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lacroixwh0r3 · 10 months

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Blow My Load

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: For the last two year, you and Joel have been secretly hooking up behind your fathers back. One night when your dad goes out on a date, you and Joel spend the night together and Joel gets carried away.

Warnings: SMUT!! DUB CON, petnames (pretty tame ones), doggystyle, oral sex (f recieving), PiV, creampie, crying, pregnancy mention, abortion mentioned at the end, overstimulation, Joel is a little bit of an asshole in this (I am so sorry), age gap (Joel is 40 and reader is around 25), (aged up) Sarah mentioned, no outbreak

Song inspo (Feel free to listen if you want): Blow my load by Tyler, The Creator

A/N: Enjoy! Please reblog, share, like, and comment if you want. <333

"Oh, baby," Joel moans as he breaks the kiss between you two. You look down at his lips, which are now bright red and slightly plumped. His tongue quickly licks off the mix of both of your spits from his bottom lip. His hands were still holding your head in place as he looked at you. "I wanna cum in that tight little pussy so bad, darlin."

Normally, the two of you would have to be quiet, but because your dad had decided last minute to go on a date, it was just you and Joel in the house. Or you might even go over to Joel's house, which was five minutes away, if Sarah wasn't home, but tonight the young girl was at the house with three of her friends having a sleepover doing, lord knows, what. Joel was adamant about staying over to watch the four girls, but you quickly reminded him that they're 18 years old and could easily take care of themselves. You were also going to be home alone, and you wanted him all to yourself.

As soon as your dad pulled out of the driveway, you and Joel ran to your bedroom and stripped out of your clothing.

You couldn't help but let out a whimper. "Joel, you know you can't do that." You tell him as you bring your hands up to grip his wrist. You weren't on birth control, and Joel wasn't a big fan of condoms. When the two of you did have sex together, Joel would usually pull out at the very last second, which would lead to you giving him a lecture as you both came down from the intense orgasm you both had.

Sure, it was hot when Joel did it, but you would rather not have to tell your dad that you were pregnant with his best friend's baby, and you didn't want Joel to tell Sarah that he had gotten the girl she looked up to the most pregnant.

"I know, darlin', I know, but imagine how fuckin' good it must feel." Joel whispered to you as he groans out. He brings his head close to yours again. You could feel his lips ghosting over yours.

"I'm fucking you until you can't think straight, begging me to dump my warm load deep into your pussy." Joel says before he sticks his tongue out again, only this time his tongue strokes against my top lip. You felt a strong pull in your stomach as your pussy clenched around nothing, causing you to push your hips into Joel's. "Maybe even put a baby in there." He says it lightly. It was almost as if he was saying it to himself, but somehow you still heard it but didn't comment on it.

You couldn't help but think about earlier, when Joel had lifted your dress up and ate you out on your family's couch in the living room while your dad ran to the store to restock on beer and some food for dinner. The way he sat down on the floor as he wrapped his large hands around your ankles to keep your legs from closing or falling off the couch Or the way he slurped, licked, and sucked on your clit to the point you almost wanted to scream at the top of your lungs.

You parted your lips to allow Joel's tongue to invade your mouth. Joel cocks his head to the side a bit and sucks on your tongue before letting it go and French kissing you. You can feel it as the drool slides down your chin, getting onto his beard. You feel Joel's hands release your face and move down your neck, stopping at your breast. He fondles them and thumbs your nipples. They were painfully hard now.

You wanted nothing more than for Joel to fuck you senselessly until you couldn't think of anything but him. Joel always turned you on when he talked to you like this, but you were ovulating right now, and his words weren't helping.

You pull away from the kiss. "Fuck me, Joel," You mutter against his lips. "I want you to fuck me hard, daddy."

"Yeah, you want me to fuck you nice and hard? Get on the bed so Daddy can fuck you," He says sternly. "I want you face down, ass up, darlin'." You immediately get to the edge of the bed, just as Joel told you to, with your feet hanging off.

You can feel Joel close behind you in between your legs as he reaches over your naked body and grabs the pillow near your head. "Get on your hands for me real quick," He tells you. Again, you do what he says, and he stuffs the pillow underneath your stomach. "Good girl, now lay back down on your chest." He tells you once more. You lay back down and realized that your hips were now elevated, allowing Joel to easily access your pussy.

"Oh, look at you, so fuckin' sexy with your ass in the air, just ready for me to fuck you," He teases you. "You want me to fuck that pretty pussy, doll?" Joel asked. You felt your pussy clenching around nothing. Begging for your hole to be fucked

"Mmmhm." You whimper at Joel as you nuzzle your face into the soft sheets beneath you. However, your response did not satisfy him because he spanked your ass with his large hand. Your head pops off the bed, causing you to look back at him over your shoulder.

"Say it." Joel demanded it from you. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

"I've wanted you since you got here, baby. I've been so fucking wet for that big cock." You whimpered as you wiggled your ass in the air, causing him to strike your ass again.

"Oh, I know you want my cock, honey. You want me to fuck my cum into you? Hmm?" He spanked you multiple times. You let out soft whines as you shook my head.

"Hmm? What's that, baby? You want me to cum in you?" He not-so-jokingly asked:

"I mean it, Joel. You can't cum inside of me or I'm gonna kill you, old man." You give him a pointed look over your shoulder, causing him to raise his hand in defense with his eyebrows raised. You meant it jokingly, but also not jokingly.

"I promise I won't, baby." He tells you.

"Mmhm, now I want you to fuck me, Joel." You demand him. His left hand grips your waist as the other wraps around his cock as he strokes it, getting ready to slide it into you. You feel him rub his cock against your clit as he gathers the arousal that seeps out of your hole. You moan out his name as he hisses.

Joel then points the head of his cock at your pussy and slowly slides inside. Letting out a deep groan as he does so. "Oh f-fuck, baby," He shudders. Your toes had curled up in pleasure as you dropped your head onto the sheets. "Pussy so fucking tight and warm... I might just have to cum in this pussy and make you a momma, huh?" He questions you as he slowly begins to push in and out of you. Joel felt the flutter after he said that.

"Oh, you liked that, baby?" Joel teases you. His slow strokes began to form a hard, fast pounding. "Tell me."

"I am going to fu-Oh fuck me-I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, Joel!" You moan out to him as he continues his furious strokes. His balls slapped against your clit as he pushed your waist into the pillow beneath you. "Y-you have to fucking pull out," You plead with Joel. You knew that he wasn't listening as he continued to pound his cock in and out of you.

"You promised me!" You squeal out. Joel only grunted in reply and spanked your ass with full force as his left hand gripped your hips.

Somehow, Joel's thrust had only gotten faster. You could hear your headboard hitting against your wall and the sound of my ass slapping against Joel's hips. It was all too much. Your knees began to burn from the friction, your hips began to grow sore as he tightened his grip on them, and with each hit to your ass, there was a sharp sting that lingered. That's when you knew that both you and Joel were close to orgasming.

"Oh, J-Joel, baby, please!" Suddenly, it hit you. You were cumming so hard that you didn't know what to do with yourself. The combined feeling of Joel's heavy balls slapping against your clit and his cock rubbing the spot deep within you was overpowering, causing tears to form.

You grabbed the pillow that sat near your head and brought it close to your face. You bite down on the pillow as your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting out loud moans into it.

"Oh my fucking god, baby..." Joel strains out his sexy, deep voice. He spanks you again as you cum around his cock and rub your ass cheek to soothe the pain. "Come on, sweet girl, tell me who's making you feel good." His strokes had begun to slow down now.

You release the pillow from between your teeth. You were so far gone from your ongoing orgasm that you couldn't even form words. Goosebumps had formed around your whole body as you shaked and quivered.

You feel him bring his hand up and smack your ass hard again, causing your body to jerk in response. "Tell me, girl! Who's makin' you cum this hard?" Joel grits his teeth as he slowly thrusts into you.

"It's you, Daddy!" You moan out to him as you reach your arm around you to grab onto his fingers on your waist. Joel moans and slowly picks up the pace of his thrust. You could feel his balls tighten against your clit, letting you know that he was nearly cumming. You look over your shoulder at him.

"That's fuckin' right, daddy is fucking you." He fucks himself into you. "O-Oh fuck, I'm gonna fuckin' cum soon, my sweet girl." Joel continues to hold onto your hand while his other hand lazily spanks your ass some more. You watch as his head falls back and his eyes close. You feel yourself close to another orgasm as well, but you can't help but worry that Joel isn't going to pull out on time.

"J-Joel," You moan to him as you grip the sheets on the bed. "You have to pull out; I'm ovulating, and you're gonna get me pregnant if you don't." You tried to tell him so that he could pull out. However, this only seemed to turn him on more. His cock strained in you all while he continued to stroke against the spot inside of you. You released his hand, slipped it between the pillow, and onto your clit. You rubbed your clit fast as he fucked you.

Joel looked like he had been transported to heaven. He looked down at you with both hands on your hips, gripping them hard. It hurt, but you didn't care.

"Oh, baby, I love you so fuckin' much," he whimpered as he looked into your eyes. "I'm so sorry," He says, looking down at his cock going in and out of your pussy. The sight of your juices covering his cock made his body go stiff. That's when you knew he wasn't going to pull out.

"I can't stop; I need to fuckin' cum in this tight pussy right now."

"Joel! No, pull out now." You told him as you tried to move your body away from his, but his grip was too tight around you. "You promised me, Joel!" You moaned loudly.

You weren't sure how many times you had orgasmed today, but you knew that you were cumming again. Joel moans as he feels you tighten around him. His cock begins to spurt his warm cum into your womb. You were so overstimulated that your eyes leaked tears and your ears rang loudly as your cunt welcomed Joel's cum and fluttered around his cock. Over the ringing in your ears, you can hear Joel whimpering out soft appologies as he continued to cum.

With his cock still inside you as you leaked out cum from your pussy, he laid his warm body on top of your back. His chest was damp with sweat from pounding into you. You could feel his warm breath by your ear as he took a minute to gather himself together. He still felt your walls fluttering around him. "It's okay, babydoll. I got you," He whispered gently as he stroked your bare side. You couldn't speak or think; all you could do was shiver underneath his body, even though you were far from cold.

Moments later, Joel pushes up from the bed and slowly pulls his cock from you with a slight hiss and groan. Joel bends down to get a look at your cum-filled pussy with his hands resting on your ass. "Oh doll, look at that pretty pussy," He whispers as he strokes his thumb against your sore ass. "I'll be back, okay, baby?" You let out a soft hum, letting him know he heard you.

When he went to the bathroom to clean you off and get something to clean you off, he didn't hear you burst into tears. When he came back, you were now sitting in the middle of the bed, crying with your head in your hands.

He rushes into the room, places the water bottle and towel on the bed, and embraces you. You couldn't help but cry harder as you cried into his neck. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry." He apologized as he kissed and rubbed your head. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, I don't even know what I was thinking."

You continued to cry for a few more moments before speaking up. "Joel, what if you did get me pregnant? What are we going to tell my dad and Sarah?" You look up at him with worry. He could tell you were stressed over this and couldn't help but feel his heart pull in his chest. Joel honestly didn't know what came over him during sex.

"Doll," He grabs your hand from your lap and gives it a quick kiss. "If you do get pregnant and you decide that you want to get rid of it, I will be there along the way, but if you want to keep it, then I will be sure to take care of you and the baby no matter what." Joel says it truthfully.

You stroked his hand with your thumb. "Joel, I'm not getting rid of it, but we're gonna be so fucked when my dad finds out his best friend of four years has been boning his daughter for the last two years and got her pregnant..." You say this to him as you look down at his hand in yours. "He'll fucking probably end up kicking me out and then kicking your ass."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head 'bout that darlin'; you're always welcomed at my house." With his other hand, he holds your head and kisses the crown of your head. "As for him kicking my ass, that ain't happening, sweetheart," He says sternly, as if he is sure. You let out a snort as you laughed.

"Oh really?" You back away from him to get a look at the cocky look on his face. He just looks down at your face with admiration.

"I'm certain, darlin'," He tells you, causing you to let out a loud giggle. That beautiful giggle overwhelmed Joel with love. He knew he loved you before, and he always made sure that you knew he loved you, but he knew right there that there would be another compared to you. You were it for him.

After your giggles had died down, you noticed that he was looking at you with a sparkling look in his eyes. "What?" You asked him softly as you played with his fingers.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked you. You felt yourself beginning to get shy. The both of you always told each other how much you loved each other, but something about this was different.

"Of course I know, Joel. Do you know I love you more, though?" You lean over and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. You then pull back to take a look at his face. The way his hard eyes softened when he looked at you made you weak in the knees. "So fuckin' handsome!" Joel's cheeks turned a soft pink color.

"And you're the most beautiful thing on earth," He whispers to you. "You're mine forever; don't ever forget it, darlin'." You wish this moment could last forever.

You released his hands from yours and brought them to your stomach. "I can't believe we might be having a baby, Joel," You whispered as you stroked your stomach. You could see you and Joel sharing a child together and even getting married whenever the time is right. He puts his hand over yours as well and rubs his thumb against your hand.

"You want me to cum in you again so we know we're successful, baby?" He suggested it with a smug tone. The soft look on your face immediately dropped and was replaced with a blank one instead.

"You're such a dirty old man," You tell him. "But yes, I do." You give him a quick peck on the lips before laying back down on the bed.

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A/N: I kinda hate this, but its been on my mind and I wanted to write.

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vivwritesfics · 7 months

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Keep On Rolling - MV1

Chapter Six

Summary: Lando's best friend having feelings for anyone on the grid? Impossible, right? She worked with them, sharing her friendship with the grid with the world via the FormulaY/N youtube channel.

After film a video including... spicy water (alcohol), everything changes between her and a certain world champion. Good thing she hasn't had a crush on him since his F1 debut, right?

Right?

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A/N: I've actually had the best day (and it's only midday)! Did a couple of hours of studying, completing one of my essays, went to the outlet shop and found my perfect pair of cargos (my friends all look for xs so I feel bad when we go retail therapying, but I went alone and I'm so happy)

Silverstone. Lando's home race. Y/N couldn't wait. Ever since she was a little girl, Silverstone had been one of her favourites. When they were kids, Y/N's father had taken her and Lando to Silverstone. It was the first race Y/N had ever attended, and the race that let Y/N fall in love with Formula One.

It had been a full month since Y/N had last spoken to the current world champion. Y/N didn't know why Max wasn't speaking to her. Or answering her text messages. He'd been missing out of Y/N's life completely for the last month.

For once, Y/N had nothing special planned for Silverstone. Just a simple Q and A video.

Y/N missed the Friday free practice. Where she'd usually be there to watch Lando and the rest of her friends (namely Charles), but, this time, she was at home with her family.

British families had some weird traditions and Y/N's family was no exception. Every Sunday in the winter months they ate a huge roast dinner and every Sunday in the summer was reserved for having a barbeque.

With a job like Y/N's, she didn't much get to see her family. She was always away at the grand prix or the city hosting them. Her family missed her, sure, but they knew she was living her dream. So, whenever she was home, Y/N made sure to visit them.

Y/N sat at the dining table, checking her phone. Nothing from Lando, nothing from Charles, nothing from Danny. Nothing from... Max.

That was the most upsetting thing. Y/N hadn't spoken to Max in so long. She didn't realise she'd miss him until he disappeared. There had been a couple of times where she'd text him, but he'd only read it, not respond. Y/N was getting desperate. Desperate to hear from him, but they weren't in a place where she could beg. Right?

"Dinner!" Y/N's mother shouted as she and her brother ran in the dishes. Chicken, potatoes, sprouts, carrots, parsnips and more. Y/N's mother always went above and beyond with roast dinner. It was a whole performance for her.

Y/N allowed her mother to plate up her food. It was something she loved doing whenever Y/N was home, her way to welcome her back. "Mum, do you think we can watch the free practice?" She asked as her mother placed a Yorkshire pudding onto her plate.

"What? No way!" Her brother suddenly shouted across the table. "If Y/N gets to watch formula one I get to watch football!"

"Neither of you are watching anything. Y/N is going to make the most of being here with us before she makes her way up to Silverstone, okay?"

Y/N's mother was not a scary woman, not by any means. But, when she commanded something, it happened. Y/N and her brother nodded as they tucked into their food.

Y/N checked her last messages to Lando and Max beneath the table. Lando hadn't yet seen her message, but Max hadn't responded. A small part of her wanted to throw her phone at the nearest wall, but she didn't. Instead, Y/N slipped her phone back into her pocket and tightened her hand in a fist, nails digging into her palm.

Her family could tell something was wrong. Normally it was non-stop chatter about the world of the paddock. But, aside from her request to watch the free practice, Y/N didn't talk about formula one at all. Even when her brother tried to ask, Y/N answered with single words.

That night, in her childhood bedroom, Y/N looked at the pictures of her and Lando. Them in school, them at Lydden Hill for Lando's Karting career. Silverstone when Lando was in F2, Lando when he first joined McLaren and that was it. The rest of the pictures were in Y/N's own apartment, a place she hardly saw the point in paying for when she rarely lived there.

Her phone began to ring. Picking it up, Y/N placed it to her ear. "Hey, Lan," she said to her best friend as soon as she answered.

