Suddenly, you heard growling. You quickly turned around only to be thrown to the ground, pinned down by an unknown creature.
You quickly came back to reality to see who or what your attacker was.
You were face to face with a large black wolf. You tried you push it off, but the creature was so heavy. It's breath was heavy on your face, looking down on you, almost seeming angry.
You started to cry. You weren't ready to die, you had so much to experience in the world. You didn't wanna be mauled to death by this dumb animal who didn't know any better, yet here you were.
Another stupid idea you had was to beg for your life, although you knew the animal wouldn't understand. And yet, "please don't. I don't wanna die." You muttered out, already trying to accept death.
The wolf suddenly stopped growling and got off you, almost like it actually understood you. But you were grateful anyway.
You sat up and scooted away, wide eyed at the creature that could kill you. A sudden pain in your upper arm made you hiss. You looked to see claw marks, bleeding. "At least I'm not dead…yet." You chuckled breathlessly.
You looked back at the wolf who was watching you intensely, you noticed he kept looking back at your arm, like he was regretful. "It'll heal." You voiced, then laughed. "Ugh, why I am talking to you like you can understand. I must be going crazy."
The wolf whimpered.
"If I stand up, you're not gonna kill me right?"
The wolf backed away a few steps, bowing his head slightly.
You carefully stood up, still aware that this was a wild animal that you did not want to spook. You looked around once more, unable to get your bearings. "If only wolves could navigate, then I'd be all set." You joked.
The wolf only tilted in head in confusion.
"I ran into the woods, without really paying attention to where I was going. Of course, now I'm lost. Fuck me." You groaned and sighed. "I'm probably gonna die here. Great. Maybe it would've been better if you had killed me, wolf friend."
The wolf suddenly walked towards you, making you step back cautiously. The wolf stopped, it then lowered itself to the ground and slowly crawled to you.
It was like it was trying to gain your trust, it made you feel weird. Why would an animal do this?
The wolf slowly stood up, lifting up his head and started to lick your hand. "Well, I'm not sure if you're apologizing or just tasting before you dine. Either way, it's cute."
The wolf bit onto your long sleeve gently, pulling you in a direction. "God, this is weird. I'm actually letting a dog drag me to who the fuck knows."
Eventually, the wolf let go of your sleeve and kept walking, assuming that you'd follow him. You did. You had no idea where to go anyways, so why not follow a wolf?
After a few minutes of following after the wolf, you legs started to ache. The wolf would occasionally look back to see if you were still following.
It was kind of like a leap of faith, following after an animal that seemed like it had some sort of intelligence. "If I wasn't as smart as I am, I would actually believe you could understand everything that's happened tonight." You chuckled softly.
The wolf suddenly stopped, and you were afraid that your luck had finally run out.
The wolf upturned it's head. You followed it's gaze, it was looking at the moon that was going down. You didn't bring your phone with you, but you figured it was almost sunrise.
The wolf turned to you and started to whimper. You furrowed your brows when it didn't pounce on you like thought it would, but instead, it kept whimpering.
"What's wrong, bud?" You asked softly.
The wolf started to lower itself to the forest floor. You had no idea what was happening. The wolf then laid on its side.
"Oh, no, no. You're not dying, are you?" You asked nervously. "I need you to get me out of this damn forest!" You kneeled beside the animal, seeing that it was closing it's eyes. "Damn it, bud. I was starting to get emotionally attached."
You didn't know what to do now that your buddy as taken the forever nap. You just decided to sit there, your back to the wolf. You thought that it would just be easier to find your way out of the woods when the sun came up.
You didn't expect to fall asleep, but you did. The one thing that woke you up was suddenly hearing fleshy noises from behind you, that scared you enough to wake up.
You stood up and backed away from the wolf, who you realized was the culprit of those noises.
You mouth was agape as you watched piece after piece of the wolf come apart. "What the fuck?" You almost screamed when you saw a human come out of the wolf. "I must be tripping balls…" You muttered, slowly walking towards the human.
The closer you got, the closer you recognized who the naked human was. "Peter?"
The boy suddenly opened his eyes and bolted upright, looking around frantically before landing his eyes on you. "…what…the…fuck…"
Peter smiled nervously. "I, uh…I can explain."
"Uh, yeah. Please explain why you were just a fuckin wolf and now you're not! What the fuck?!" You rambled, starting to hyperventilate.
Peter stood up and walked over to you when he saw you were starting to freak out. He out his hands in your shoulders, trying to steady you. "Hey, hey, hey, Y/N. Chill out, okay. Deep breaths, come on." He spoke softly.
You took many deep breaths, hoping you that you were just dreaming somehow. But after a couple minutes, you finally calmed down. You definitely weren't dreaming.
You started to blush furiously when you briefly glanced down. "Oh my god, you're naked."
Peter chuckled. "You just noticed this?"
"Sorry, I guess I was too busy noticing you coming out of a fucking wolf."
"Well, come on. My house isn't that far away." Peter said, taking your hand and pulling you along with him.