"How's your mum? How's your brother? How's the cat?" He asked quickly.

The cat in question was currently sleeping on Y/N's bed. The moment she moved out, the cat began living in her room, sleeping on her bed or in the empty closet.

"Mum is good, brother is good, cat is good," she said, sitting beside the cat and stroking her fur. "How was free practice? I tried to watch on the television but Mum wouldn't let me."

Lando told her all about free practice and how his day at Silverstone had been. He told her about the media things she and Oscar had to do, the fun he and Carlos had been having and more.

When he fell silent, Y/N found herself asking a difficult question. "Lan, is Max okay?" She asked him. "Does he hate me or something?"

"No," Lando answered quickly. "Why would he hate you?"

"Can you tell him to answer my texts then please."

Lando didn't answer that. How could he, when he was the reason for Max's silence? But, he couldn't tell Y/N, either. He could tell her that he was the reason Max was refusing to speak to her. So, Lando took it in a different direction.

"What's going on with you and Max?" He asked. His tone was genuinely curious, leading Y/N away from his crime.

Y/N shook her head. "Lan, nothing. Nothing is going on with Max and I. He was just the only person who let me interview him in Monaco. He just happened to be the person who helped me out after the drunken quiz video. Why does that mean something has to be going on with us?"

Again, Lando didn't answer. Guilt ripped through him. He was selfish, a selfish little boy. He drove Max away from Y/N just because he didn't want to lose his best friend

Lando was quick to end the call. He said his goodbyes and left Y/N to it. Max liked Y/N, he knew that much. But did she like him? God, he felt like a child back in secondary school as he thought about it.

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"Hey guys, welcome to the Silverstone weekend," Y/N said to the camera as she sat on her bed with her cat in her lap. "As you can see, we are not in a hotel room for once. We are actually in my childhood bedroom and we have a visitor." Y/N held the cat up to the camera and waved her paw.

"Today we're going to be going in with a Q and A video," she said, pulling up her phone. "I know a lot of you have a lot of questions around how and why I do what I do, and I'm going to answer them all."

She went into her twitter and pulled up her first question. "Right, question one. How did you meet Lando?" She read and put the phone down. "Oh, what a story this is," she said and let out a little laugh. "When Lando and I first met each other, we hated each other. We were eleven years old, both starting at secondary school. In maths we got sat beside each other, and it all kicked off from there.

"Lando was so loud! Seriously, he did not stop talking. And he spread his stuff to my side of the desk, which really pissed me me off. So, I told him to shut up and he told me to bleep off, and then we became best friends."

The cat in her lap was purring as Y/N stroked her. She grabbed her phone and checked for the next question. There had been a lot on there asked about the nature of her relationship with Charles and her relationship with Max. They were things she wouldn't get into, only because it would make the situation so much worse.

"Ah, what do you do when you're not travelling around?" She read and put the phone back down. "Well, I travel to the grand prix and then I explore the city the grand prix is held in with my friends. These bits I don't usually film, but I'm considering doing city vlogs. If you guys would like to see this, drop a comment."

Y/N went on and on, reading through the questions. There were many about hers and Lando's friendship, many that allowed her to grab pictures of little Lando from the wall.

"What is your favourite quote from anyone on the grid at the minute?" She read.

It made her grin. "Well, I've got one that I use all the time which is when Charles says 'Lando we can be world champions', but I'm a big fan of those noises Danny makes? You know, 'ki ki ki ra!'" She shouted.

There was a noise from downstairs, her mother shouting a complaint.

After getting through at least twenty of the questions, Y/N checked the time on her phone. "Oh my," she gasped when she saw how late it was. Or, rather, how early in the morning it was. "I guess that's the end of the video," she said to the camera. "Thank you guys for watching. Like, subscribe and I'll see you at Silverstone," she said and got up to switch off the camera.

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readychilledwine · 9 months

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Bound by Fate

Azrielx Archeron Oc

A/N- happy day 4 of my week celebrating over 100 new friends 💙 here is the winning poll piece with Azriel and our little Archeron OC, Kaylee. This mostly takes place pre-hybern and the Cauldron, but expect a turn at the end. This is a little bit of a Rollercoaster because I love the idea of Az and Kaylee going into her being made already kind of courting.

Summary - After her older sister returns home with 3 males in tow, Kaylee finds her life turn upside down by one of them. She is unknowingly drawn to the scarred male, and he to her.

Less fun Warnings - mentions of death and child loss (nothing graphic just in a healing house sense), mentions of SA, angst. Kidnapping

The fun warnings - smut, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics (because what kind of Az fic doesn't pay into bdsm?), innocent oc, one use of impact play

Word count - around 3866

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The first time Azriel came, Feyre and Kaylee held eye contact, communicating silently. Her older sister had brought 3 men, males, she corrected herself, into their home, and now, she sat next to the one who had pretty blue gems. She supposed he was pretty, too.

If you liked your partner to quite possibly be able to kill you with their bare teeth.

And Kaylee supposed, again, that she maybe did. She looked at him before looking at Feyre and then went back to poking at her food.

When she went to bed that night, locked in her room alone by Nesta's orders, Kaylee could have sworn she saw a shadow move before something cool danced in hair and laced between her fingers.

On his second visit, Azriel found himself looking for Kaylee. He had bought something for her at a jewelry shop, without any inkling as to why. He held the small box containing the pretty raw sapphire necklace as he entered her room at the estate.

He froze at the sight of her. Her long sandy blonde hair was damp, she was wrapped in a soft fluffy robe. She was sitting at her vanity, frozen as she stared back at him. "Aren't you supposed to be dropping a letter off to Nesta?" Her voice reminded him of summer rain. It had played in his mind constantly the past couple weeks.

"I did. I was hoping to see you." He smiled as a flush instantly hit her face, gracing her cheekbones. "Only if that is okay, though. Nesta and Elain do not know I snunk up here." Kaylee nodded. She motioned for him to join her in the room, and he sat on her bed. The smell of jasmine and vanilla hit him instantly. Expensive, a shadow whispered. "How is the healing house?"

Kaylee smiled as she turned to him, running an oil through her long beautiful hair. Soft, another shadow whispered. "It's been okay. Lots of kids this week with colds and allergies. Poor little things."

"Do you want kids someday?" The question was out before Azriel could stop himself. "Sorry I-"

"With the right person, yes." Kaylee answered without hesitation. "But only if Feyre likes them. Which I guess gives me my short lifetime to find someone." Azriel felt his heart deflate at the reminder. Human, a shadow whispered. She is just human.

Azriel stood as she turned back to the mirror, keeping the box behind his back and he approached her. "Hold your hair up for me, Kaylee." She watched him from the mirror but did as he asked. "I bought this for you. I thought I couldn't help but to think of it with your eyes when I saw it." She allowed him access to her neck without fear as she watched him. His hands were shaking from his nerves as he placed the delicate necklace on her and closed the latch.

He couldn't help himself as he reached behind her, positioning the stone so it sat perfectly centered above her breasts. "Beautiful," he whispered to her softly. "Absolutely beautiful."

On his third visit, Azriel wasn't even supposed to technically be there. He had been trying to get into the Mortal Queen's Castle. During his flight, he was struck with an arrow. It wasn't ash, wasn't laced with faebane, but he took advantage of the injury nonetheless, using it as an excuse to see Kaylee. He was currently sat on her vanity stool, shirtless, as she cleaned the wound. "I don't know much about fae healing. It looks like it's already closing, though."

Azriel chuckled. "It probably is. I just wanted an excuse to see you." He laughed again as her face flushed and she smacked him on the shoulder. "Can you blame a male for wanting a pretty girl to tend to his injuries?"

Kaylee shook her head smiling before moving to clean the barely there cut on his face. "You are a shameless flirt, Azriel."

"Only when it comes to you, honeybee." He adjusted the sapphire necklace, smiling slightly. "How are you?"

Kaylee shrugged. "Nesta and Cassian got into it today when he stopped by. The energy of the house has been off since then. It's just a heavy feeling?" She looked at him, hoping he understood what she meant and he nodded. "How are you?"

"I was shot with an arrow today, Kaylee. I too have had better days." She couldn't help but to laugh at the statement, her head falling into his shoulder. He'd do anything to hear her laugh, to see her smile. "I did get to see you. So that does make up for it." She pulled back slightly, her face near his. The cut was long gone, the wound in his side had closed and all that was left was a faint pink mark.

Az, a familiar purr came into his mind. Where are you?

Almost to the wall. I'll be home soon. Azriel locked Rhysand out, his hand absent-mindedly moving to Kaylee's face.

Neither of them know if he moved in, or if she did, but one second there was a breath of air between them, the next, there was nothing but his lips on hers. Moving together as he pulled her closer between his legs and her hands came to rest on his chest.

It felt like, for once, something good was in his pathway. Something whole and pure. He pulled away from her, instantly missing the taste of honey and green tea that lingered on her, and rested his forehead against hers. "I have to go, Rhys is calling for me."

Kaylee just nodded. "Was that your way of saying goodbye?" Azriel nodded. "We should always say goodbye like that then."

"Agreed."

Azriel's third visit was spent mapping out the house. He had not seen Kaylee since his last stop, but a small box sat heavy in his pocket waiting for the moment Nesta was done with him so he could see her.

"The last room is Kay's," the oldest sister glared at him. "She might be in there, so if she is, do not speak with her and leave her alone." Azriel nodded. "She's had a rough week."

Azriel opened the door, closing it behind him when he found the mortal who haunted his every waking moment curled in a ball on her bed. Crying. Lost someone. The shadow he had trailing her told him. Little one.

Azriel sat on her bed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Kaylee." She was instantly in his arms, crying harder as he held her against him. He adjusted slightly so she'd be in his lap, then pulled the box out and set it on her night stand. "It's okay, honeybee."

"It's not fair," and Azriel knew it wasn't. The shadow had finished filling him in. "He didn't even have a chance." He shushed her softly, pulling her in tighter. "It's just not fair."

"I know, Kaylee. I know. The loss of a babe is never fair, nor easy." They held each other in silence until her sobs became soft sniffles. Asleep. Likes to cuddle with the otter on the corner of the bed. We snuggle it every night. Azriel could have laughed at his shadows' confession. He laid Kaylee down, tucking her into the bed and handing her the otter. He watched as the shadow he had unknowingly lost to her weaved between her fingers and almost nestled into her. Ours, it whispered.

He kissed her lips gently and whispered a goodbye to her, leaving a quickly scribbled note with the box.

His fourth visit wasn't fun, nor did it allow him much time with her. He watched as Nesta fixed Kaylee's long soft waves, dissatisfied with the looks of her youngest sister.

They all had told the sisters how beautiful they looked, only for Nesta to back hand the compliment to Kaylee. "Had someone been home earlier, she'd look better."

There's nothing fucking wrong with her, Rhysand growled into the link he, Cassian, and Azriel were sharing. What is Nesta's fucking problem with her younger siblings?

From what my shadows caught, Kaylee did not get home until almost an hour ago. Something happened last night and she was pulled from bed.

That explains the medicine smell on her skin still. Cassian said softly. I think she looks fine. She looks extra glowy in that shade of blue, wouldn't you say, Azriel?

Ah yes, Rhysand said. With that clearly fae made jewelry. Admit you're courting her, Brother. We do not care..

Azriel slammed them out, moving to Kaylee as Nesta tried to force her younger sister to let her tie her hair up in braids. "Enough. She looks fine." He pulled Kaylee back to the wall by him and Cassian. They shared a silent look between them. He smiled as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, exposing the sapphire earrings he had purchased her.

Kaylee whispered quietly, "They're late." Cassian shrugged, trying to hide his annoyance. Kaylee jumped as a male suddenly appeared before her, guards and the queens winnowing in. Her hand had grabbed Azriel's, and he had protectively pulled the youngest sister behind him, almost handing her to Cassian with a growl. They did not get to kiss goodbye on that visit. An action Azriel would fly back soon to fix.

He had flown back a week later, sneaking into her room using the balcony door, and waited for her on her bed. He had not noticed her bathroom light was on. he was just anxiously waiting, mind in his own world. "Oh Gods! Azriel! You have to stop sneaking up on me." His gaze shot up and instantly widened.

Kaylee was standing there in her towel. Her long legs exposed to him, her upper chest exposed to him. "I-" he shut his mouth as quickly as he opened it and looked away.

"Is everything okay?" Kaylee moved closer to him until she was right in front of him. "Are you okay?"

He swallowed thickly, eyes locked on her toned thighs. "You are naked."

"Do fae not bathe naked? You all just leave your clothing on? Are you all ever naked?" He smirked at the question and bit at the bait she had tossed out.

"I'm naked when I bathe, Kaylee. I spend a lot of time naked actually." She hummed softly, tucking the end of her towel into itself. "Everything is fine, by the way. I just had a night off and thought I'd spend it seeing you." Kaylee nodded and smiled. "I figured we could maybe talk, or-" he trailed off, eyes on her legs again.

"Ooooor?" He shook his head. "Or what, Azriel?"

He swallowed again. "I will be honest. I forgot every idea I had once I realized you were naked."

Kaylee was debating something. Finally making her choice she dropped the towel, crawling into his lap, bare to him. "Does my nakedness bother you?" Azriel groaned, instantly switching their positions so she was below him.

He growled at her slightly parted lips before diving into them and kissing her deeply. His hands began to roam, going up from her waist to her breasts and squeezing the tender flesh. He devoured her moans, groaning in response as her legs fell wider apart to allow him more space. He moved his lips from hers, kissing down her neck, then biting into the pulse point softly.

Kaylee was responsive to him, to his every touch, lick, and kiss. He felt as if he were a sex God at how the littlest things he did seemed to be magic to her. "You are so beautiful. You know that?" He whispered into her ear before lightly biting it. She doesn't, the shadow said. She doesn't believe you. Azriel lifted her from the bed, pulling them in front of her full length floor mirror and stationed himself behind her. He continued kissing her neck and shoulders, hands playing with her nipples as she turned to hide her face in his neck.

Her skin was on fire with every touch of his hands, only to be instantly cooled by his shadows. "So fucking beautiful," Azriel groaned into her neck. "Look at yourself in the mirror and say you're beautiful."

His hands roamed lower and lower, finger tips leaving goosebumps in their wake as he continued to kiss her neck. "Az-"

"I gave you an order, little one," he bit harshly at her pulse point, soaking in her gasp and moan. "I expect you to follow it."

Kaylee's eyes rolled back as she moaned again. "Look in the mirror and say you are beautiful." Kaylee pulled back from him slightly, holding eye contact with him before realizing he was serious. "Do it or I stop. I will leave you here wet and alone, Kaylee. I only play with good girls."

She whimpered softly. His hand came up to grip her jaw, turning her face to look into the mirror. He had her spread out to him, his other large hand splayed on her lower stomach and public mound. "How can you see this beautiful body, those eyes, those legs, every fucking day and not realize how beautiful you are? Say. It."

Kaylee swallowed thickly as he watched her. "I'm beautiful," Azriel's hand on her chin moved to her throat, gripping gently. His other hand moved lower again, cupping her sex as he groaned at the feeling of her dripping for him.

"Again." He commanded.

"I'm beautiful," a single finger moved through her folds, gathering wetness.

"Again, honeybee."

"I'm beautiful." Azriel pushed his finger into her tight entrance, rewarding her obedience. "Fuck, Az." He slowly pulled it out, pushing it back in again. Watching her watch him.

"Look at how pretty you look right now with your cunt swallowing my finger." She blushed instantly at his words, moaning as he curled the digit into a spot she had never found before. "Such a pretty cunt, Kaylee." He slipped a second finger in, the stretch almost burning as Kaylee moaned. "Has anyone else played with you, beautiful? Or is this tight little hole all mine?" He knew immediately based on the blush and smirked. "Say red if you want to stop at any point, baby."

His fingers began moving inside of her as he continued to force her to watch. He was opening and closing them like scissors, curling them into that spot teasingly, pulling them out just to push them back in so slowly. "You smell so fucking divine, baby. I bet you taste like heaven." He growled in her ear as she tried to look at him. He ripped his fingers from her, smacking her soaked cunt lightly. He delighted in the squeal that left her throat followed by a whine. "Eyes stay on the mirror." He pushed his fingers back in, palm grazing the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. "Follow my rules and I will reward you, Kaylee. Break them and I will have to teach you some lessons. Am I understood?"

"Yes," she nodded as best she could with the hand still holding her throat.

"Yes sir," he corrected her.

"Yes sir." He nodded and began to pleasure her again, shadows moving in play with her peaked nipples. A heat Kaylee had rarely experienced in her self exploration began to build in her stomach. A coil was tightening and building quickly as she moaned more and more. Azriel was smirking watching her, feeling her walls fluttering around his fingers. "Az," she lost her thoughts as he put pressure on her clit again.

"I know, Kaylee. I can tell. Do you want to cum? Want to soak my hand like a good girl?" She began nodding eagerly. "Do you deserve to?"

"Yes sir." She answered instantly. A smile bloomed on his face. "Please?"

"Tell me why you deserve to cum."

"Because I was good, and I listened-" She moaned loudly as his fingers began constantly curling into that spot, his palm constantly running over her clit. "Sir. Please."

"Tell me one last time what I want to hear."

"I'm beautiful."

"Yes you are, baby. Cum for me." Kaylee finished stunningly. Her back arching slightly as her hips began to ride his hand. Her lips parted in a silent scream as that coil snapped. Azriel watched in bliss, eyes wide as hers squeezed shut and her cunt pulsed around his fingers, soaking them like he had predicted.

He slowed his movements, riding her high out gently as he whispered praise in her ear. He slowly removed his fingers from her but forced her to watch him in the mirror again. He put them in his mouth, the feral being inside of him growling at the taste of her pleasure and essence. He sucked and licked his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact with her. "Heaven." He confirmed before turning her in his arms. "You taste like heaven."

She fell asleep in his arms that night, his naked body pressed tight against hers. She had stopped before it went too far, wanting to wait to cross that line fully once they had looked into fae and human couplings more. Azriel had played with her hair before falling asleep as well.

He had relectantly drug himself out of her bed, only waking her to kiss her goodbye as the sun began to rise.

The next visit was silent and tense. "How long has she been missing?" Cassian asked softly. "When was she last seen?"

Elain shook her head. "She was at the healing house. They said a man came, asking for her specifically by name and claiming his son had fallen ill. Kaylee is known for her work with children. She hasn't been seen since."

Rhys rolled his eyes. "Right. We got that. How long ago was it?" Feyre was holding Azriel's hand tightly as the male tried to school his expression and breath.

"About two weeks ago." Nesta finally answered.

"Our sister has been gone for two weeks, and you haven't looked for her?"

"It wouldn't be the firs-" Cassian cut Nesta off with a single hand raised to her.

"I do not want to hear your excuses. Az?"

"I will find her." The shadow singer said softly. "She should have one shadow with her. If it hasn't come back to me-" His jaw tightened. The sentence didn't need to be finished as he and Rhys made eye contact and the high lord nodded. It was clear to all of the fae in the room. Kaylee was alive, but possibly in danger.

Somewhere in Hybern, Kaylee pulled her knees to her chest as she sat locked in a dark cell. Fae males were guarding her as she sniffled and cried for what felt like the 1000th time today.

She had been forced to bathe and dine with a king. One who whispered in her ear what he planned to do to her, to her sisters, before hurting her, using her, laughing while she cried and a human male watched.

Kaylee watched from the corner of her eye as the little shadow that followed her returned with more. One tried to approach the cell before falling still on the ground and regrouping to join the other ones.

She was losing hope. Hope that Rhys could hear her as she screamed for him mentally. Hope that Feyre would come save her. Losing hope that anyone could come save her. Kaylee fiddled with the chain of her necklace as she cried harder. Help me, she pleaded mentally to anyone listening. Someone please help me.

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Kaylee didn't bother fighting the guards pulling her into the throne room. She knew the pathway well at this point. Nesta was struggling, Elain was crying. Kaylee just walked, numb to all of it. Nesta and Elain were stopped at a certain point while Kaylee was dragged to the King of Hybern and forced to sit at his feet.

Rhys growled loudly at the sight of her. "What did you do to her?! Kaylee! Honey, look at me!" She refused to look at Rhysand, wrapping her hand around the King's calf and playing the part of the good little toy he had forced her to become.

"You and Kaylee have something in common now dear Rhysand. You're both little pleasure whores." The king tilted her jaw, eyes sparkling with the lifelessness he found in Kaylee's. "The only difference is my toy had to be broken into submission while you handed yours away freely."

He dropped her jaw and Kaylee zoned out, waiting for what she knew was coming, almost begging for it. She blocked out Elain's screams. She blocked out the panic as Nesta stayed in too long. She blocked out the image of Cassian reaching for her older sister despite being nearly unconscious.

"Put my pet in. I want to see if she's worth breeding once she is fae." A soft growl snapped Kaylee back to reality. She knew it was Azriel. She knew he was dying. She almost fought as the Hybern guards gripped her arms, but it all went limp as one realized what she was about to do and back handed her. "Evidently there is some fight left in her. No matter, that can be fixed."

Kaylee allowed them to drag and lift her. She heard Feyre scream as Rhys held her back. But all Kaylee felt was water and cold and pain.

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Azriel woke up in his own bed, squeezing his eyes shut before his hands shot to his chest. "You're fully healed," a tired voice came from the corner as Rhysand stood. "You've been asleep for 3 days."

"Cassian-" Azriel began coughing and Rhysand handed him water.

"Asleep in his room. He's been awake off and on. His wings will be fine. Just a slow healing process." Rhysand sat on the edge of Azriel's bed. "Feyre is in Spring acting as a spy. She is okay." Rhysand handed Azriel broth, hoping to help him build strength. "Nesta and Elain are awake. Traumatized, but awake and alive." He watched as Rhysand swallowed thickly. "Kaylee hasn't woken up yet. She shows no signs of waking up anytime soon. Madja and her team are monitoring her day and night. I am going into her mind every so often looking for changes."

"Take me to her." Rhysand sighed heavily at the request. "Rhys. Take me to Kaylee. Please."

The high lord nodded. "They all have powers now, Az. We can't tell what they all are, but be aware, Kaylee's body is strumming with her magic. I don't know why or what she is, but she's dangerous, Az."

Azriel nodded, moving to stand and walk with Rhys. "Did Cassian?"

"The bond snapped for him the second he saw her. We were correct. Just like I have a feeling we're about to be again." He opened the door to the room next to Azriel's.

The brothers entered the room quietly and Azriel released a soft sob. Kaylee was asleep, hair spread out on the pillow as she took deep breaths. Azriel knew what Rhysand meant immediately. Her power was intoxicating, all consuming. His eyes flicked to the birds and other animals watching from the ledge of her balcony. He shot Rhysand a questioning look, and the High Lord shrugged.

Azriel began to note the changes in her. Her ears had changed shape, her limbs slightly longer, cheekbones higher. He fixed her necklace, and removed her earrings gently. Azriel took her small hand in his, ignoring the strumming glittering bond that snapped the second he touched her.

Rhys paused as he studied the light of it. "Azriel, did you two?"

"Not to the full extent, no." His brother was stroking her head. "We played. That's it." Rhys nodded. Grabbing two chairs so they could sit with her.

He was in Kaylee's mind. She was dreaming about walking through the woods and countless animals and lesser fae. Her mind showed no signs of waking her anytime soon. "I have Amren looking into her dream symbolism and her sudden new furry and feathery friends, we have guesses, but-"

"All we can do is wait?" Azriel's voice was desperate as he kissed Kaylee's cold fingers.

"Correct. All we can do is wait."

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The Pull of Gravity

Pairing: Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Female Reader Summary: Bucky has a chat with Steve about his new friend. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: Shifters, flirting, tension, teasing, slight possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: More Wolfie and Little Red! ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Dividers by the amazing @firefly-graphics .❤️Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

One of the most important rules of the eastern territory was that nothing and no one was allowed to disrupt the sanctuary of the land. It was a place for Bucky and the other shifters in the pack to shut out the rest of the world and be themselves without judgment or fear. They deserved a home with peace and security.

Watching you in the garden, he wondered if you were going to shake things up.

What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t know you. Other than that you're a little badass fox who can help in getting rid of a body. And spirited and beautiful and-

"Talk," Steve said.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at his best friend's authoritative tone. Growing up, Steve's growl was worse than his bite. That was only because he was so small. A late bloomer, his wolf form was one of the largest and strongest he had ever seen. And he was an affectionate punk.

"I'm not a dog. I don't speak on command."

Steve sighed, running a hand through his blond hair. "Would you mind explaining why there's a fox playing in our flowers? I'm sure there's a good reason and I'd love to hear it," he said, not as entranced with you as he was.

Good. One of us needs to be logical.

It took a moment for Bucky to respond since he was too busy watching you roll around, bringing a small smile to his face as your red fur blurred through the petals. “A hunter was tracking her near the border of our land and she handled it before I stepped in,” he said.

"The body?"

"Buried and we covered our tracks," he told him. Even if someone managed to find the man, no one would be able to trace it back to them. It wasn't the first time they had to put someone in the ground.

“She was alone?” Steve asked curiously. Bucky nodded in confirmation. “What was she doing there?”

“The hunter was killing smaller animals in the western territory, so she lured him here. She figured a larger creature could handle him if she couldn’t,” he explained, his gaze soft as he watched your tail flick.

"Smart strategy, if not dangerous. What if you hadn't stumbled upon her? She could’ve been hurt," he said.

Bucky had a hard time not smiling as you sat up to stare at his friend. "I think she can handle herself," he admitted, as much as he didn't want to. He liked to think you needed him in some capacity.

"Did she follow you here?"

“No,” he answered, clearing his throat a little as he crossed his arms. “I may have asked her to come here.”

Steve gave his friend a thoughtful look. He was a man who thrived on doing the right thing, but he also didn’t want to compromise the safety of the place they made their home. "Why did you do that?"

Bucky glanced at you before he looked away. “I offered to get her safely back to the border after we buried the body, but…” he trailed off as he thought back to the conversation he had with you.

"Well, that's that," you said, brushing the dirt off your hands. You weren't afraid to get your hands dirty as the two of you buried the man, along with his bow and arrows. "Finished up quicker than I thought."

"Not eager to leave, are you?" he asked casually, wiping his head with the back of his hand. He wasn't ready to take you back.

"As much fun as it is to put hunters in the dirt,” you winked, stretching your arms above your head with a hum. He wasn’t sure how he managed to concentrate without staring at your chest. “I figured you'd want to lead me back so I can be on my way and you can go home quicker."

"The shifters I live with are used to me being out late," he said, stretching a bit himself. "I'm sure they'd like to meet you."

"I doubt that," you said, looking behind you. "Ready?"

Bucky's brow furrowed. "Why wouldn't they want to meet you?" he asked.

"Because I'm a stranger who killed a hunter in your land," you said, your expression blank. "Can we just go?"

"Okay," he said, ignoring the sinking feeling of you brushing him off. He understood that some foxes by nature preferred to be on their own, but he thought it would be nice for you to meet others like yourself. "So, what is your way once you get past the border?"

“Why? You planning on paying me a visit?” you smiled. "Take a roll on the dirt with me?"

In more ways than one.

"I'd offer a roll right now if we didn't need to get going," he smirked. As much as he didn't want to, he could see you itching to leave. “You said you came from the west, but is that where you’re living?” he questioned, curious to know even though you had no reason to give him an answer.

“It’s where I’ve been staying, but I'll likely move on soon.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped, hoping you wouldn't go too far away. “When are you going to leave?”

“Why are you asking so many questions?” you snapped, putting your hands on your hips. You didn’t back away or appear guarded, but the slight defense in your voice gave away that you didn’t want him prying. “Why do you want to know so badly?”

Bucky shrugged a shoulder, but it felt anything but casual. “You said you were used to going it alone, but maybe I want to make sure you’re safe. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yeah, it is. Because it's always ulterior motives or people looking out for themselves,” you said, kicking a bit of dirt toward the grave with a flash of fury in your eyes. He wondered what happened to give you that mindset, but knew it wasn’t the time to ask. “I’ve been on my own for years and I’ve been just fine, thank you."

"The thing is, you don't have to be," he said, taking a slow step forward as surprise filled your beautiful eyes. He had a feeling that if he moved too quickly or invaded your space, you’d run. And it wouldn’t be the fun kind of chase. "I don't know your story and you don't owe it to me, but I do want to help if you need it."

"I didn't mean to snap at you, okay?" you said, your tone softer as your arms dropped to your side. He kept still when you moved close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from your body. "I can sense that you aren't a bad guy and I appreciate that you want to help, but I’m not your responsibility, Wolfie.”

“I know you’re not,” he said, his hands itching with the need to touch you. “But maybe I’m not ready for you to go yet, Little Red.”

"Why is that?" you whispered, placing your hand on his cheek as his heart raced, your scent invading his senses once again.

Bucky couldn't say he felt a pull toward you. It would sound crazy. He had to word it carefully. "I just want to get to know you a bit more and, maybe, there's a part of you that wants to get to know me, too."

Your soft expression shifted to something a bit more sultry. "Not ready to let me go and you haven't even had sex with me," you teased.

Bucky didn't kiss you, but he did lean in close enough to feel your breath mingle with his. "If we have sex, you won't want to let me go."

Cocky, but true.

"I knew I liked you, Wolfie," you smiled, your playful demeanor back in full swing. "And maybe I wouldn't mind seeing your place, if you're really offering. It doesn't mean I'm staying though."

Maybe I can convince you to stick around.

"Let's go then."

"But what?" Steve asked.

"I just thought it would be better if she stayed here for the night instead of letting her go off by herself," Bucky replied, not wanting to say more on the subject as you continued to stare at them.

"But she doesn't want to meet the others?"

"Maybe after she gets some rest," Bucky said, though you weren't acting tired at all. "I'm trying not to overwhelm her."

“Does she realize we’re talking about her?”

Bucky smiled when you barked, loudly. "Yeah, she knows."

The blonde held up his hands when you barked again. “I mean no harm. I’m just trying to get some answers.”

You stretched before you trotted over to Steve’s feet and looked up at him, not blinking as you assessed him. Bucky wondered what was going through his friend's head. The guy was massively built, like him, but you stared him down like his size didn't matter.

"I'm Steve. It's nice to meet you," he said, reaching a hand out to pet you before he decided against it.

Smart move.

Seemingly satisfied with what you saw after a moment, you went to Bucky and carefully climbed up his leg and side. Steve’s eyebrows shot up, not bothering to hide his surprise as you gracefully curled in the brunette’s arms. It had to be quite the sight.

"Are you not going to shift?" Bucky asked.

You yawned and closed your eyes like you didn't hear him.

Why aren’t you showing Steve your human side? Are you nervous to meet everyone? Or are you just being careful?

“I’m not just going to stand here and hold you while we talk, Little Red,” he said, a slight growl in his voice. Instead of jumping out of his arms or cowering, you huffed and lightly nipped his forearm. It didn’t hurt. If anything, he liked it. “Fine. I’ll hold you.”

Steve covered up his laugh with a small cough when you nuzzled against Bucky with a satisfied hum. “Little Red, huh?”

“It’s what she said to call her. Well, what I can call her,” Bucky said, stating your real name.

"She seems to like you," Steve mused.

You gently barked, a happy sound, and moved your head to his chest.

"I like her, too," he said, running a hand along your fur as he glanced down at you, your eyes crinkling as you stared back.

Fucking adorable and probably two seconds away from biting my chin.

"And she's just staying for the night?"

Bucky didn't give him an answer as you tilted your head. He didn't want to say "yes" and make you think you weren't welcome. He also didn't want to say "no" and pressure you to stay.

As if you sensed Bucky's dilemma, you sprang free from his hold and landed gracefully on your paws. He stepped back to give you room when your bones began to shift, your red fur gone within moments as your naked human form appeared. Steve averted his eyes as you stood, the gentleman shifter he was since he didn't know you. He was thankful he didn't have to growl at his best friend to look away.

Even though I have no claim over you.

"Nice to meet you, too, Steve. I like this place," you said, giving Bucky an amused glance when Steve continued to look off in the distance. "Will he not look at me? I'm sure it's nothing he hasn't seen before."

"Just being polite," he said.

"I'm not after you bit me," Bucky said, wondering how much lust was in his eyes when he saw your nipples harden in the breeze.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his heated gaze. "Relax. It was a love bite and you enjoyed it."

Just a little.

"And, Steve, I'm curious. Will anyone get mad if Wolfie and I fuck in the flowers?" you asked, giggling when he chortled.

"Um. Natasha might ask that you put new seeds in if you make a mess of it."

Really, Steve?

Glancing below Bucky's waist, you smirked, a hint of arousal in the air. "Oh, I'm sure it'll be a mess. And I doubt he'll have any trouble filling a hole with seed," you said. Before Bucky could drag you over and pin you down, you turned and went back to the garden with a swish of your hips. "But maybe later. For now, I'm making you both flower crowns."

Fucking tease. You're going to drive me crazy.

"I'm not wearing a flower crown!" Bucky called after you.

"Yes, you are!" you called back.

Yes, I am.

"She's, um, bold," Steve commented, clearing his throat again as he finally turned his head. "And did she call you Wolfie?" he asked, not covering up his laughter this time when Bucky snarled.

"Tell Sam and I'll rearrange your face," he threatened.

"I'd like to see you try," Steve said as his laughter died down. "She can stay as long as she wants."

"Just like that?" Bucky asked. Was he sure? He knew it was a lot to have someone unfamiliar there.

"Just like that," he nodded. "You like her and I trust your judgment. And, like I said, she seems to like you, too. I have a feeling that doesn't come easy to her."

"Thanks," Bucky said. It meant a lot that he was willing to take a chance on you. "And I have that same feeling."

"I wonder why that is."

Bucky watched as you chose a few flowers, your eyes narrowed in concentration as you made a crown. "I don't know, but I hope she knows she's safe here."

His home was his kingdom. He had freedom and his friends who were practically family. But as you looked over at him with a smile, he didn't realize he was missing a queen to run along beside him.

Until now.

Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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goobygnarp · 4 months

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one day my grandma took me to a thrift store. It sat in the corner of a strip shop with big bold red letters that just read simple.