"Uh, wait." You said, taking off your jacket and handing it over to the Rumancek boy. "Don't want your dick to get hypothermia." You joked, chuckling.
Peter chuckled and nodded gratefully. "Right. Thanks." He grabbed the jacket and wrapped it around himself.
"So, do you like remember everything when you were a wolf?" You asked.
Peter sighed. "Here come the questions." He mumbled under his breath. "Yup. Everything."
"Oh." You whispered.
"What were you doing out here anyway, huh?" Peter asked.
"Oh, uh. I told you…just ran into the woods." You tried to deflect.
"Nobody runs into the woods without a reason."
You sighed. "I…I was running away from my dad. He's not a nice man. That's all I'll say."
Peter turned to look at you briefly, but turned back. "Oh." Is all Peter said.
"Have you always been a wolf?"
"Enough with the questions." Peter snapped.
It only took a few more minutes to get to Peter's rundown single wide trailer. He took a table cloth off and wrapped it around himself, handing you back your jacket.
"Well, thanks for getting me out of the woods." You said, getting Peter's attention. "I can find my way home from here. Or…to an urgent care." You chuckled.
Peter sighed. "You can't."
You raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Please, just stay here for today. There's...a lot to talk about now."
"If you're worried about me telling someone, I won't. I promise. I'm no snitch."
Peter sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "It's not that!" He snapped, making you flinch. "Just come in. Lynda will patch you up."
You sighed. "Fine."
Upon entering his home, you saw Peter’s mother sitting on the couch. "Peter, who's this?" Lynda asked nervously.
"This is Y/N. She was in the woods. I thought she could be…you know. I…scratched her." Peter told her.
Lynda suddenly was wearing a face of deep concern. "It was just a scratch, Ms. Rumancek! It's not too bad." You voiced.
"You scratched her?" Lynda asked, a bit too loud.
You started to get nervous. "Jesus, guys, it's just a flesh wound."
Everyone in the room seemed to sigh in unison.
"Okay, can someone explain what the hell is going on?!" You yelled.
Lynda walked up to you. "Why don't you sit down, dear." She suggested. Her tone was sweet enough to persuade you. "Peter, get dressed please." She ordered.
After a minute later, Peter came back in some sweats and sat next to you, making you even more agitated. "Okay, now that everyone's here…please fuckin explain." You huffed.
"When I was out there," Peter started, “I caught the scent of something bad. I followed it, and it lead me to you. The scent was so close. I thought it must’ve been you. But when I...attacked you...the scent started to go away.”
"So, you attacked me for no reason...okay. That's fucked up."
"So, the reason I asked you to stay was…" Peter sighed.
"Tell her, Peter." Lynda said.
"I don't know how well you know about werewolves, but usually, it's said that if a wolf scratched you…you'd turn into one."
You gasped, unable to speak. There's no way. There's just no way. So you laughed, making everyone confused. "Nice prank. You almost got me there."
"This isn't some joke, Y/N. You saw me out in those woods." Peter said angrily, Lynda putting her hand on his arm to try and calm him.
"We just wanna help you now, Y/N." Peter sighed.
After giving it some thought, you decided. "You guys are fucking crazy. No way I'm stuck turning into an animal my whole life." You stood up and walked to the door. "You're secret is safe with me, Peter, but that is it. Sorry…"
You made sure to slam the door on your way out.
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Won’t You Stay (Part 11)
Summary: The reader has a very long day but knowing Jensen is there for her helps her through it...
Masterlist
Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader
Word Count: 5,000ish
Warnings: language, angst, implied past domestic abuse, implied body issues
A/N: Please enjoy!
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You hated to admit it but you felt better with a few more hours of sleep in you and Jensen drove the two of you into work, everything already going from the looks of it.
“Y/N,” said Mark as you walked onto the lot with Jensen. “Morning Jensen. Hey so we got your dad’s call. We pushed everything back an hour and cut the budget meeting. How’s your grandpa doing?”
“Uh, better,” you said, forcing a smile.
“Ethan said there was a family emergency and you were trying to come in. Family comes first kid, remember that,” said Mark. “We’ll work an hour late today. It’s not a big deal.”
“I will remember that,” you said, Jensen shrugging as he headed towards his trailer. “How are we doing on set up?”
“Almost done. Your dad said he should be here soon,” he said. “I did debrief this morning with the crew so we’re pretty close to being ready to film, maybe thirty minutes so the boys can do a quick wardrobe change and eat breakfast in the hair and make up chairs.”
“Sounds good. I’ll meet you on set in a few,” you said. You grabbed some coffee from craft services and a quick plate of eggs, finding yourself on the sound stage and fixing a few things before you were getting tapped on the shoulder.
“Playing hooky this morning?” teased your dad quietly. You shook your head. “Yeah, that’s what Jensen said. Here.”
He held out a small card to you and you shut your eyes.
“Dad-”
“Talk to someone about Logan. Jensen is concerned even if he doesn’t know what it’s about and I have a feeling you’ll give in to him one way or the other,” he said.
“I can’t go to your therapist,” you mumbled.