THRIFT STORE.

It hung under the arch protected by sun, rain, snow or whatever weather we decided to travel there for, and greeted us all the same like that day she took me.

i can't remember what we went there for, my grandma never was one to follow in her original plans. the kind who is on the highway when she assures you she's down the street. the one who says she's going to one place five stores later.

what we went there for would most likely be no different. At least not to her. for me, it was the same ol same ol. Surely we'd go there for clothes and spend hours sifting through clothes or searching for the signs hanging on the ceiling that would tell us what deals they have that day.

That is till I walked near the section where they have holiday themed items for sale. old decor made to coax elderly eyes with dull colors, floral designs and antiques. But some of these items would be plushies, dolls and toys for the kiddos.

And I was kiddo.

there sitting with her legs hung over the ledge, her fat feet weighed down, hands right at her side, ears drapped behind her head that covered a good portion of her back that once picked up, you'd see a nubby tail turning her around.

her head resembled that of an egg shape, two glass like eyes that had a brown ring. her nose threaded into a triangle with a line that trailed down into a smile when you tilted her head up.

her pink was washed out but still enough to catch my attention. her arms and legs dangled heavily from the beads that resided inside, sitting with ease with the same beads in her body.

She was adorable. not like the other stuff bears and bunnies that were shadowed by her greatness. I loved her and everything about her. showing her to my grandma who just simply plucked her from my hands and placed her onto the checkout counter without second thought. i guess my love for her was mine and mine alone.

Once we got home, she was my show and tell project. many of my cousins or aunts and even my sibling got to meet her. She was all our toys' best friend. even when love got to her, where change became known when her eye fell out. my sibling super glued it back in and she was still loved all the same.

my love for her was mine and mine alone.

such love became potent and spread to my younger cousin, who at the time drove me up the entire state building. any moment she could, she'd have that bunny in her arms, causing fights between herself and I just to let my plush go.

but age won in my cousin's favor. she was younger and treated with ease as i would be told to let her play with it. even so much as allowing said little cousin to leave the house with her when going to a store.

My love to her was mine and mine alone. I thought.

any moment she'd return back to me, I'd make sure to keep her with me till she had to join the rest of the toys in a dark closet ready for the next kid who decided to play with her.

Unfortunately, details of a move have been lost in time, as now in a new house, i only recall the last time I saw her. she sat the same way I found her.

her legs dangled over the shelf ledge , arms at her side and ears drapped behind her. although accompanied by fake plants and picture frames, she looked a little squished. still cute. still loved.

and never seen again.

i can't remember how i lost her. i had this idea that my little cousin stole her in secret , making it so any time i'd visit said cousin, id sneak a look in their toybox in search for my plushie.

but she was not there. she wasn't anywhere. and in the years that's passed, she's somewhere still being adorable and hopefully loved.

her love was mine and mine alone.

Her name was panini. She had a lot of friends and loved to wear dresses and make friends.

if i find her again.

her love will be mine and mine alone.

#goob writes #i loved her very much

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randomsillyfangirl · 10 months

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Oliver Otto x Reader

To start this off. Ik many people think that Oliver is gay, which is alright and people are allowed to think whatever they want! Me personally, I don't really give him a label. But I do think he likes girls, since he's shown much interest in them. I do not mean any harm with this post! If you do not like it- please just scroll away 💕

But anyway, again I will still be writing Pablo Gavi x Reader. I'm just watching American House Wives rn and am obsessed with Oliver lol

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You and your family just moved to WestPort. Your father was a famous author while your mom was the ceo of a famous book company- matched made in heaven. You were an only child, their only daughter. And in a whole new country.

In the first week of your family moving your mom and Katie became besties, your dad and Gregg became friends. But you? You felt so alone. Everyone else seemed to be snobby. You didn't like them- you weren't raised like a WestPort kid.

Your family was going to the Ottos house, they invited you to their home for a barbeque. " and young lady, you better not be on your phone or reading the whole time we're there! " your mother warned and you sighed, you really missed home and didn't wanna be around WestPort type people.

Thankfully the Ottos weren't those snobby WestPort people, but you still wanted to be alone. Taylor tried talking to you, and you two did have a conversation. " what sports are you into? " Taylor asked, but before you could respond Oliver started to insult his sister, " all sports are useless they're to get into college. You're just wasting your time. " he said and you rolled your eyes.

" actually, that's not true. What's more important is experience." you corrected him, when you made eye contact with him you had to hold back a smile, he's so cute.

Oliver was going to give you a response before Taylor stopped his comment. " you dress so... Let me dress you!! " she started to beg. You sighed and nodded, " mom, me and Taylor are going to our place to try on clothes." you told your mom, but Katie demanded that you bring Oliver too.

At your place, Taylor went through your closest. " you have really cute clothes! Why don't you wear them?" Taylor asked. " because WestPort kids don't." you sighed sitting on three bed. Oliver stood against the wall, looking around your room.

(See below for the outfit + hair Taylor chose for you)

When Oliver saw you, he smiled. Taylor noticed and her jaw dropped abit- Oliver wasn't being a bitch? What's going on!

Oliver coughed to signal to his sister to stop being weird. You smiled back at Oliver. " you're in my English, aren't you?" you asked looking at him. He nodded and chuckled, " don't forget, also in your biology." you nodded and laughed, " almost forgot."

Taylor went to ' go to the bathroom '- aka give you two some time to talk. " why'd you move to WestPort? You seem like you hate it. " Oliver asked. You sighed, " my parents wanted to expand their business from (your country) to the states too. And here, we can make connections. Everyone loves it here but me." you sighed again. Oliver sat next to you, " trust me. It gets better."

The next day at school, you wore another outfit Taylor recommend for you. (See pictures below) You didn't have any friends, so you walked in alone. You got alot of attention. You weren't wearing skinny jeans that cost $300 with some ugly expensive grandma sweater. You were wearing a Pinterest type outfit that probably cost you $20, excluding the shoes.

You were getting attention from the girls, more of them questioning you. But the boys? They liked your outfit. Yawning, you walked to your class, you could feel peoples eyes on you and you hated it.

Oliver watched you walk in. " isn't she pretty? " he heard one of the guys say and Oliver nodded. Cooper nudged his shoulder, " ceo and successful writers daughter right? Perfect for your mission. " he teased, but Oliver wasn't listening; all his focus was on you.

In English, it was a pair assignment. Cooper wasn't in his class, so nobody interrupted his plan to ask yo- who the hell is that? Some WestPort snobby guy was asking you to be his partner. " so darling, you do the work my dad will do m- " the guy was proposing his idea until you interrupted, " I'd rather get hit by a car." which seemed to annoy him. You looked over at Oliver and smiled, giving him the confidence to ask you to be his partner.

" You? Me? Working together? What do you think? " Oliver said sitting next to you. You smiled and nodded, " I'd like that. We can go to my place after school? Since I've been to yours already " you chuckled and he did as well, " I've always wondered what the house of a ceo and writer looks like. " he said making you laugh.

You lived in one of the larger houses in WestPort. Oliver was checking out the place, amazed, it was a gorgeous house. You sighed, " sorry it's not very fun.." . " it's amazing!! " Oliver basically screamed, hearing an echo. You shook your head but chuckled, " it looks nice.. But it's lonely " Oliver listened to your words, " yeah, like cooper.. " he said, sighing to keep talking " but hey, you'll make plenty of friends." he said smiling, making you smile.

You looked at him, " wanna see all the useless and expensive crap I have? " he nodded repeatedly, " umm yeah! " and his reaction made you laugh. Going into one room, " this is where my dad keeps these random glass statues. " going on into another, " my moms old coats, boringggg " and then finally, " my records and record players " you said, going into the room next to your room.

In your room, you two started your group project. Your project would last for half the school year- a massive school project.

But the two of you started to get really close during the time. He was your friend friend in WestPort, other than Taylor.

" so I was thinking, we hang out. My place. " Oliver proposed the idea to you. You nodded, " yeah sure, I'll bring the study stu- " you were saying until Oliver intrupred. " no no. No books. Just you and me. Hanging out." he clarified. You smiled and felt you cheeks go light red, " I'd like that." you told him, making him smile too.

You two went up to his room later that day. You sat on his bed, " sooo, what we doin?" you asked him. He looked at you, a little panicked, " what are we doing?" he repeated and you looked confused.

" you have no plan? "You said and then laughed at the lack of response. You weren't laughed at him, you were laughing because it was sweet. You got up," wanna see what we just got at my place? " and Oliver nodded, so you took him to your place to show him.

Your parents got in a massive library. You ran to one of the shelves, grabbing the ladder and climbing up, " there's a book in here that reminded me of you!!" you yelled, looking for the book. By ' reminded ' you meant ' I specifically asked for this book, to give to you. ' hey, that's how girls work.

You came back down to him with a book, before you could speak Oliver already took the words out of your mouth, " how did you know I wanted this book!? " well maybe not exactly what you'd say, just rearrange it.

You nodded, " thought you'd like it." you gave it to the brunette. " you can have it." And you both smiled. Oliver coughed, " I was wondering if tomorrow, you and me, alone, go out somewhere. No studying, but this time I'll have a plan.." he said, fidgeting with the corners of the book.

You smiled and nodded, " I'd like that.." Oliver was trying to ask you on a date, Taylor said that he should.. " she likes you! " Taylor yelled at Oliver. " but how do i ask her? If I ask her to go out- she'll assume it's got studying! " Oliver argued. Taylor laughed, " then ask her to go out alone, and mention no study. And people call me dumb." Taylor scoffed.

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I hope you enjoyed!! <3

Ik this is all over the place- but I actually had fun writing this.

For the people who asked to be tagged in a oliver otto x reader post: @y4sm1nsstuff @animesimp3456 @hunterluvr

#american housewives #oliver otto x reader #oliver otto #literally I'm the only one who wanted this

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slayfics · 4 months

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A Ride Home

Katsuki takes you home.

Warnings: Angst | Denki aged up | Katsuki aged up | NSFW themes | Denki is kind of a scumbag in this sorry ;-;

Part Two

You sat in the passenger seat of Katsuki's car in a daze. You hadn't expected to spend just a little over an hour at the party. But- after being left behind by Denki, your party spirit had vanished.

Even after all the flirting from Denki making you feel special, he had quickly left you alone to talk to other girls at the party. The hurt still stung- but at least you'd be home soon.

"Cut it out," Katsuki huffed, as he drove down the road.

"Hu?" You mumbled, confused, and taken out of your thoughts.

"I told you to forget him- so stop looking so damn pathetic," he replied.

"Well, geez I'm fucking sorry my pain is such an inconvenience to you. It's not that easy to get over you know," You replied harshly. It wasn't like you were moping around on purpose. The events just happened moments ago, and it would take a bit longer than a few minutes to extinguish the crush you'd had on Denki for months now. Especially, after all the attention he gave you that made it seem like he felt the same way.

"Yeah, it is- there isn't anything special about dunce face. There are a ton of run-of-the-mill heroes running around just like him," Katsuki said.

"What!? How could you say that about your friend? Kaminari is special! I don't think I've met anyone else that could make me laugh like he could," you said solemnly, reminiscing on memories with Denki.

"A damn TikToc video can make you laugh- so there. He's not that irreplaceable. You'll be fine," Katsuki said and pulled into a gas station.

"You need gas?" You asked, changing the subject.

"Nah," he said, parking outside the convenience store attached to the gas station.

"Then what did you stop for?"

"To get ya some fucking ice cream or something- isn't that the protocol for break ups or- whatever this is?"

You stared at Katsuki shocked. You hadn't expected a kind gesture from him.

"Don't look at me that way!" he said, flustered by the doe eyes you gave him. "Do you want some or not?!"

His raised voice gave you a startle, "I actually would prefer some Hot Cheetos," you answered.

"Those are unhealthy as shit but- I'll allow it since you're sad and... those are spicy so- I respect it," he said and got out of the car. "I'll be right back, just stay here and put your address in the navigation while I'm gone," he said, shutting his door and making his way inside.

You typed your address in and then watched through the window as Katsuki wandered around the brightly lit convince store picking out your chips and paying at the counter. As you watched, you couldn't help but notice how the bright lighting accentuated his features. He definitely wasn't ugly. Your phone buzzed bringing you out of your trance.

It was a message from Denki.

Hey! Where'd ya go cutie?

You stared at your phone, unsure of what to do. Did he miss you? Why was he messaging you now?

The car door opened, and before Katsuki could think to speak, you were at him with panicked words.

"Denki texted me! What do I do?!" You asked, waving your phone in his face.

Katsuki scrunched up his nose and swatted at your phone, "I don't give a damn what you do," he replied bluntly and threw the chips in your lap.

"Why would he text me though?! He was flirting with that other girl!" You said in dismay.

"Probably wasn't getting lucky with her- so now he's back to trying with you," Katsuki said without thinking how that answer would upset you.

Your mouth hung open, "Are you serious?" you questioned, eyes full of sorrow.

"Tch- if you look any more like a damsel in distress, I'm kicking you out of this car!" Katsuki said annoyed, as he started the car up and began to drive to your place.

Your phone began to ring, "Oh crap, he's calling me!" You said alarmed. "What do I do?!"

Katsuki just gave you an irritated look that said all you needed to know. He was fed up with the situation.

You answered and brought the phone up to your ear, "Hey..."

"Hey! I've been looking everywhere for you! Where did you run off to?" Denki's voice sang on the other line. It hurt to hear his voice so cheerful, you would have loved to hear that sentence if you didn't know what you knew now.

"I uh- I left," You mumbled back into the phone.

"Left!? No way- I would have taken you home cutie! Did Mina drop you off or something?" He asked innocently.

"Uh no- Bakugo is taking me home," you answered.

"What..." Denki said flatly- his demeanor completely changed. All the sweetness in his voice had run dry.

"Yeah- I uh... wasn't feeling good- and you know he was sober so- he's driving me home." You answered.

"Mhm," Denki grunted pointedly into the phone.

"I hope you have fun though- I'll talk to you later, ok!" You said nervously into the phone.

"Wait-!" Denki yelled, but you had already ended the call.

Katsuki chuckled, "How did he take that information?"

"I don't know... I don't think I've ever heard him sound like that before... he sounded mad," you replied.

"Hah- don't think too much of it, idiot is getting what he deserves. To be alone," Katsuki exclaimed.

A notification dinged and came up on the screen in Katsuki's car- his text messages were synced to the dash. You leaned over to see it was from Denki. Denki had texted Katsuki-

The hell you doing man?

Katuski's eyes grazed the message, then focused back on the road.

"He texted you," you said stating the obvious hoping Katsuki would say something.

"Course he did- he'll do it again too," He responded.

Just as Katsuki predicted, another message came in from Denki.

Bring her back dude. That's not fair I had dibs.

"Dibs?! What the fuck does that mean?!" You said, snapping your eyes to Katsuki- furry now bubbling in your stomach.

Katsuki just sighed in frustration, "Told you- to forget him. Didn't I?"

"Wait-... is that why you're taking me home?! You're just trying to get lucky too?!" You accused Katsuki.

"The fuck!? Of course not! I'm not some damn perv like spark plug! Accuse me of that again and I'll kick your ass out little shit," Katsuki barked.

You looked out the window feeling slightly embarrassed, "I'm sorry.... I just don't know what to think anymore."

"Look- Kaminari's been feeling really big-headed since graduating being a pro hero and what not- so... he's probably not going to be settling down anytime soon. Do you get it now? Or do I need to spell it out for you even more?" Katsuki asked, stealing a glance at you looking out the window.

You sniffed and failed at holding back tears. You got the message loud and clear now.

"Fuck... don't do that- don't cry about it," Katsuki said.

You wiped your tears on your sleeve bringing in another big sniff, "I'm not-," You lied. "But... what do I do now Bakugo?"

"The hell do you mean? Just live your life- you'll forget about him- and eat your damn Hot Cheetos-," Katsuki suggested, causing you to laugh.

"You're right these will solve everything," You giggled, shaking the chips.

A small smile crept on Katsuki's face at your laughter. "Look- he's going to keep getting drunk so- he will probably call you again. He'll try to find any excuse to come over. Don't let him- unless you want more heartbreak," Katsuki recommended, as he parked out in front of your place.

"Ok," you nodded in agreement. "Believe me I don't want to see him again after tonight," You said unbuckling your seat belt. "Thanks for the ride home- and the chips," you said, and got out of the car.

Katsuki grunted in acknowledgment and waved a hand at you before taking off. You let out a deep sigh and made your way into your place.

You threw off your uncomfortable shoes and plopped yourself down on the floor. What a shitty night, you thought- but as you stared at the Hot Cheetos a smile crept on your face. Then, just as Katsuki had speculated- Denki was calling again. You watched the screen on your phone light up with his face. Such a cute picture you had taken of him- Once your phone stopped ringing you called Katsuki.

"What the hell do you want now? Thought this nightmare was over," He complained into the phone, that was on speaker in his car.

"You're right- he's calling me again," You answered, as you spoke over the phone the other line buzzed. Denki was calling again.

"So don't answer," Katsuki said as if it was just that easy.

"Yeah...," You mumbled solemnly into the phone- and Katsuki didn't know why but his stomach turned at the sadness in your voice.

"Or-... if you really want to piss him off- I can turn around and answer it for you." Katsuki offered.

A smile beamed on your face- " Yeah... I think I'd like that," You answered and pulled the bag of Hot Cheetos over.

This started as a Denki x reader and kind of ended as a Katsuki x reader. Ops- I couldn’t control what came out of me when I sat down to type it haha- Thank you for reading hope you enjoyed the ride!

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @derangedmango @surgerbaby

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spookypete-94 · 7 months

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I Know You

Vampire!GhostxFem!reader

Follows the old wives tales and legends of vampires.

Reader makes friends with Ghost, but does not realize he is hunting her in a game of cat and mouse.

SFW for now, and perhaps make a NSFW chapter later down the road.

CW: blood, biting, swearing

Happy Halloween!

It was not a common thing that Y/N visited a bar after work by herself, but after the shift she had just completed at her job, it was more than deserved. Holding her head in one of her hands, she swirled her drink, mixing the liquor in further with the base. The burn satisfied her throat on the way down. She set down the empty glass waiting before she got up to get another one.

Before she can even stand to approach the bar, another drink is sat down next to her, and a large man is sitting down in the seat next to her.

"Hello?" She asked, not expecting someone to join her.

"Saw yours getting empty, brought you another."

Turning to fully look at this man, she sees that he is rather large. Fit for sure, his arms looked tight in his long black shirt. He wore a black mask to cover his face, thick blonde hair on his head. The skin she could see was almost a milky white. So very handsome.

"Thanks. I think?" She said, still confused. "I honestly did not come here looking for someone or a hook up if that is what you want."

"Didn't say that's what this was." Eyebrows lifted at her boldness, smiling cheekily under his mask at her response.

Realizing maybe that come off wrong and rude, she sighed. "Sorry, I had a shitty day and don't mean to take it out on you."

"Yeah? Need to talk about it?"

"No," she said, shaking her head, "got into it with my boss. Might not have a job yet, I don't know." Her shoulders shrug arms crossing across her chest, trying to show that she wasn't worried about it.

"Looking for a job then?"

Her eyes narrowed, not sure she liked what he was implying. "Watch yourself," she warned, "I already told you I'm not here looking for a hook up, even if you would pay me for it."

This made him chuckle, her warning amusing to him from someone from her stature. "Not a job like that, sweetheart. I need a maid." The way he called her made her squeeze her legs together tighter, and her mouth went dry.

"A maid?" Her voice hoarse.

"Like a house maid. I'm not home all the time and need someone to clean and take care of my home. I'd pay you, and depending on what your living situation is, you can stay with me."

"With you?"

"There is a guest home you can stay in."

This offer was appalling, to say the least. She didn't even know this man... but pay and some place to live? It would cut her expenses nearly in half.

"I don't know you."

"Then get to know me. If you would like, you could come see the property."

"What is your name?"

"You can call me Ghost."

"Ghost? The fact you won't tell me your real name isn't helping you here. There are plenty of other women here that could be your maid."

"None of them as beautiful and bold as you. Your name?"

He was so smooth, so persistent, made her heart sing. But the fact he was flattering her and flirting with her as well made her flush. She rushed her name out to him.

"Just come look at the property and decide. You don't want to, I'll leave you alone."

Maybe it was the liquor... maybe it was the way he spoke to her, but she agreed.

"Fine," she said, finishing the drink he set down beside her, setting the glass down and sliding it across the table so she could stand up. Before she can fully lift herself up, Ghost had pulled the chair out from behind her, allowing her to better turn herself out to leave.

"Thank you," she said, looking to him. Who said chivalry was dead? But the real icing on the cake was the hand on the small of her back that guided her out the door of the bar and towards his blacked out car in the parking lot. He even opened the passenger door for her? A girl could get used to that... she thought.

"So, why do you go by Ghost?"

"Just a name I was given a long time ago." A short answer that still seemed to suffice her. It was like he had her under a spell... Things she would never let anyone else say to her being enough, let alone getting into a mans car, she had no idea his intentions.

In reality, Ghost had been watching her for a long time now. Waiting for his moment to swoop in and use his ability to charm and captivate her. Calling in to her job today and making a fake complaint about Y/N to her boss, knowing it would start an argument and make her vulnerable. Stalking her, following her on the way home, delighted to see her walk into a bar where he could cause a somewhat normal interaction that would not alert her. Y/N's smell was delightful, sweetly blended with her blood, but now anxiety leaked into it from her hard day, making her scent that much stronger to him. His heart pounded, excited to be able to taste her in his own home. The idea of his teeth piercing that tender flesh of her neck replaying in his mind over and over on the drive home. Satisfied that his charm spell was still working in making her passive in his passenger seat, like she had zoned out.

Y/N watched as they left the city, driving out further into rural area. Trees turning colors and leaves blowing across the road from the turning season distracted her.

"Pretty out here," she said looking out the window.

"Sure is," he said looking at her out the corner of his eye, tongue dancing across his teeth.

They pulled up to a large black gate that opened for him, allowing him in. It looked like a beast welcoming her into it's mouth as it shut behind them... if only she had a fucking clue.

"Wow," she said, stepping out and looking up at the large cathederal type building. "You live here?" Gargoyles guarded the peaks, their faces watching her every movement as if they were alive.

"For awhile now."

The tour started outside the property, him leading through what looked like an over grown garden.

"You haven't had help for a while..." she stated, looking around. Again, another realization that would have raised a red flag for her... but this seemed alright given by his next answer.

"Haven't found anyone I like or trust enough." His voice purring next to her ear.

"Let me show you around inside, and then maybe we can discuss your contract."

He opened one of the many doors on the house, letting her in.

"Let me take your coat," he said, slipping it from her stepping forward, inhaling her sweet scent one more time. She complied, letting him slip it off of her and down her arms, hanging it on a dusty coat rack behind her. She sure would have her work cut out for her if she took him up on his offer.

He seemed to cut the tour off of the house early. It was a lot of ground to cover anyway, and he was starting to get antsy.

"Let me show you my office," he said, opening a door and leading her in. "Have a seat." He said, gesturing to a couch. "Would you like a drink? I can grab you one."

"That would be nice," she said, sitting down on the couch, arm swung over the side, turning to face him.

"I will bring you one, be right back," he said, carefully closing the door behind him and disappearing towards the kitchen.

She looked around, noticing that this room, his office, was by far a little bit cleaner than the rest of the house. Telling her he spent more time in here. There was still dust and cobwebs, but it seemed less due to him using more of the space. Looking around, she noticed a sheet over what looked to be a mirror, making her more intrigued about the place. Standing, she strided over to his desk, fingers running over the top to wipe away then thin layer.

Maybe he really wasn't here all that often... she could stay here and have all this space to herself and not have to deal with this strange man daily. Unable to control herself, she opened the drawer of his desk, the very top one in the middle. In the drawer, she found a picture of a group of men in military attire. The largest she could tell was this man that had brought her here. She turned the photo over.

To Simon, it was addressed. Thank you for your courage and duty to the Task Force 141. - John Price

Next to it was an old piece of paper. Something that looked important, like it belonged in a frame.

Simon Riley January 1st 1885. It read at the top. Was it a birth certificate? Finally, her heart and fear rushed up. Placing the items back inside and closing the drawer quickly, she approached the sheet and pulled it off the mirror, leaving it exposed.

Hearing the door knob turn, she rushed and sat down on the couch, looking up at Ghost - hoping she didn't look surprised. Two drinks in his hand, she could see a startled look on his face.

"You alright?" he asked, her smell changing to him.. laced with adrenaline and hearing her heart pound faster. He was going to have to make his move and fast, the urge rising again within him.

"I'm fine... I'm just worried about my current job is all still. Keep thinking about it," she lied, looking up at him through her lashes, hoping he would buy it.

"Oh." he said quickly, pushing the door shut behind him with his foot. Approaching her, he set the drinks down on the table, taking the seat next to her on the couch. The close proximity of Ghost, next to her, made her rise from the couch walking across the room. Choosing to not raise his suspicions, she made it look like she was looking at the artwork on the walls.

"You collect paintings?" Noticing a lot of the works on the walls were old.

"Family started a long time ago, just been adding to it."

She heard him get up off the couch. Turning her head, she watched the mirror out of the corner of her eye. And just as she assumed, there was no figure, no reflection. Her heart spiked again. Ghost noticed the fear, noticed the fear of wanting to bolt, and before she could, he had her pressed against the wall.

"Where you goin' love?" He asked into her ear, making goosebumps raise on her skin. His hands guided her hair off her neck gently.

She whimpered, trying to push him back, unable to do so. He leaned above her, the mask hiding his malicious smile. He tugged it down, exposing it... and his long canines that glimmered. How pretty... she thought.

He leaned forward, kissing her, pushing her back into his spell. It worked... making her love dumb once more. He baited her with his tongue slipping in out, wrestling with her own. Ebbing it as he pushed her further into the wall, craning her neck carefully with his hand, prepping her to place his mark.

His tongue left her mouth running over her jaw line, heading slowly in the direction of her neck.

He placed a careful bite, tasting his meal before sinking his teeth.

"Such a shame, because you really are a smart and beautiful woman," he taunted getting ready to drain her of the life force running through her veins.

"Simon Riley." she said. His taunt relighting the fire that burned in her.

"What?" he asked stunned and frustrated.

"Simon Riley." Just like that, he could no longer mark her. It wrote among the old testaments, old enough they are now considered legend, just like himself. He leaned back to look down at her, her smile wide knowing she had won.

"How-"

"I found your name in the desk. You're a vampire. That's why you wouldn't give me your actual name. It holds power over you, doesn't it? I hold power over you now. I know you." she taunted.

He growled, teeth still pronounced. How could he of failed? How did she see through it all?

She chuckled this time, matching how he did earlier at the bar.

"I find it funny, really. A vampire that goes by Ghost. How interesting." Her hands ran up his arms to his face, stroking over his cheeks now. He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes. Sympathy struck her, feeling bad for him.

"Bite me if you must. Just don't kill me." She said, her voice quiet, putting trust into him.

With that, he was over her again arms on either side of her head on the wall. "You sure, love?"

"I'm sure. Just don't kill me." She repeated.

"You really are something else..." he said, biting her neck lovingly, this time making her give a small moan. He inhaled her smell again before he disgraced her neck. He placed his teeth slowly against the skin before sinking them in. Y/N winced, the feeling intense at first. She fisted his shirt, pulling him closer and looking for comfort. He slowly drank from her, watching as he did to make sure to honor her wish of not killing her.

His hands left the sides of the wall, gripping at her waist, holding her up as she started to feel wobbly against him. Just a few more gulps, he thought, before carefully letting her go.

"You alright, love?" His voice raspy, panting as he tried to catch his breath from greedily draining her.

"Uh-huh," she said, slumping against him.

Grabbing underneath her legs, he picked her up and carried her over to the couch, laying her down on it to rest and replenish herself.

"Thank you," he said, leaning down and kissing her again. Allowing her to taste her own blood. Tired from her heart trying to make more and catch up, she left her, unable to answer, head rolling over to the side to sleep. Ghost traced the bite marks, now starting to turn a blue and purple on her neck.

"Sweet, sweet girl." he said out loud, completely baffled at why she allowed him to do this to her. His eyes roved over her form laying on his couch like one of the paintings on the wall. A work of art.

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synnamonroll666 · 7 months

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All I Have

Prompt 26: Emotional/Therapy Sex Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: When your friend suddenly goes missing, you instantly go looking for him to make sure that he is okay. However, when you find him, you discover that he is far from it. This man is broken and in desperate need of some fixing. Thankfully for him, you are willing to do anything to do just that... Warnings: Angst, Grieving!Syzoth, Mention Of Dead Wife And Son, Love Confessions, Friends To Lovers, Making Out, Clit Stimulation, Fingering, P In V, Creampie... Word Count: 2k A/N: The first person to spot the reference wins a prize. 😉💚 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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I sat in our usual spot—under the willow tree, where we hung out every day. Only this time, I was left alone. I was worried for my friend, since he had never stood me up in the year that we had been so close. Pursing my lips together, I glanced down at my watch, my heart fluttering with worrisome anxieties as I pondered where my friend could be. This wasn't right.

Standing from my spot, I stretched my limbs, which were all tight from how long I had been sitting in the same place. Then I fled from the area, leaving to look for Syzoth in every spot I could think of him being in.

I went to his home first, figuring that maybe he was unwell and needed some rest. I approached the door, raised my hand up to it, and then knocked three times. But to my disappointment, there was no answer, merely silence. After a few minutes, I raised my hand to knock on the old, worn wood once more. But after heaving a sigh, I lowered my hand, accepting the fact that my friend was not home but missing.

But just before I went to turn away, I heard something from within the walls. It was the sound of stirring—someone was inside.

"Syzoth?" I called out, hoping he would answer my worried voice. However, no more noise was heard after that. My anxieties were growing more intense, as if I felt the horrid gut feeling of a bad omen. I called for him one more time. "Syzoth, I can hear you in there!"

After being ignored again, I could no longer keep my anxious thoughts at bay. Every terrible possibility flooded into my mind, and I just had to see that my friend was alright. So I decided to break an important boundary and opened the door before cautiously entering the home without permission.

Leaving the door open, only the light from outside allowed me to see. No sunlight beamed through the windows—as they always did—since they had been covered by blankets. This worried me since Syzoth was never a believer of curtains due to needing the heat of the sun on a regular basis. Worry grew into an intoxicating panic as that pit in my stomach ate away at my nerves. Something had to be wrong if he was willingly keeping away from the light.

But then, a strange sound filtered through the darkness, greeting my ears and beckoning my curiosity forward. It sounded similar to the whimper of a saddened puppy. Hesitantly, I followed the distressed noises down the narrow hallway, which soon brought me to a door—his bedroom door.

Without much thought, my fingers curled around the handle, gripping it firmly and twisting it open. Being submerged in pure darkness—the light of the opened front door not reaching this newly uncovered room—I turned to grab a candle and match off of a nearby table. Syzoth always kept candles near each door in his house to light his way once night was upon him. There was no electricity in Outworld, so the people of the realm relied on the light of flames to see. Syzoth liked this because of the added heat it would provide him once the sun would fall to slumber each night.

I struck the match against the wick, igniting it and creating enough light for me to see. When I did this, I was finally able to see the curled-up figure of someone hiding under a mountain of blankets on the bed. The pile was trembling slightly, as though something from within was scared or hurt.

"S-Syzoth?" I called softly, fear and concern breaking my words as I spoke.

"Leave me be!" He yelled angrily. Though the blankets muffled his dry and scratchy voice, the pain was clear within it.

"Sy—"

"Go away, (Y/N)!" He cut me off, not wanting to hear what I had to say.

Despite this, I still cared and wanted to know why he was in such a state. So as much as he didn't want me to, I was going to pry until I got an answer.

"Syzoth, what's wrong? You're worrying me!" I pushed as tears pricked the corners of my eyes. He must have heard the worry in my voice, because after I spoke my confession, a sigh was heard from within the blanket pile. Just moments later, Syzoth's head poked out of the blanket. The glow of the candlelight kissed his flushed skin instantly, sweat glistening in its light as his teary eyes adjusted it.

Then he climbed out of the blankets to stand before me, seemingly having difficulty standing. It was as if his life had been drained from him, and the sight broke my heart in several pieces.

"It was just a year ago today that I found out my wife and son were murdered by that putrid sorcerer." He admitted bitterly, his voice cracking at the very end of the sentence. He hung his head, as if all the guilt festering in his mind had grown too heavy for him to carry. "I tried to save them, but I failed them."

"Syzoth, you know that wasn't your fault. You tried to save them." I consoled the grieving Zaterran. He turned away from me, walking forward to lean his head up against the wall. I could hear the quiet sobs emitting from him as his whole body began to shiver, the pain being like a cruel blizzard for the man.

"Everything is gone!" He cried out while slamming his fist against the wall. I jumped, startled by his sudden outburst. But deep down, I knew he would never hurt me—this wasn't about me. After heaving a trembling breath, he continued. "My family, my home—all because of this stupid curse! If it wasn't for this, I would have never met that bastard, and everyone would be at peace!"

"I know," I whispered as I slowly approached him from behind, setting the candle down on the table beside us to keep the room ignited in its glow. Then, I cautiously placed my hands on his tense shoulders before moving them down to wrap my arms around him tightly. "I know..."

We stayed in that warm embrace for quite a while, just listening to each other breathing in the silence of the room. Eventually, Syzoth turned in the embrace to face me and gaze down at me through his tears.

"You're all I have." He whimpered quietly, his hands moving up to cup my cheeks tightly as if to keep me from slipping away.

I raised my hands to his cheeks as well and began to gently caress the soft flesh before raising myself onto my toes so I could press my lips to his tenderly. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing; I barely gave it any thought—an act done on instinct. It didn't take long for him to melt into the kiss as well, his arms wrapping around my frame to hold me close to him.

Perhaps he found my warmth comforting. Whatever he needed, I would provide it for him. I couldn't take all of his past pain and suffering away, but I could ease it today—at least for a little while. Once we broke away from the kiss, he was quick to press his forehead against mine, like he needed as much physical contact as possible in the moment. And I was happy to give that to him, pressing my body into his as my arms wrapped around his toned form once more.