“It’s a whole practice. Dr. Miller has a son who is practicing now. Maybe you’d want to talk to him. Just go once. Maybe once is all you need. Trust me. It’s not as hard if you get some guidance,” he said.
“I’ll think about it,” you said. “I’m not promising to go.”
“It’s all I ask. Also, I may round up Logan with Jensen and we can beat the shit out of him together. I really like the new boyfriend by the way,” he said.
“Dad. I don’t need anyone to defend my honor. Also, grandpa’s alright, right?” you asked.
“Of course. I learned that one from him. Don’t tell grandma. Or mom,” he said. You smiled and nodded. “Alright boss. Put us to work.”
“Jensen, could you try that again with a little more…” you said a few hours later, resting your cheek in your palm. “What’s the word I’m looking for?”
“Menacing?” he asked.
“Yeah. Scare the shit out of Molly. You okay with trying that Bri?” you asked.
“Yeah, sure thing,” she said, giving a thumbs up. It was her first day on the set and you could tell she was nervous. More than nervous. You’d had to give her a pep talk to even get out in front of the camera.
“She’s a bit fresh,” mumbled AJ, your first AD. “We don’t even have anything usable.”
“Give her a chance,” you said.
“I could do a better job,” he mumbled. “And I haven’t acted since third grade. She only had the job because she was dating that Gil guy.”
“Dude. I get it,” you said. “Reset! Action!”
“Who are you?” growled Jensen, grabbing Bri by the arms and throwing her back against a wall. “Who!”
She stared at him a little too long and you sighed, Jensen cocking his head.
“Bri, your line,” he said.
“Fucks sake,” you mumbled. “AJ I am this close to putting you in a wig.”
“Sorry,” said Bri as Jensen walked back to his mark.
“Reset! Action!” you shouted.
“Who are you?” said Jensen, doing the same movements and pushing Bri back. “Who?”
“Molly,” she said, as if she were introducing herself at a freaking pep rally.
“Someone up there help us,” groaned AJ beside you.
“Stop,” you called, Jensen giving you a look when you wandered onto set. “Bri, not so excited and happy. Jensen is scaring the shit out of you. Act like the shit is being scared out of you.”
“Okay but when Gil was doing this, this scene wasn’t in there,” she said.
“The scene was always there,” you said, doing your best to keep a friendly face. “It doesn’t matter. Watch me. Jensen, I’ll do Molly’s lines, you just act.”
“Got it,” he said, Molly going off to the side.
“AJ, call it for me,” you said.
“Action!” he said.
“Who are you?” growled Jensen, moving you back against the wall. “Who?”
“Molly,” you grit out, nearly kneeing him before he acted like it hit its mark and he bent over. You went past him, pushing on his shoulder and stealing the gun tucked away in the back of his pants. He panted as he righted himself and you pointed the gun at him. “Your turn.”
“Brad.”
“Try again,” you said, cocking the gun. He was quiet and you narrowed your eyes, jumping when you felt a hand over your mouth and the other knock the gun away.
“Don’t let pretty girls get the better of you,” said your dad. You breathed hard under the hand, nearly breaking out of the hold before Jensen picked up the gun and you were pinned back.
“So, Molly,” said Jensen, pointing the gun at you. “Tell me how you knew James or I will pull the trigger. Now.”
Your dad moved his hand away and you stared at Jensen, taking a deep breath.
“Talk,” said your dad.
“I don’t think-“ you said, Jensen grabbing your throat lightly but surely making his grip seem something fierce. You whimpered and he smiled.
“I think we said talk. Now.”
“Cut!” said AJ. Both their hands fell away and you glanced over to behind the cameras.
“Something like that Bri. Be afraid but sassy. You know, be...” you said, walking out and throwing up your hands. “Where the fuck did she go?”
“I’ll go find her,” said AJ.
“Well hurry. Not like she’s in every scene today,” you mumbled. You ran your hands over your face, Jensen coming over and rubbing your shoulders.
“You’re really good,” said Jensen. “You ever act?”
“Not since she did drama club in high school,” said your dad. “She was tree number three. I was so proud.”
“You’re an ass,” you said, giving him a smile. “And I can’t act. I know this story is all. Also where is my actor?”
“Hey so,” said AJ, walking back on set. “Bri kinda decided to quit since she can’t work with Gil anymore.”
“Fuck,” you groaned, throwing your head back. “So we need a new actress yesterday. Great.”
“Y/N,” said your dad. He waved you to follow him and he went back behind the monitors. “Run back that last take we did with Y/N standing in.”
“Why?” you asked.
“Just watch,” he said. You sat back in your chair and pulled on your headphones, a few people crowding around to watch the replay.
“How many scenes is Molly in?” asked AJ.
“Twenty something. She’s only set to film the next three weeks. We could-“ said Mark.
“We definitely could,” said AJ. “Let’s call up to casting.”
“Whoa, last I checked, I’m in charge and can someone explain what is going on?” you asked.
“They want you to play Molly, sweetie,” said your dad. You went wide eyed and shook your head.