"What do you need, my sweetheart?" I asked in a tone just barely above a whisper, not even wanting to risk raising it a little bit and adding to the headache he would have from crying.

"You—I-I-I need you." His voice was now needy—desperate, like he craved nothing more than my touch. Was I shocked by his declaration? Yes... No... Maybe a mix of both? I didn't think too much about it because it simply did not matter. All that mattered was him and the road to healing from his trauma.

"Then take me." I breathed, no longer caring about the title of friendship—the line that sat between that and romance, which we had been dancing around for a year.

The next thing I knew, I was being backed up to the edge of the bed, only to be pushed down onto the soft mattress behind me. My weight instantly flattened the blanket fort, but it added a lot more comfort to the surface.

The next few minutes were a blur. All I remember is me and Syzoth, caught in a passionate assortment of kisses as our limbs tangled together in a hot mess atop the bed. I don't even recall the removal of our clothes, but once they were gone, it didn't even matter.

Syzoth moved a hand down between our heated bodies, pressing his index finger against my clit to rub it in quick circles. I moaned against his lips as his fingers struck each and every one of my little nerves, building up the electric feeling of arousal within my core quickly.

When my light arousal passed the border to ecstasy, he removed his digits from my mound to sink them within my core. His lips did not falter on my own as he scissored his fingers in my canal, stretching my walls apart to make room for a new presence.

And when that presence finally filled me, I saw fucking stars.

I gripped his shoulders tightly as he sank each thick inch into my heat slowly, the stinging sensation being too much to bear at first. But his gentle and sweet touches were the greatest contrast to it. After waiting a moment to allow me to adjust, he began to thrust. My walls hugged him perfectly, so desperate to milk him of all he had already. And he felt this as well; I could tell by the way his head fell to rest on my shoulder as a strained grunt tore from his throat.

His thrusts were slow and gentle, but still deep and intense. And it wasn't until my name began spilling from his lips repeatedly like a prayer, that I realized that we weren't having sex—we were making love.

Then, the pace of his hips bucking into my own grew a little faster as he clenched the bedsheets in his fists. I could feel his dorsal vein pulsate, his tip twitching with need, and I knew it meant that he was close.

"I love you... I love you... Please don't leave me..." He whimpered his pleas, his voice sounding like a saddened puppy once more.

It hurt me to see him like this—so broken and run down from life. He didn't deserve any of it; his heart was too good—too pure. He reminded me of an angel with broken wings—one that wanted to be happy and fly but couldn't due to the damage. I wanted to fix that damage for him, and I wouldn't give up—I would succeed.

"I won't, Syzoth—I'll never leave you." I promised, enveloping him in my arms and keeping him close. Shortly after, he released himself within me.

He broke down crying when he came, and I wrapped one arm around him—my hand rubbing slow circles over his back—as my other hand raised to cradle his head against my chest. I didn't even bother to shush his cries—as usual people would—since I knew that he needed to let it all out. I didn't cum, but that was okay; my focus was mainly on him and what he needed the most.

"You're a good man, angel. You deserve all the joy the world has to offer." I murmured softly before pressing a gentle kiss against his hair. As I laid there with him in my arms, I made a silent vow to myself that I would stay by his side no matter what from this day on—I would do whatever I could to heal him.

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mrsnancywheeler · 3 months

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okay hear me out (just a warning for mentions of trafficking and self harm)

It’s a cold winters day in District 4 and it’s been like a year ever since reader became a victor and sadly a sex symbol to the Capitol. Obviously, to Finnick’s dismay, she has been feeling horrible about herself. Not only has Snow stolen her youth, her innocence, her sanity, her best friend, but he also had to take her dignity too by selling her.

Everything weighs on her like like thick snow and sometimes it’s too much to handle. Of course, Finnick is there to help his sweet girl and try bring her at least SOME comfort in a world that is actively breaking her down. but sadly, he isn’t always there. whether he’s at the Capitol or just wondering around the markets, his sweet girl is left alone with her thoughts and god is that dangerous.

The overpowering guilt from Conway, and how dirty and disgusted she feels with herself after a trip back from the Capitol- sometimes it’s all too much.

She needs to punish herself.

it’s so sad but imagine as a way to punish herself, when it’s a cold and snowy day in District 4, she actively goes out into the cold, the cold that seems similar to the one that nearly killed her.

Finnick comes back to the home except the person who made it a home wasn’t there. his sweet sweet girl. he runs out of the house, desperate to find her only to be met with the sight of her sobbing in the snow- allowing the cold to threateningly bite at her to remind her of all of her previous sins. I can just imagine Finnick’s heart breaking as he runs over to her while ripping his jacket off. when he realises that his sweet girl can’t allow herself to find warmth, not even in his arms, so he has to pick her up and carry her home.

She’s so cold in his arms, when he finally returns home he immediately either puts her infront of their fire place or in the comfort of their bed. he brews her some hot tea with honey in it and gathers as many blankets as humanly possible.

he’ll cuddle with her and whisper the sweetest words into her ear until she falls asleep.

“i love you. i love you in every universe”

no because this is so on brand for reader bc as we know she is a self-hater, literally 24/7, all she thinks about is loving Finnick and how much she hates herself.

and like I imagine for a while she literally refused to go outside in the cold, especially in the rain because of the hypothermia related trauma but then she realized like 'I deserve to suffer like that' and her and finnick are so codependent, like I think if her brain wasn't constantly occupied by his presence then the other thoughts start to invade

I feel like she'd do it so robotically too, like it's early morning. it's rare for it to snow in district 4, and finnick hated not being able to go on his early morning swim so he goes ice fishing super early. usually he's able to come back, his sweet girl is still in bed, he takes a quick shower and snuggles back up with her. but she wakes up before he returns, from a nightmare that's left an immeasurable amount of residual guilt and so robotically is letting it take over. just walking outside, barefoot, in her nightgown in the snow.

and it's freezing, but the guilt is so loud that not even the part of her that can't even take anything but a hot shower, is drowned out. until finally she's sat in the snow, feet and fingers going numb, teeth chattering, but no care because her thoughts are so occupied with how she deserves this. deserves worse.

then finnick is coming back with his fish, and when he enters their bedroom to find her gone he's immediately confused. she's not in the bathroom, but the balcony door is slightly ajar. which only confused him further because his sweet girl wouldn't even dream of opening it, it's too cold out. but he goes outside and he finds her, down the balcony stairs in the snow, completely exposed to the snow. and he's running down them, calling her name.

finnick instantly has his jacket around her shoulders, "angel, are you okay?"

"c'mon let's get you inside"

"you're gonna get frostbite, sweet girl, we gotta go in."

"hey, hey, it's okay." he's wiping away her tears and is shocked by how her face is somehow even colder then usual. but she doesn't move and he just picks her up, brings her inside. wrapping her up in blankets, rubbing her hands and legs to try to warm her back up. I don't think he'd want to leave her alone for any amount of time, so he'd take her wrapped up in blankets to sit in front of the fireplace as he made tea. softly guiding the cup to his angel's mouth so she could take small sips before carrying her back up to bed where he cuddled her, not just to provide the extra body heat, but to prove that he was there, that he'd always be there for her.

"angel, you can't do that."

"m'sorry."

"you don't have to be sorry, we just gotta think of ways to handle it until I get back. you could've died."

and her little, "I know," shatters the already broken pieces of his heart.

he decided rope tying would be to dangerous of an option, no matter how short he cut the rope, he'd never drag her out with him when it was this cold out, and eventually he landed to leaving long notes on the vanity about all the things he loved about her, all the things that made life worth living, and a cup of tea. just long enough that it could give her something to read until he returned and could comfort his sweet girl.

because he couldn't just make her better, or make her stop the self destruction, but he would sure as hell so whatever he could to quell the storm.

and they really do love each other in every universe

#wanda 💋#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #the lakes #finnick odair #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x reader fluff #finnick odair x you #the river #anon

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httpspedri26 · 1 year

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Can u do an angst fic where pedri and (famous) reader meet in an event or smt and they get along great and he cant stop thinking abt her but one day gavi or one of his teammates brings her to a team gathering and introduces her as their gf.

Enchanted

Summary: this reminded me so much of “enchanted” by tay so I did just that

Pairings: pedri x famous!reader? Pablogavi x famous!reader

Angst

Pedri was in the new Adidas × Prada event he is going to be the new face of, he got to the event a little early not wanting to cause a bad impression with the two brands. He hoped people he knew were also coming, he didn't want to be alone.

" Hello" a soft angelic voice took Pedri out of his thoughts, he quickly shot the brown-eyed girl a soft smile

"Y/n" she extended her hand toward him

Y/n knew who Pedri was, she has been talking to his friend for quite some time now, Pablo Gavi.

"Pedri, nice to meet you" As they both shook hands y/n took a sit next to him. Pedri couldn't figure out where he had seen her before, your face was so familiar and so breathtaking.

As minutes pass the playful conversation started, and Pedri started to lose the tension he once felt as he got into the event.

Pedri felt a connection with y/n, a connection he hasn't felt with any other girl yet, as the hours passed pedri felt so wonderstruck by you that he could barely keep a full conversation.

Until it was time to say goodbye, Pedri knew he had to ask for your number, but he was too shy to do it, if Gavi was here he would've probably done it for him by now, but he wasn't, and he didn't want to make a fool out of himself if you said no.

Pedri was so wonderstruck by meeting y/n, that the whole way home all he could think about was her.

Hoping you weren't in love with somebody, hoping you didn't have anybody waiting on you.

As the days passed all that would cross Pedri's mind was you, and the lingering question, who do you love? He wondered til he was wide awake.

He wished he would've asked for your number, he looked you up on Instagram, but you had way too many followers it would be impossible for you to notice that he had followed you, or to even see his message

Today Gavi had invited the team, and a few of his friends from Sevilla to his house, even though Pedri didn't have the energy to go he didn't want to stay in the house alone, since Fernando, Pedri's brother decided to visit their family back in Tenerife, Pedri couldn't join him even though he would've loved to, football didn't allow him to.

As he got to Gavi's house he noticed the house was completely packed. Which made pedri groan as he threw his head back, he hated big crowds, he hated parties. He only went to parties when he was invited to one, not wanting to cause a bad impression on the person.

As Pedri went in, he was greeted by everyone, until he saw her.

She was sitting alone looking down at her phone, she looked up sometimes to pay attention to her surroundings, smiling at the people who passed by.

Pedri furrowed his eyebrows confused, on why she would be here, but also didn't waste any more time and started walking towards her.

"Y/n," he said loudly over the music, y/n looked up, smiling at the sight of Pedri.

"Pedri, Hi!“ y/n stood up from her chair embracing Pedri into a hug, but before he could say anything

Gavi appeared next to y/n

"Hermano! You're here" Gavi greeted his best friend while placing his arm around y/n's shoulders

Pedri felt his smile drop, his eyes scanning Gavi and y/n

“This is my girlfriend, y/n I told you about her remember?" Gavi asked screaming over the loud music.

Pedri nodded, with a fake smile taking over his face, that's when Pedri finally connected all the

dots, that's why she looked familiar the day they Met, That's why y/n sat next to him in the first place.

He felt his heart break a little at this whole situation, but at least he finally got the answer to his question

she did have someone waiting on her.

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apocalypseornaw · 6 months

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Prove It (Pt 3/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Advice from a friend leads you to calling Dean

You were grateful to always have a place to go that wasn't Jody's or Donna's. You loved both of them, don't get it wrong but they loved Dean as much as they loved you which meant they would call him the moment you showed or at the very least text.

Alicia on the other hand? She was good with Dean but she was your friend first and firmly in your corner. She didn't even ask when you called to see if you could stay with her for a couple days, and didn't push when you told her it was a planned trip you made with Dean.

You were sitting on her porch, curled up in the swing under a blanket with a cup of chamomile tea in your hands watching the rain fall down. You'd left the bunker just two days ago. There was about a hundred missed calls and texts from Dean. You didn't even want to check how many voicemails there was.

You knew you needed to talk to him, he didn't deserve radio silence but you didn't want to speak when fueled by anger and pain. You needed to have a clear head to talk to him. You wanted to believe Dean loved you the way you loved him, but the way you'd felt sitting there alone waiting for him to come back only to learn he'd chosen to go to a bar instead? Yeah it hurt.

"Y/N?" You heard Alicia's voice and glanced up to see she was standing at the door with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a cup of tea as well. A small smile worked its way onto your face so you moved over and patted the swing next to you. She walked over to join you, getting comfortable before she finally spoke "You're hurting and I want to help but I don't want to stick my nose into something that's none of my business"

You swallowed hard, looking out across the field next to her house. It was gorgeous here, Asia's mother had made sure her and Max had solid places to call home when they weren't hunting. What was that like? "He didn't cheat" you spoke quietly and she nodded "I pretty much knew that but the question remains what happened?" Before you knew it you were spilling your heart out to Alicia.

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She let you get it all out, only interacting when she saw you needed it. Once it was off your chest you felt better. She watched you for a few moments before asking "Can I say something without sounding like I'm taking anyone's side but yours?" You nodded "Of course" she smiled slightly "You love Dean and no matter the mistakes he's made he loves you. He can't even try to make it up to you or even explain himself if you won't talk to him" You knew she was right, she knew that you knew she was right. Instead of rubbing it in she simply grabbed your mug "I'll go make more tea"

Dean hadn't slept since you left. He couldn't. He was used to you being next to him, used to feeling you reach for him in your sleep, used to waking up next to you.

He'd gone down the list of people you would stay with. You weren't at Garths, Jody's or Donna's. Him and Sam had checked every cabin within a five hundred mile radius either themselves or gotten someone to check it. He was starting to panic, what if something had happened? What if you were hurt? What if the last thought you had of him was that he hadn't bothered to come home for your anniversary?

He let out a breath and leaned back in the chair, staring up at the ceiling. He'd just allowed his eyes a moment to close when his phone rang. He nearly flipped the chair when he stood up to grab it "Hello?"

The sound of rain on a tin roof hit his ears first followed by your voice, a sound that put his very soul at ease "Dean, I'm at Alicia's" "So you're ok?" He asked and felt a wave of relief when you laughed lightly "For the most part. I don't want to come home but I want to talk but not over the phone please"

He nodded then kicked himself, he was on the phone you couldn't see him "Can I come there sweetheart?" He held his breath the few seconds it took you to finally answer "Yeah" he sat down in the chair again, letting himself feel the relief of knowing you were safe "I'll be there soon. Baby I am sorry and I love you" it felt like a knife in his chest when you simply said "See you soon" before hanging up.

He stared at the phone for a moment before hollering "SAMMY I'M GOING TO ALICIA'S"

@starkleila @fluff-lover @lacilou @suckitands33 @lyarr24 @decadentstrangernacho @nix-rose @irgendwas122 @deans-baby-momma @deans-spinster-witch @tas898

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #prove it mini series

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persefolli · 1 year

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“Thank you Wari.” You cooed.

Tonowari walked back over to the now finished pot of food and extinguished the flames. He tidied up a bit before creating his own bowl and sitting across from you.

Jake sat on the side of the table, silently eating.

“What's wrong Ma Jake?” You perked up.

“Yeah what's wrong?” Tonowari joined in. Jake averted his eyes to his best friend, and sighed. “Tired…is all.” He said.

You sighed, looking back into your bowl and eating. “I don't believe that.”

“Me either. Jake, you know you can talk to us.”

Jake slammed his bowl and utensils on the table before storming out of the dining room. Both you and Tonowari looked at each other shocked at your partner's outburst, had Jake never acted this way before.

The two of you continued to eat dinner silently before retreating back to the bedroom. Jake laid on the edge of the bed, facing the wall and silently weeping.

“Jake.” You whispered. You kneeled beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder, but he didn't budge, he didn't even seem to notice you.

“Jake.” Tonowari said silently.

“Leave me alone!” Jake croaked.

You looked back at Tonowari before moving away from Jake, taking your spot in the middle of the mat. Tonowari laid down on the other end and pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in his embrace.

“I'm worried about him, Wari.”

“I am too.” Tonowari whispered back. “He's been acting like this for a minute now.”

You hummed into his chest, thinking of something that could possibly help out Jake. “Just go to the meeting with him tomorrow. We can all have a talk afterwards. When we are all well rested.”

“Okay.” Tonowari squeezed you softly before drifting off.

The next morning when you woke the two warriors were already gone. It would be a while until the two came home, so you decided to take a walk.

You wandered out of the pod and onto the beach in front of the home, where the sun shined brightly and the water ran cool. You closed your eyes and soaked in the reef, listening to the birds, the distant noise of village folk, and calls of tulkun. For a few hours you stayed on the beach, rolling in the sand and kicking at the shallow waters. You never failed to distract yourself and fall victim to the beauty of the beach.

Shouting began in the distance, and you quickly snapped your head up to look in the direction of the commotion. It was far too early for anyone to be drunk. But your ears flattened once you followed the noises to your own pod.

You peeled through the pod entrance to see Tonowari and Jake standing and shouting at each other.

“Stop! STOP! Tonowari do you know how you sound?!”

“I know. I kn-”

“No you don't know!”

You finally stepped into the pod, looking at them with watery eyes. “Boys.”

“Jake I'm so-”

Jake sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I told you it wasn't your fault. Tonowari it isn't.”

The three of you fell silent as Jake seemed to calm down.

“Have you tried to think of how I feel? How this is affecting me?!”

Tonowari looked down at his feet, allowing a few tears to slip from his eyes. You walked over, and grabbed his arms. “Tono.”

“I can't keep- I can't keep feeding into your delusions okay?! The leftover bowls of food! The empty space in the bed! The late night conversations and the conversations you have in front of me. She's gone!” Jake heaved.

Your eyebrows furrowed and Tonowari shut his eyes tightly, feeling every stab in his best friend's words.

“I don't have the strength to pretend she's still here Tonowari.”

Tonowari took in one sharp breath and began to sob. How wails filled the room and his cheeks began to wetten as he cried out. “I can still feel her, see her!” He began smacking his temples and whimpering.

“I know, brother.” Jake walked over, kneeling next to Tonowari. “We're gonna get some help okay?”

You sighed and stood straight, nodding in agreement. “He's right. It's about time I go.”

Tonowari began shaking his head. “No. No.” He responded indirectly.

“It's not healthy, Wari.”

He took a peek at you through tears, finally calming down as he watched your image distort. “I love you.” He mouthed, as you faded away from his world.

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Ja, Christmas Spirit Part: 1

König x F!Reader

A/N: Christmas came early, I know I said Dec.1st But I just couldn't resist!

Summary: “You, A young author, were gifted an enchanted pen that allowed you to unknowingly bring characters into your world. And you just so happened to be writing fanfiction with that pen. So, you are thrown into a cliche Hallmark movie timeline with your biggest fictional crush, König and the only way to send him home is to find your “Christmas spirit.” But can you bear to see him go?”

WC: 5.8k

The cold was the perfect time to write. You could be bundled up, have tea, AND be productive? What was not to love! No one could nag in your ear about going outside and getting sunlight. There wasn't much sunlight to get.

It was a big upgrade from the heat of summer that made you feel sweaty and tired. Those were the times when no writing got done. You mostly just slept through all of Summer.

For those reasons, you loved winter. Along with the fact that Starbucks was selling peppermint mocha again. To hell with everyone who said it tasted like toothpaste.

Maybe part of you felt sad that you were sitting alone in your room three days from Christmas. The only thing to look forward to is also the thing you dread. Writer's block had hit like a bitch this fall.

Now, you finally had some inspiration. You didn't even have to set your phone on mute nobody ever called anyway. You just turned on your favorite playlist and sat down at your desk.

The plan was to spend the evening writing about your fictional little worlds and AU’s.

You had everything set up, your papers, laptop, and tea. You already had a loose idea of what you would be writing. You had scrolled through Pinterest, and even made a board or two for the aesthetic.

First, you would start with the planning phase of writing in your trusty journal.

You opened your desk drawer and pulled out a small decorative box. Inside, laid on a golden silk plush pillow was the fanciest pen you had ever seen in your life. Even though it's already at the very least your fourth time seeing it, it still blew your mind.

With white and gold, it looked like something Marie Antoinette would have LOVED if she had been around for it. Straight out of Versaille. It must have cost a fortune, your best friend had bought it for you as an early Christmas present.

You hadn't used it when you got it. You wanted to wait for the perfect moment and this was it. You carefully closed the box and placed it to the side. Next, you placed the tip of the pen on the paper.

The ink flowed onto the paper like a gentle stream, letter by swoopy letter you wrote out the name König.

Yes, the perfect moment for the perfect pen was a fanfiction moment. You had to keep your dedicated readers fed after all. An x-reader of course. The little people scurrying around on Tumblr and Ao3 loved x-readers. They especially loved the tall man who wore a shirt as a mask and went around shooting and breaking backs.

You’d be lying if you didn't feel like barking every time you saw him. But that was your little secret, one only the anonymous people of the internet were allowed to know.

The writing came easy, and for once you didn't want to pull your hair out. ‘It’s all in the pen,’ you thought. It must be. This was too easy. The pen glided across the paper like a knife on warm butter.

You lost track of time and quickly filled out three whole pages of ideas. When you looked up, the sun had gone down and you could see the street lights on through your bedroom window.

How time flies when you're having fun. It took a great effort on your part to place the pen back into its box and close the notebook.

Even as you crawled into the warmth of your bed and closed your eyes all you could think about was a certain 6 '10 monster of a man.

You woke up uneasy. A deep gut feeling that you got even before you opened your eyes. A prey-like feeling, It felt like someone was watching you.

You knew you should open your eyes, but it was just so much easier to keep them closed. You even reached out to pull your blanket closer to your body. Maybe if you ignored it, it would go away. Yeah, that was a wonderful idea, You fought the urge to just pull the blanket over your head and hide. It was probably nothing. You would have heard if someone broke in anyway.

But no matter how long you waited, whatever ‘it’ was didn't seem intent on leaving. You waited in vain for a few more seconds.

Then you got the most wonderful thought, ‘Hey! I am a grown-ass woman. I ain't scared of no ghosts!’ So you snapped your eyes open fully expecting to see nothing but your room.

Instead, your eyes met the weird tactical pants of someone who is very much not see-through. Your eyes climbed the form in horror.

Up, up, up, and even more up, up, up, Until you reach the cold blue eyes, the only thing you could really make out against the dark backdrop of your room.

That is very much not a ghost. In your ‘I'm a grown woman’ thought you failed to realize that grown women have grown problems. And sometimes those problems are intruders here to rob and kill you… Or worse.

You would have loved to say you let out a good blood-curdling scream, but what came out of your mouth was more akin to the high-pitched squeak of a startled rabbit.

You scrambled out of bed as fast as you could, which proved to be not very fast according to the giant weighted blanket you insisted on sleeping with.

It ended up being you having to roll out of bed and then rolling too far onto the floor with a blanket tangled up in your legs.

The man just gave an amused high-pitched chuckle. Great now not only is he going to murder YOU, but he's also going to laugh and make you feel embarrassed while doing it.

He kneeled onto your bed to peer over the other edge to look at you, who was currently stuck in something that looked vaguely like the family guy death pose.

“Are you alright?” He asked in an accented voice.

Aw, how sweet, the burglar cares if you're alright! Perhaps if this was one of your stories you would think that gesture is sweet and kind of hot, but this is real life. And that question rang disturbingly.

After a few seconds, you had finally gotten yourself together and were able to stand up. Although maybe you shouldn't have, because the quickness of your movements sent a bunch of blood from your brain to your feet and caused you to stumble a bit and feel lightheaded.

Great. You are one hundred percent ready to fight off the strange man. Top physical and mental fitness! No chance you would lose! The man before you came into view as your eyes finally focused and blinked away the sleep.

Your first thought was ‘GODDAMN!’ His stature and build were very impressive and horrifying. Your second thought was, ‘What a strange mask’. Black with eye holes cut out and bleached tear streaks. It looked vaguely familiar. Scratch that it looked really familiar.

The man tilted his head to the side like a curious puppy, “Did you hit your head?”

You thought you must have, long before you woke up this morning. Might have even been when you were a baby and the hallucinations were just setting in today. There was no way in hell this mountain of a man before you was the König.

The one from a video game. He wasn't even a main character. You are not a woman of science but you are one hundred percent sure video game characters do not randomly come to life. There's no possible explanation in the entirety of the universe that would make this make sense.

But even the accent was to a tea, and you were pretty sure sniper hoods were not a common choice for burglars.

Unless this was some weird stalker that knew of your ‘obsession’. Again, flattering in fanfiction but terrifying in real life.

“What?” You managed to stutter the words out somehow.

“Maybe you really did.”

You felt the need to defend yourself, “I did not!”

“How the hell are you? How did you get into my house?!” You quickly added on. This was strange, your eyes darted around in hopes of finding something to defend yourself with. Water bottle, walmart heater, pillows. Yup, you were thoroughly unprepared to defend yourself.

“You already know who I am.” He slowly climbed back off of your mattress and returned to his full stature.

“No.”

There was that stupid fucking head tilt again, “No?”

“You’re just some crazy dude! I'm calling the cops!” As soon as the words left your mouth you realized that maybe angering him was not the best idea. He was back on the bed in a flash, his large arm stretched and his hands grabbed hold of your outstretched arm.

“What the fu-”

It only took him one hand to yank you onto the bed and soon you were on your back with him on top of you, using his body weight and hands to keep you pinned to your own mattress.

“Do not play dumb with me little lamn, now send me back,” His voice dipped dangerously low as he hissed the words out.

You struggled against his hold. You tried to rip your hands away, and buck your hips up in hopes of throwing him off, but none of it worked. It just made him press your wrists further into the mattress.

“What the hell do you mean send you back?! I don't even know who you are!” You bit back.

“Liar! I have seen your journals, I have seen that cursed pen!”

His hold wasn't letting up. This man was truly crazy with his nonsensical accusations.

“I really don't know! Let me go!”

He actually listened to you and let one of your arms go. You thought he had maybe come to his senses and was going to let you go. But no, he reached into his own pocket and pulled out a grumbled paper. His other hand stayed firmly over your wrist.

He managed to unscramble it himself and shove it in your face. Your eyes had to adjust a moment to make sense of it.

“A writer’s heart, pure and kind, Is the secret to unlocking the mind, For 'tis true what the tales say: That the path to our worlds lies this way.

Only once we find our inner hope, And unlock the secrets of the world at our scope, Shall the world be a brighter sight, For the spirit of love and joy must ignite!

Seek within, find your true self, And unlock the spirit upon your shelf, Then him, your spirit can save,”

It was in your handwriting, with the delicate nature of the pen. This was yours. Torn from a page of your own journal. The thing was though, you had no memory of ever writing such an absurd poem. You don't write poems. They were the one thing that ruined your high school English grade.

And you certainly wouldn't write such a pretentious one that sounded like it came from a Hallmark movie. You happened to have a strong dislike of the channel.

“What the actual fuck is going on?!” You demanded, and you snatched the paper from him with your free hand. You had long since given up trying to get out from under him.

“That is what I would like to know. One moment I was on the field and next I was in a white room and now here.”

“Then go back to the field I don't care! Just get out!”

“I CAN’T!” He yelled back. He was off you like a shot, you stayed frozen on your bed as he thundered over to your bedroom door. He was finally leaving, you thought. He yanked your door open so hard he almost ripped it completely off its hinges.

The noise of it slamming into the wall made you flinch. You sat up in your bed and watched him, too scared to try and escape.

His hand reached out, albeit a little shaky and unstable. His fingers had just barely grazed the threshold before he had yanked them back and a loud ZAP rang out through the room. It sounded like he had just run straight into a human-sized bug zapper.

“I can’t leave. I've tried everything.” He muttered as he clutched his hand.

Now that he mentioned it your room was in disarray. Your window was propped open and multiple books were scattered across the floor.

Things had just gone from murderer-level scary to supernatural-level scary. A category that was very very hard to wrap your head around.

A strange man, who just so happened to be a dead ringer for your favorite video game character, a strange letter, and now an unleaveable room?

You had to see this for yourself. You got yourself up and neared your door. You kept extra care to stay as far away from ‘König’(you might as well accept it by now). You didn't want to get zapped. That shit looked like it hurt.

But if you got zapped then maybe you weren't having some weird mental breakdown and König wasn't just some dude and the actual König.

Like ripping a bandaid off.

You braced yourself and you pushed your fingers through the threshold of the door, squeezed your eyes shut, and…..

… …. …..

Nothing. No zap. No excruciating pain. Nothing. Zip. Nada.

You were perfectly fine. You even waved your hand around a bit. König bristled up at this and stuck his own hand in the door beside yours. No zap. He too also waved his hand around a bit.

Wonderful. He had tricked you. He wasn't König and that stupid poem must have just been something you wrote after a really long night. This dude was an excellent actor. Could it be this is some crazy culty acting school assignment? You really need to stop coming up with such outlandish theories.

You pulled back your hand and jumped back in case he tried to grab you again.

As soon as your hand was back in the room there was a zap and König yelled out in pain. He jumped back like a hissing cat.

“What is this?!” He demanded.

“How the hell should I know?!” You responded.

In the distance, bells rang. With a soft jingle jingle that came through the open window. You looked back at König, and behind him, you could see tiny little snowflakes starting to fall.

That was strange. You rarely ever get snow. Not once in your life had you ever gotten a white Christmas. Must be global warming…

Enough of these games you thought, “Get out of my house.”

“Did you not just see? Don't you think I've tried?!” He gestured widely to your bedroom door.

“I walked out the door just fine!” To prove your point you backstepped till you were past the threshold of your room and in your hallway.

There was no zapping, not that you expected it this time. You were perfectly fine. You walked out the door just fine. So maybe trying to negotiate with some intruder you should make a run for it. So that's just what you do.

If he isn't faking the zaps then he can't run after you, and if he is? Well, you just hope your sudden sprint caught him by surprise and gave you enough time to reach your front door.

You had neighbors, nosey ones at that. If you ran out all crazy they would surely call the cops. Wouldn't be the first time they called the cops on you, this time it would be for a good reason.

You got all the way past the bathroom when you heard thundering footsteps behind you.

Shit.Shit.Shit!

Hearing someone much bigger than yourself run after you is another type of fear. You could hear him getting closer and closer with each step. He was much quicker than you, that much was obvious.

You had just barely graced the edge of the hallway when a strong, large, pair of arms wrapped around your midsection.

You shrieked as anyone would, You tried to thrash around in his arms but the tight hold he had on you only allowed you to wiggle a bit without feeling like a too-tightly gripped stress ball. If he used even a miniscule amount more of his strength you were sure you'd pop.

Your lack of ability to struggle allowed him to maneuver you like a rag doll. He flipped you around so his hands held you firmly right below the armpits. Your legs dangle uselessly.

He was shaking, and so were you. You were worried he’d start shaking you and demanding answers you don't even know the question to. That couldn't be good for your brain.

“How and why am I here?” König yelled the question he had already asked multiple times.

“Why would I know?! I just woke up to you standing over me!”

“What was that room then? And the letter?!” The angrier he got the more jumbled his pronunciation got, and his accent was slowly becoming more and more noticeable.

“I DON'T KNOW!” Your voice cracked and your tears threatened to spill.

König finally seemed to take your answer seriously, “You really don't know?”

“I’m just as confused as you are.”Now please put me down you thought.

He understood your silent plea and placed you back on your feet. He nodded and turned his head to the kitchen you both were just mere inches from. Here, he had a direct line to the back patio door.

He stepped into the kitchen with no problem. With a sense of confidence, he quickly stepped to the door, he had finally found an exit. He had gotten past your bedroom, only a few steps more and he’d be free.

As soon as his fist closed on the doorknob, an electrical current was burned through him, from the very tips of his fingers to the ends of his hair. His mouth just dropped open in a completely silent scream.

When he finally was able to pull his hand away from the old-fashioned door knob, he stumbled right onto the floor, twitching and convulsing.

You gasped and ran to his side. He might be some weird Call of Duty-dressed burglar but he was still a person. And if he died in your house aren’t you legally responsible?

Your mind ran through your limited knowledge of first aid. Why couldn't you have taken some classes sooner? Your research for fanfic wasn't nearly enough.

You placed your hands lightly on his back as he shook. You had to do something. You had to figure something out. You were running out of time. He would die. He would die right here on your kitchen floor and the police would come take you away.

Breaking Bad

YES! Yes yes yes that's right! You could remember it so clearly. One of the characters started convulsing so they turned them on their side. That's got to be right. T.V. occasionally gets medical advice right.

Isn't that only so they don't choke on their vomit? This dude doesn't look like he's about to throw up… Still, it's the best idea you've got.

So that's what you do. Inspired by Breaking Bad, you rolled the mammoth of a man onto his side. It took some effort, he’s completely dead weight and you haven't hit the gym in a while.

Eventually, you got it right. You have him propped up with some throw pillows from your couch in what you thought was the proper position.

Next, He needed help. Real help, not help from some random twenty-something woman who writes fanfiction in her free time. Help from a professional.

He balanced and did not immediately plop over when you took your hands off of him, That must be a good sign, right?

Nonetheless, it allowed you to race back to your room, grab your phone, and race back in record time. You kneeled down next to König again and typed in shaky numbers. You missed typing a couple of times and had to restart. Three numbers should be this hard, get it together!

9 1 1

The phone rang and rang. It rang for too long. Aren’t 911 operators supposed to pick up immediately? That's their whole point is it not? To answer in emergencies? He could die at any moment and nobody could be bothered to pick up the phone.

You must just be tripping yourself out, you reasoned. You're too freaked out and so the seconds feel much longer than they actually are. That has to be the reason.

You focused on Königs breathing instead of the ringing in your ear.

The line goes down with a long beep. No answer.

Shit.

So much for emergency services.

Well, that's just great. Now he's really going to die. You must be going crazy at this point. You look at your kitchen window from your spot on the floor. You could see it, the snow piled upon the window sill. Perfect and untouched. Such a strange thing. It had only just started snowing a moment ago.