“I can’t act!” you said.
“You were damn good,” said AJ. “You and Jensen especially.”
“Everyone slow down,” you said. “I am not an actor. Call casting, now, and see about who didn’t make the cut the first time. In the meantime, everyone is going to calm down, we are going to go film a few montage shots of Lyle and Hale so we don’t lose the time and I need Mark to handle directing for a few hours. Everyone got that?”
“Alright. You’re the boss,” said AJ, he and Mark taking off.
“Y/N,” said your dad, catching your arm before you could leave. “You could do this. I’m serious.”
“Dad. How am I supposed to direct if I’m in it? I’ll find some girls, bring them in for test reads during lunch and one of them will be a fit. I guarantee it.”
“How’s Jensen’s chemistry read going?” you asked three hours later with a mouth full of a chicken salad wrap.
“Oh. Lovely,” said your dad. You glanced at a monitor, Jensen and the girl seeming to have a heated argument even if you couldn’t hear it. “Casting brought down his ex so this is going very maturely.”
“Jensen,” you said, speaking into a headset. “Please come over to the monitor tent.”
You groaned as you ripped the headset off. He must have sprinted with how quickly he turned up.
“I am not working with her,” said Jensen to the team reviewing the footage, an angry look on his face. “I’m not.”
“She’s available,” said AJ. “Right age. She’s a little stiff but we can work on that.”
“I’m not a good enough actor to pretend I can stand to be in the same room as her let alone play a love interest,” he said.
“Well you’re gonna have to suck it up. She’s the best fit we got right now,” said Mark. Jensen threw his head back and sighed.
“Give me and Jensen ten,” you said, grabbing his hand and leading him outside. “You really can’t work with your ex?”
“That’s the one that said the stuff on TV,” he said quietly.
“I get that you’re mad but something else happened there,” you said.
“It did,” he said. You stared at him and nodded.
“Okay then,” you said as you headed back to the tent.
“What’s that mean?” he asked.
“It means that my next few weeks around here are going to be even more of a nightmare,” you said with a smile. “I’ll do it but only because it’s you.”
“Y/N. You don’t have to-“
“I want to. This goes both ways, Ackles,” you said. “I got this.”
“Y/N,” growled your dad late that night. “Stop checking every take. These guys have been doing this for years. Delegate a little.”
“Someone’s cranky,” you shot back as you went back to your mark. “I’m supposed to direct.”
“Always has to be a little perfectionist,” he mumbled. You glared at him before you glanced over to Mark.
“Call it,” you said.
“Action!”
“I still don’t trust her,” said your dad, looking over to Jensen behind you.
“Hale-“ said Jensen before he was cut off.
“She lied about James already. Who knows what else she’s lying about. For all we know, she killed him.”
“I didn’t kill your kid, you idiot,” you said. Your dad leered down at you and you swallowed, stepping back into Jensen’s chest.
“Repeat that,” he said. You stared and he grabbed your jacket collar. “Fine. Let’s go.”
He yanked hard and you tripped, more than a little pissed with how he was dragging you away.
“Hale, stop. What are you gonna do to her? Do what you did with me?” asked Jensen. Your dad froze and you could feel how quiet the studio was, so still you could hear yourself panting. “I thought you weren’t doing that shit anymore.”
“Don’t go soft, kid. She’s just a girl.”
“I was just a boy,” said Jensen. “She had the chance to run and she didn’t. I think that’s telling us something but you’re too thick headed to see it.”
“I ain’t running a daycare,” he said, shoving you aside and getting in Jensen’s face.
“Come on Molly,” said Jensen as he grabbed your hand. You started to let him lead you to the door when you froze. “Molly, come on. I’ll get you somewhere safe.”
“I don’t know anyone named James,” you said over your shoulder. “I just know there’s a guy after me.”
“James get killed cause of you?” asked your dad. You shook your head. “Talk.”
“I saw a murder,” you said. “I have been running ever since. It’s all I know.”
“Last thing I need is another stray,” said your dad, bumping into you hard as he left the room.
“Hale. Hale!” called Jensen.
“Stay away Lyle if you know what’s good for you.”
“Cut!” said Mark. “We get it?”
“I’m good,” you said. “Wrap it for the day.”
“You did a good job, kiddo,” said your dad as he came back on set.
“I’m gonna ruin it,” you said, running your hands over your face. “What am I doing?”
“Pretty damn well for your first day,” said your dad as he rubbed your shoulders. You dropped your hands and saw Jensen nod back at him. “I’ll leave you in good hands.”
“Night dad,” you said.
“Night, sweetie. Have Jensen drive you home,” he said. “If you don’t mind that is.”
“I was probably going to crash at her place anyways,” said Jensen. Your dad blinked and Jensen just stared at him. “You know, as a friend.”
“I don’t want to know,” he said as he shook his head. “Night, Y/N.”
“Goodnight,” you said, covering your face. “Is he gone?”
“Yeah,” chuckled Jensen. “He’s gone. Come on, let’s take you home. You had a long day.”
“I’m exhausted,” you said as you plopped down on your bed close to eleven, Jensen ditching a bag with some of his clothes by your closet door.
“You need to eat some dinner,” said Jensen. You could hear him out in your kitchen and you shut your eyes, Jensen suddenly there and pushing on your shoulder. “Girl, you need to go grocery shopping. You ain’t got nothing but spinach and some dressing in there.”
“New diet,” you yawned as you shut your eyes again.
“I’m ordering us chinese,” he said. “Then we’re having that little chat and adding why you don’t need to go on a diet to that list.”
“Can we do it tomorrow?” you groaned.
“Nope,” he said. He lay back on the bed and ordered some food, turning to you when he hung up. “So.”
“What’s wrong with eating healthy?” you asked.
“Nothing, honey,” he said softly. “But you don’t need a diet.”
“Maybe not but it’s my choice,” you said.
“We’ll table that conversation for the moment,” he said. “Let’s talk about the whole incident this morning.”
“What about it?” you mumbled. You rolled to your side, Jensen resting a hand on your waist and rolling you back towards him.
“Why are you so mean to yourself? You’re so kind to everyone but you,” he said.
“I don’t know,” you said quietly.
“Yes you do,” he said.
“Cause I don’t deserve to be nice,” you said. He stared at you and he squeezed his eyes shut.
“You are so, so wrong,” he said. “You gotta be good to you, Y/N. You gotta take care of yourself. If you don’t, how can you take care of everything else?”
“I’m not good enough though,” you said.
“Can you try something for me?” he asked.
“What?”
“What do you like about yourself?” he asked.
“I guess my eyes are alright,” you said. He placed a hand on your cheek and smiled.
“I like your eyes too,” he said. “Was that so hard?”
“A little,” you whispered. He smiled and kissed you gently, bumping his nose against yours.
“Then we gotta practice everyday,” he said. “Okay?”
“You’re a good guy,” you said.
“Not really. You’re just not supposed to be an asshole,” he said.
“Jens. I know the difference. You’re a good guy,” you said. He stared at you, playing with the end of your hair. “I know you want to know why I’m...or what happened with Logan.”
“I do. But it’s not as important as you knowing that you more than deserve to be kind to yourself,” he said. “The other stuff can come later.”
“Okay,” you said, shutting your eyes. “I’ll try for you.”
“Try for you too,” he said.
“Alright. For both of us,” you said. He kissed the tip of your nose and you burrowed in closer to him, Jensen laying an arm over your waist.
“Try to eat enough and get enough sleep too, huh?” he said.
“Alright,” you mumbled. “Can I go to bed now?”
“You still need dinner, silly,” he said. You could feel the rumble of his chest as he laughed and you sighed. “Real soon though. You can sleep in until eight tomorrow.”
“I have to learn a stunt,” you said. “I think.”
“You have to learn to delegate to your crew, especially the next few weeks,” said Jensen. “We get up at eight, go in, you can tag up with your team, learn your stunt and we’ll be rolling by 11.”
“I’m too tired to argue so fine, you win,” you said.
“Music to my ears. You did a really good job today. You should consider acting more,” he said.
“I wrote the story. It’s the only reason I even remotely know what I’m doing,” you said.
“No, you got talent,” he said. “Write, direct and act? Triple threat.”
“Whatever you say, Ackles,” you hummed.
“Y/N.”
You forced your eyes open, Jensen smiling back at you.
“I’m serious. Take the compliment,” he said.
“Compliment taken,” you said. He was quiet but gave you a kiss on your forehead that made you smile.
“I started reading your other book today during a break. You should think about publishing those other stories of yours,” he said.
“Why? They aren’t all that good,” you said.
“They are really good, honey. People would love to read your other work. Why’d you put the Lyle Sullivan story out on your blog at first?” he asked.
“I knew people liked the character,” you said.
“Maybe people will like Forest and Andi too. You don’t know unless you try and we’re on that whole try kick so…” he said. You rolled your eyes but gave him a smile.
“When I am done with the movie, I will take a look and maybe publish one of those other ones,” you said. “Any other demands?”
“I’ll take a hug now that you mention it,” he said. You chuckled and moved your arm around his back. “Ah. Thank you, honey.”
“Thank you, fanboy,” you said. You pecked a kiss on his cheek and he gave a soft smile, his fingers playing with a few pieces of your hair again. “You okay?”
“Earlier with Erica...you didn’t have to do that, go and take her place. I could have sucked it up,” he said.
“You would have been miserable. Perks of dating the boss,” you said, Jensen not cracking a smile. “I got the vibe it wasn’t a good breakup either. I think that her talking about your sex life was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.”
“It was. I don’t really want to talk about it. Not right now at least,” he said.
“You don’t ever have to. If it goes for me, it goes for you,” you said. His lip twitched up and he nodded. “So I’ve never done a stunt before. What’s it like?”
“It’s not hard. Everyone will make sure you’re safe and everyone involved in it is. Your dad and me have the big fight scenes to deal with so you won’t have to worry about choreography to learn,” he said. “I don’t know how your dad does it to be honest.”
“Does what?” you asked.
“He seems perfect. He’s good at his job, he prioritizes his family, he doesn’t screw up takes and also has advice for when I’m about to freak out over something,” he said.
“The world wants to adore him so that is what it sees. But you know it’s not all perfect. He has more pain inside him than I think even I know,” you said. You took a deep breath and Jensen gave you a quick smile.
“I’ll never tell anyone what you told me about his depression. I know how to keep a secret,” he said.
“I wouldn’t have told you if I didn’t trust you to know,” you said. “I know it’s weird but you’re my dad’s friend too.”
“He is kinda awesome,” said Jensen. You chuckled and he ran his thumb under your eye. “You know, you are too damn attractive for your own good.”
“I’m sleep deprived and had a near mental breakdown multiple times today,” you said.
“Like I said, hot damn woman,” he said, a little drawl in his words.
“Okay, cow poke,” you laughed. “What’s with the accent?”
“Accent? I’m from Texas,” he said.
“Really?” you said as you sat up suddenly. “My dad’s from Waco. It’s where the rest of our family is.”
“Dallas,” he said with a big smile. “You ever live there?”
“Sometimes in the summer we would stay at my grandparents house. Now we have like a vacation house there for visiting. It’s really up and coming there now. You totally make more sense now if you’re from Texas. I’ve met a few southern gentlemen before,” you said.
“I think I went to Waco for a sleepaway camp once when I was a kid,” he said, his face turning pink. “I mean a baseball camp thing.”
“Why would I care if you went to a sleepaway camp?” you asked as you cocked your head. He sat up and stared at you, shrugging.
“Someone teased me about it once,” he said quietly as he shook his head. “It’s fine.”
“I used to go to a lot of camps,” you said. “My dad wanted me to grow up like we were some middle class suburban family. Not every kid has a freaking bodyguard with them though.”
“Brody, yeah, he seemed super cool,” said Jensen. “You grew up with him?”
“Yeah. Once my dad did Batman when I was about four, things kind of exploded. Some woman tried to kidnap me at the grocery store once. He flipped his shit and then I basically wasn’t allowed to go anywhere without him for a few years.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. I think the chick was super obsessed or something. He was so leery of women after that. I’m surprised he ever found my mom to be honest,” you said.
“She doesn’t act right?” he said.
“No. She’s an elementary school teacher,” you said. “He met her when he was late picking me up from school once. She tore him out a new one,” you said. “He said at some point when she was telling him how irresponsible he was for leaving a ten year old waiting outside all by herself that he fell in love.”
“Sounds about right,” he said. “Was she your teacher?”
“No, it wasn’t that cliche. She was new that year. She was nice,” you said. “I mean, she really made him happy. Still does.”
“I can’t imagine growing up like that. My dad does mostly commercials or voice over work. Some years were better than others but he was never big or recognized really.”
“You’re about to be just like my dad, Jensen,” you said. “The movie is going to change your life. It’ll change your family’s life.”
“Good thing I already found my girl then, hm?” he teased. “I won’t have to worry about that part.”
“You may end up needing your own Brody,” you said.
“Alright. If it happens, it happens. No use in stressing over something I can’t control,” he said. “Hey, plus then I wouldn’t need to worry about you either.”
“You don’t have to worry about me, Jensen. I’m a big girl,” you said.
“Sorry, can’t help it. Sucks for you,” he chuckled. “Do me one small favor from now on.”
“Needy little thing tonight aren’t you,” you said as you smirked. “What is it?”
“When you’re working late and I’m not around, have security walk you to your car for me?” he asked. You nodded and he relaxed, shutting his eyes. His stomach growled and you giggled, putting a hand on it. He grabbed your wrist quickly and pushed your hand away before he got up from the bed fast.
“Sorry,” you mumbled.
“Just don’t…” he said before he rubbed the back of his neck. “I get insecure about myself too.”
“Sorry. You’re so fit and healthy though,” you said.
“Don’t say that,” he said.
“Alright,” you said softly. He took a deep breath and he looked past you with a wince. “Food will be here soon.”
He nodded and bit his bottom lip. He almost left the room but instead walked back near the bed, glancing down at the floor.
“My old girlfriend...she kinda told me I needed to get shredded to get bigger roles and stuff. I tried, I did, but I could only get to a certain point and-”
“Jensen,” you said, standing on top of the bed and looking down at him. “You are attractive. I like what I see, I do. It’s not why I like you though.”
“I have a stomach,” he said.
“Most people do,” you said. “It’d probably suck if you didn’t. It’s kinda important after all.”
“Y/N, you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do,” you said as you hopped off the bed. You rested a hand on his stomach again and smiled. “If we’re gonna have rules for me about being nicer to myself, you’re gonna have those same rules and that starts with you knowing that you are perfectly healthy. Got that? Even Lyle Sullivan doesn’t have six pack abs and he’s a dreamboat like you.”
He smirked and you knew he felt better, your intercom buzzer going off at the front of the apartment.
“I’ll get it,” he said. You went with him out to the kitchen, Jensen slipping on his sneakers and going down to the lobby for a minute, returning with a massive bag. “I ordered you some leftovers for tomorrow too.”
“You are really nailing this boyfriend thing so far,” you said as you took a seat at the counter.
“Fake it til you make it,” he said, pulling out a container and setting it down.
Ten minutes later you were both stuffed from shoveling food in your bellies and Jensen was tucking the remainder of the food in your fridge.
“Hey, Jens,” you said as you slowly made your way back into the bedroom.
“Mhm,” he hummed, going over to his bag to pick out some clothes to change into.
“You can talk to me about stuff too,” you said. He smiled and gave a slight nod. “Get your butt in bed, Ackles. I want a cuddle after today.”
“I could do with one of those,” he yawned. You went to your closet and changed into a pair of shorts, staring at your shirts for a moment before you felt fabric hit your head. You shook it off and glanced down, a short sleeve men’s band shirt in your hand. Turning your head you saw Jensen smirk before he went out of view. You pulled his shirt on, stepping out to the bedroom. Jensen grabbed a blanket from the corner and had a pillow in his hand.
“What are you doing?” you asked.
“Bed?” he said, pointing out your bedroom door.
“Jensen. You’re not sleeping on my couch,” you said. “It’s not like we’ve never shared a bed before.”
“I don’t want to assume anything,” he said.
“Assume you can sleep in bed,” you said with a smile. You walked to your side and got under the covers, head hitting the pillow as Jensen got in the other side. You rolled closer and heard him laugh.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered, giving you a chaste kiss. “Sleep good, honey.”
“Goodnight, Jensen,” you mumbled, out like a light before you could even feel him put his arm around you.
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A/N: Read Part 12 here!
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Kryptic ↟ Deimos
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But the great leveler, Death: not even the gods can defend a man, not even one they love, that day when fate takes hold and lays him out at last.
Death submits to no one, not even Dread and Destruction.
They are both weapons of flesh and bone, of warm blood and beating hearts, and they cannot be controlled.
TIMOTHEUS GIVES THEIR NEW heading —Messenia. He overheard the Spartans speaking of a brewing storm, and Lesya knows who will be within the eye. Deimos. Tundareos, Timotheus, and Lesya sit around one of the lit braziers on the ship’s deck after the sun sets. It feels odd to have both her brothers back in her life —sitting next to her, smiling and laughing about their days of childhood in Athens.
But the stories end too quickly, tainted by the night the masked men in dark robes came, taking Lesya away. It was the night her childhood ended. “What happened after pater gave you up?” Timotheus asks. Tundareos told him little of what their sister endured at the hands of cruel people, thinking it best if she were the one to explain.
The question shouldn’t have caught Lesya off guard, but it does, after all, Tundareos had asked the same thing. She looks down into the cup of watered wine, seeing herself stare back with hollow eyes. It’s been years since she was under the Cult’s yoke and foot —still they control so much of her life. The Cult made her a monster, and even her attempts to disprove them only made the truth clearer. No matter what, whether it be for Kosmos, Sparta, or Kassandra, she is a killer, thirsting for blood and relishing in destruction. Maybe I still am Enyo under it all.
Her brothers wait in silence. Tundareos knows the tales, and it will hurt to less a second time to hear of what Lesya suffered through. Drawing in a slow breath, she begins the tale of a girl named Enyo and a boy named Deimos and how the Cult of Kosmos molded them to become the most fearsome warriors in all of the Greek world.
Timotheus remembers the night she came for his head, leaving empty-handed and giving him a warning he’d taken to heart. Lesya shifts, slipping her chiton off one shoulder to reveal the deep scars crisscrossing her back. “This was my punishment for not bringing the Cult your head,” she says —recalling the feel of Nisos’ lash biting and tearing flesh and long weeks of recovery afterward. Timotheus cringes. Part of him always wondered what became of her after that encounter. Now he knows, and his face contorts in anger. “But I’d do it again,” she tells him with a soft, kindly smile.
THE NEXT TIME Deimos and Lesya’s paths cross, Pylos is burning. Smoke stings her eyes, almost as badly as the stinging pain in her thigh where the broken shaft of an arrow remains. Gritting her teeth, she pushes through the pain —I have endured worse than this. Dispatching an Athenian with a dagger through the throat, Lesya searches, trying to find Kassandra or Brasidas through the thick haze. Across the battlefield, she sees him emerge from the flames —eyes set on the Spartan general as he thrusts a spear into a Spartiate’s belly and rips it free from his back. She breaks into a sprint, knowing what must be done.
Lesya collides with his side, throwing him off balance before he can reach Brasidas. They both roll through a burning blanket of heather. Deimos stands before her. He cocks his head this way and that —like a predator eyeing his prey. His gold-and-white armor streaked with black smoke and running with blood, face uplit by flames and twisted into a grim smile. There is a flash of madness in his eyes as he leaps for her. Bloodlust taking him. “Didn’t learn your lesson last time?” He grits out, sounding like a stranger in the months passed since that night on the Megarian beach.
He knocks her back to the ground, and Lesya scrambles for a fallen shield, throwing it up to take the next blow. His sword bites deep, breaking the bronze coating and crumbling the timbers below. She tosses the ruined shield aside, kicking out and back to her feet. Deimos’ sword lashes for her again, but she parries the stroke and strikes back —drawing blood from a slim cut running down his bicep. He stumbles, looking at the cut and the blood on his fingertips, not able to remember the last time he saw his blood drawn in battle.
Sparks fly as they hammer blow after blow, until exhausted, Lesya catches his next strike on the edge of her blade. They strain against one another, teeth bared and panting, both shaking —vying for the upper hand. Around them, the ancient trees groan and fall over in great roars of fire and smoke. When she edges the Damoklean sword slightly to one side, Lesya sees Deimos’ confident glower waver. But it is like fuel to his madness, and with a roar, he pushes back, swatting her blade aside. Lesya rolls clear of his swipe and stands, backing away. “Deimos,” Lesya warns, pressing her hand against her bloody thigh, “stop this!”
A mist passes his eyes —as if something about had thrown him into the past, but it fades and his lips curl into a mockery of a smile. The Cult has sunk their talons in even deeper. “You don’t understand,” he says, jabbing a finger down at the smoldering earth, sweeping his hand around the blazing cage of trees. “This is my home.”
She watches his body tense before he lunges for her again, blades locked in stalemate again. “You know I understand,” Lesya spits, pushing away from him. Of all the people in Hellas she was the only one who understood what it was like to be a tool —a weapon. “It doesn’t have to be like this.” Her voice sounds like nothing more than a whisper above the roaring flames. The harsh glare in his tawny-gold eyes softens, the grim smile fades. He lowers the Damoklean sword and backs away as though he realizes alas what he’s doing.
“Deimos–“ her words are cut short by a harsh groaning, and then a crack as a burning tree starts to fall. Lesya watches as it leans toward her —eyes wide— before swinging down like an executioner’s axe. Deimos lunges for her. His weight landing atop her just at the tree crashes down, sending them both into darkness.
THE WORLD COMES rushing back in a hazy fog. Deimos stirs and finds his back aching and head throbbing. Laid out beneath him is Lesya —he spared her from the brute of the tree’s impact. Only a few feet away, he notices his sister sprawled out too, blood trickling down her temple. A group of men encroaches around them. He recognizes the long dark robes and can make out the terrible ivory masks surveying the aftermath of a bloody battle as the island still burns.
“Take the Eagle Bearer,” a low, rough voice says before stepping back where the two champions lay. “I’ll deliver Deimos to Athens.” Kleon would need his champion to instill fear and control over the Athenians again.
“What about her?” One of the men asks —Enyo could be at their mercy. It was no secret the Cult would benefit from having her among them again. But many of their ranks had fallen on her blade, and those transgressions could not be overlooked. “We should slit her throat and be done of it,” another says, that had been their plan years ago, but she slipped through their fingers and grew to be a thorn in their side.
Deimos rises, seizing the Cultist by the neck, face twisted in rage. The others step back, petrified —there is nothing, and no one to stop the champion from acting on his anger. “Touch her,” he hisses, tawny-gold eyes ablaze, fingers tightening around the man’s neck, “and you’ll beg for death.”
“Of course, champion,” the man sputters, lifting his hands in a show of complacency. Deimos sneers, pushing the Cultist back. He bends with a groan, slipping his arms under Lesya’s knees and around her shoulders, carrying her to the war galley, which will bear them to Attika.
Deimos pulls a canvas screen to, closing off a small space at the stern of the ship away from the rowers. He sits on his haunches, eyes skimming over his counterpart —finding a bloody wound on her thigh and several burgeoning bruises on her arms. Sighing, he reaches for the ties of Lesya’s armor, sliding the greaves from her shins and the vambraces from her wrists. He’s done this a hundred times over, but there’s something bittersweet now.
His attention turns to the bloody spot on her thigh, sullied by black ash and dirt, but he recognizes what caused the wound —an arrow. Carefully, Deimos wipes away the drying blood and dirt before prodding the wound with his fingers, checking if the arrowhead is still embedded in flesh. It’s not, she’d been able to pull it out cleanly. Dipping a torn piece of linen into a barrel of fresh water, he scrubs away the blood and binds it tightly to stay the bleeding.
Wounds tended, she lay unmoving —strangely peaceful. Deimos buries the anger he feels at himself, tries to bury the guilt too, but he cannot dig a hole big enough. It takes a moment to realize the dampness on his cheeks is not sweat —it’s tears. He reaches for her, hand cradling her cheek as his thumb follows the scar cutting through her brow, across her eye. Silently, he bids Lesya wake. She doesn’t. “I’m sorry,” Deimos chokes, pulling her into his arms and burying his face into her neck. It’s among the hardest things he’s ever had to say, but he knows he’s to blame, and there’s no water in Hellas capable of washing her blood from his hands.
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