Slowly bell chimes started to ring outside your house. It sounded like there were Christmas Carolers right outside the door. Maybe they could help?

You felt dizzy. Way too dizzy to be normal. Your phone slipped from your hand and onto your wood flooring. The edge of your vision went blurry.

When you woke again it was to the smell of cinnamon and gingerbread. You hadn't made gingerbread in a long long time.

You were warm and pleasant. Wrapped up in a knit blanket near a fire in your fireplace and some roasted chestnuts.

Strange. You could have sworn you had passed out on the kitchen floor with some dude.

Oh well, that problem could wait for tomorrow. You were way too warm and comfy to even think about getting up. There was some moving next to you, and the couch dipped and creaked.

That made you open your eyes. Right next to you, passed out on your couch is König(you couldn't think of anything else to call him), a blanket wrapped around him.

“What the Fuck….” You whispered.

You could hear Christmas music playing in the background, from your T.V. You don't listen to Christmas music. With much wiggling, you were able to free yourself from the confines of the blanket.

König managed to sleep through it. You were on your feet, thankfully in the same clothes you remember being in. The real problem started when you looked down at your coffee table. There was a platter of Gingerbread on a festive platter right in the middle of it.

You don't own festive decor or gingerbread. Did König do this? How could he have done this when just moments ago he was having a seizure on the ground?

Your question was answered by a blinding white light like a nuclear bomb had just gone off in the middle of your living room.

You shielded your eyes with the crook of your arm. A feminine disembodied voice spoke, “A writer’s heart, pure and kind, Is the secret to unlocking the mind, For 'tis true what the tales say: That the path to our worlds lies this way.

Only once we find our inner hope, And unlock the secrets of the world at our scope, Shall the world be a brighter sight, For the spirit of love and joy must ignite!

Seek within, find your true self, And unlock the spirit upon your shelf, Then him, your spirit can save”

The poem from earlier. The voice was not one you remembered so you asked, “God?” You weren't really expecting an answer but she did.

“No. I am the Christmas spirit.”

No Christmas spirit.The Christmas spirit. You almost laughed. You would have thought it was just some weird prank. But the blinding light was too true.

“You have things to do,” The Christmas spirit said.

“Things?” You asked.

“König must go home, he's not from here,” The spirit continued.

“You can't possibly mean….” You trailed off. There was no possible way König was the König from the video game. You had already gone over this. But a lot of things have started to seem possible lately.

“Only you can send him home, just follow my poem.”

How perfectly vague. Wonderful answer that wasn't even an answer.

“Oh wow, I'm the chosen one and the only one who can save him how original.” You said sarcastically.

“Only you can send him home, just follow my poem.” The voice repeated.

The light filtered out and the dimly light yellow lighting of your living room trickled in in its place. The voice and godly light were gone.

“I wasn't lying,” A male voice said behind you.

You looked over your shoulder. König was awake. Sat on your couch leaned over with his elbows balanced on his knees. He looked up at you with haunted blue eyes. That whole experience proved the limited story he had provided you with.

“The Christmas spirit,” you said.

“Ja, The Christmas spirit,” He agreed.

How absurd. People love to say things like “This only ever happens in movies” but this kind of shit really ONLY happens in movies.

“I would like to go home.”

“I would like you to go home.”

Wonderful then, You were both on the same page. You repeated the poem in your head. You ran over it till you found the first line that could be a clue.

“Only once we find our inner hope, And unlock the secrets of the world at our scope,” You mumbled.

“Hope?” König asked, “Hope for what.”

“Maybe we need to find our Christmas spirit? That's always what the characters in the movies have to do.” You looked around your living room, it wasn't decorated for the holidays at all. You never hosted so there really wasn't a point. The strange cookies and Christmas music was the only thing festive and they were not even yours.

So was that it? You just needed to decorate your house for Christmas? That was going to prove difficult by the fact that the back patio door was a death trap. You had an inkling feeling that the front door would be the same.

“I don't celebrate Christmas….”

“Neither do I,” You responded.

König shifted uncomfortably. Emphasis on uncomfortably, König was very very uncomfortable right now. Turns out it is kind of awkward to be sitting on the couch of some girl he had almost killed a few moments ago.

There was no way out either. Oh, what König would have given to be able to just run out and straight back onto the battlefield.

You, on the other hand, were not that uncomfortable. Just mildly annoyed and amazed that a real-life video game character that you had just been writing fanfiction about last night was sitting on your couch.

“Oh!” You said.

König jostled just slightly at your sudden exclamation.

“We can just look it up!” You don't know why you hadn't thought about it earlier. You had a perfectly working phone. If you ignored the 911 incident.

The results came up in seconds. You clicked on the first link.

How to find your Christmas spirit: 1. Focus on the present: Try not to get caught up in the past or worry about the future. Instead, focus on the present moment and find joy in the simple things around you. 2. Practice appreciation: Find things to be grateful for each day, whether it's a favorite meal, a beautiful sunset, or the time you have with loved ones. Gratitude can help shift your focus away from negative thoughts and feelings. 3. Spread kindness: Do something nice for someone else, whether it's baking some cookies, volunteering at a local charity, or simply offering a kind word. Helping others can bring a sense of joy and fulfillment. 4, Nurture your spiritual side: If you have a spiritual practice, consider incorporating it into your holiday festivities. This can help you find a deeper sense of connection and meaning during the season. 5, Take a break from the hustle and bustle: Sometimes, the busiest and most hectic times around the holiday season can make it hard to find your Christmas spirit. 6. Try to take some time for yourself, whether it's a quiet walk in nature or a hot bath, to reconnect with yourself and your inner peace. 7. Remember that finding your Christmas spirit is a process, and it might take some experimentation and trial and error to find what works best for you. The important thing is to be intentional about your efforts and to allow yourself to enjoy the holidays, even in the midst of their challenges.

Blah. Blah. Blah. A lot of worthless advice. You were honestly expecting to get something like “Bake cookies” and “Decorate your house.” Not a whole bunch of hypothetical feelings and emotions.

“Ok. So we're in the present.”

König nodded. You continued, “We need to not focus on the past then.”

You sat down on your couch, right next to König. You missed how he stiffened up and straightened his back. You gave him your name. Step one is taken.

“....König,” He responded.

“You're in the military, no?” You knew the answer. You had spent a lot of time writing fanfiction about him.

“Mercenary.” Yeah, one-word answers. He didn't seem to be all that interested in talking to you.

“We have to talk if we’re gonna find out Christmas Spirit or Whatever.”

“I still think we should just decorate.” He looked around your living room for areas to start with.

“Well I don't have any decorations, and I can't exactly go outside.” You huffed as you flopped back against the backing of the couch.

At your words, Koning jumped up onto his feet with an idea, “What if you can?”

“What? Yeah no I don't feel like getting shocked.”

“I couldn't leave the bedroom until after you did. Maybe it will be the same.”

Maybe it would. But that was a gamble. Either you can walk through the front door or you die of some strange electrical Christmas shock. But the thing is you don't gamble. You're pretty sure you can find your “Christmas spirit” inside your own house and stay very much alive.

“We don't know if it will be the same,” You sighed.

“We have to try!”

Wow. He seemed to really want out of this house. You frowned when he said ‘we’ he wasn't the one having to walk through an electrical field just to see the sun.

When you didn't respond König continued, “You have to have hope.”

His words were erratic as he made his way to your front door. You watched him but didn't bother getting up to follow him. You watched his wide shoulders hunch as he leaned down to look through your peephole.

“I can see your driveway that is good, Ja?”

“What else would you see?”

He ignored you. He stepped away from the door and stood there. Maybe he was counting the grain of wood, you thought. He stared for a long second. And then another. And another. König finally turned back to you with a confused dear, like he actually expected you to open it.

“I’m not touching that thing.”

König closed his eyes for a good, long moment, “You are right. I can't expect you to put yourself in danger. I should be the one doing the protecting.”

He turned back around and raised his hand for the doorknob. You shot up from your spot on the couch and shouted, “STOP!”

He froze and looked over his shoulder back at you, sniper mask wrinkling in weird places and catching to the shape of his nose.

“Don't do that. We know what happens.” You weren't about to have him convulsing on your floor again. That would be such a hassle, no other reason.

“You're probably right. I'll open it.” You said as you attempted to make your way to the door. You were stopped by Königs arm that flew out to act as a barrier between you and the door.

“I can not allow you to do that. You could get hurt.”

“What the hell?! A moment ago you were basically begging me to do it.”

“I’ve changed my mind.” He lowered his arm, only to place his hand on your shoulder and push you back.

OH hell no! Now you have to do it. For nothing more than spite. Spite was a great motivator. You ducked under his arm and made a reach for the door knob. König was a trained killer. He had the agility and the strength to catch you before your hand even got close to the doorknob. He swapped you up into his arms and held you tightly against his chest.

Like this you could feel his heartbeat against his chest, you could feel every muscle in his contract and twitch as you squirmed in his hold.

“We will find another way. You will not put yourself in danger.”

You stopped squirming in his grasp. You knew you couldn't get out of the grip he had made that glaringly obvious this morning. You could admit defeat.

König placed you back on the ground, and you stared at your shoes all sad and mopey-like.

“Do not be sad. Girls like you shouldn't ever be sad. We will find another way.”

You nodded and pointedly ignored the ‘girls like you part.’ He seemed to take your response as the truth and your agreement and moved away from the door. That's when you made your second dive and succeeded.

“Scheiße!”

Your finger wrapped around the door knob and your eyes squeezed shut as you thrust your body against it. It flew open with your weight and sent you flying right into the snow. It was all silent as the snow started to work its way through your pajamas.

The snow crunched behind you as König stepped out of the house.

“That was very stupid.” He kneeled down next to you.

You gave him a half-hearted thumbs up, “It worked though.”

“That it did.”

You could hear the birds and some cars as they zipped by. It seemed the rest of the world was normal and you were the only one who had a video game character randomly show up in their bedroom. Lucky you.

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i remember being small, maybe 2 or 3 years old. i had chicken pox and was so terribly itchy, so my mother put a lotion on my itchy that smelled bad, and unnatural, and yucky on my sores and hoped that i would sleep, but she left my moon lamp on and it was too bright in my room. i held my Captain Scarlet doll and my teddy and pulled the quilt over my face, but then i got too hot. some of my scars are from the sores.

I remember earlier than that, though. I asked my mother and she told me I was too small to be able to remember it, but i can remember it better than even she had. HE came home different and unrecognisable and Scary. There was a big dark cloud outside and it was raining. His head was shaved and he was wearing a red tracksuit. He was the angriest that my small eyes had ever seen a person to be. He smashed eveything in the kitchen, it was so loud and I covered my ears, and then he made his way through the house, punching holes in our doors, stamping on my best toys and my mother's shiny things. She put me in the car before he could break us too and we drove far away for many hours and the rain was hitting the car so hard. And then... we went home again so she must have thought it was safe now for some reason. I hoped that it would be to a different house, with new toys and no holes, but it wasn't. He was gone and my mother was left to pick up all of the little pieces of plates and cups and our lives were supposed to continue as though that hadn't and wouldn't happen again.

I remember getting lost a lot when my mother would take us shopping, i never remember him being with us, so probably we were out to try and be away from him and pretend again. i remember her showing me where in the Woolworths i should go if i got lost, but i could never find where that was, nor could i find her. i cried for a while and looked at the toys that pulled my eyes into them and had probably caused me to get lost in the first place. I looked at them through their boxes and didn't understand why i wasn't allowed to open them, were they not for children like me to play with? she always found me, but i only really remember the getting lost, not the getting found.

I remember being sat in the bath when i was 3 and being sad that i was alone and had no friends to play with, then later my mother told me that i was gonna have a sister, and that she was doing that so i wouldn't be alone. i remember hoping that i could be a good sister to her, not realising that i had to be a brother which was different. i knew this from seeing some brothers in my cartoons i think. She was so small and i remember taking a picture of her with my red camera when she was born, my mother told me to make sure it doesn't flash because my sister's eyes were so small, much smaller than mine, so i covered the flash with my finger just in case.

i remember being 6 or so, and inventing worlds for my toys to live in and be happy. I wished i could live there too, and hoped that if i wished hard enough, and gave those worlds as much detail as i could, i would be able to go there. i remember copying the voices and memorising all the lines from the films my mother had taped for me, which i was allowed to watch whilst he was away. My mother always laughed when i could say the next line of the film before the tv said it. Hook was a favourite film of mine, i loved how peter was able to fly and live in such a wonderful place like Neverland, and it always made me cry when he had to go home to his own family, because it meant i couldn't pretend that he was my dad too any more.

I remember being 6 or 7 and she showed me Highlander. I loved the swords and the sound they made, and i wanted to live forever, i think she did too because she was crying a lot. The Kurgan did not scare me, as i had seen scarier things already, and his sword was much better because the spikes popped out and it was longer. But he killed Ramirez so that made him the bad guy. BETTER TO BURN OUT, THAN TO FAAAADE AWAYYY, YYYAAGH i would say often and my mother would laugh.

i didn't like school very much and the teachers did not like me either. one of my teachers always used to spell things wrong when she wrote them on the board so i would make sure to raise my hand and tell her, so she could spell it right, you are supposed to spell things right when you are a teacher because you don't want other kids to learn it wrong, this was the right thing to do, but then she wouldn't let me go to the toilet when i asked until i stopped asking. and then i got a kidney infection and had to be in the hospital with a needle for 5 whole days because i wasn't allowed to go to the toilet i think, i was 7. she made me stand up in front of the class when i came back and asked me to explain to them what what had been wrong and asked me if it burned when i went to the toilet, i said yes and my face was red and i wanted to run away but I couldn't run home, and the other children laughed. those kids in my class had made a small card for me telling me to get well soon, i didn't recognise any of the names.

i used to fall over a lot i think, i was clumsy and "uncoordinated", that was a big word i learned from the school nurse, i asked her to say it some more times and then to write it down and then i never forgot it. I would see her a lot, and i remember making her laugh once because she had to write my name in the accident book and i said "you'll find my name in there a lot!" and she said "oh, in the wars are you?" and i smiled and agreed with her, but didn't really understand what that meant.

i remember having some friends who were girls who i liked a lot, and some boys who i had to play with because those girls would also run away from me at lunch time, they said its because they don't play with boys, but I didn't really understand what that meant or why it meant i had to try and play football instead of what they were doing. i hated football and being in the mud, one boy always used to push me over and put my things in the mud because i wasn't really a boy he said and i talked funny, and he spat on my new shoes, and stole my favourite lime green transformer car. i tried to tell the teacher but she was the one who wouldn't let me go to the toilet. why did it have to be like that i wondered?

for all of those years i wished i could be back by the mountains and the sea, and the place where they meet, where i was born and it was warm. my auntie and my nain and my taid were there, so why couldn't we be too? we could just get in a car and go there, and i remember being mad at my mother for a very long time that we had to live with Him instead. it was only later that she told me it's because he was in the police and he would kill her and me and my sister if we left, and nobody would know. she had tried to tell the police before about the way he hurt us but they said they don't know what she was talking about, he would never do that, he was a good policeman. so she belived him when he promised to hurt us if we tried to get away.

i remember high school was so big and i felt so small, and now i REALLY had to be a boy, and more boys would hurt me if i tried not to be one of them. i liked books a lot, and read them whenever i could, i got good marks in english and i liked my teacher. i wrote a poem about war once, and she told me i was a dark horse, i didn't know what that meant, and i was thankful that another kid who was loud asked her what that meant so I didn't have to use my voice to do it.

it was high school where i got into music, and i realised that music was like books because it made pictures in my head, but other kids could see those pictures too and music was easier to share than a book. i got into guitar along with a few other mosher kids because punk rock was new and exciting, and easy to learn and play for people. my first guitar was 3/4 scale and had one pickup in the middle position. it was terrible and loved it, and the way it fit my body.

i grew a lot towards the end of high school, i got tall and i grew my hair long and straight, and i think a lot of girls liked me then, and i liked some too, but i had no way to talk to them any more because i still didn't want the boys to hurt me, though i was taller than them all now, which made me feel alien and strange. i was just glad that i could run away from PE to play guitar now.

college was where i met my first girlfriend, she said she loved me and she hurt me a lot and often, this was the only kind of love i knew how to receive besides the love that my mother gave which isn't what a girlfriend is for, so i gratefully accepted it, believing her when she said that if she didn't love me who else would? she did some stuff with other guys too, but thats okay because she said she didn't love them, just me, and that i wasn't allowed to talk to any girl other than her because she loved me. I believed her because why wouldn't I? i was 17 and had never been in love before.

i went to university and i learned about byron and the renaissance and shakespeare and wordsworth, about postmodernism and structuralism, and i studied film too and adaptation. i loved learning things but i could never stay and do the other fun stuff with the people in my class because i had to go home and i wasn't allowed to be far away from my girlfriend. she said i wasn't otherwise she would tell her friends about how embarrassing my body was and what i sounded like when i had sex with her, my face went red at the thought. i ate one sandwich a day for my meal, this felt like enough, but people kept asking me if i was okay. i was cold a lot, and very thin as I realised later. i grew a beard with my long hair because i wanted to embody the manliness that i saw in films and read about in books and saw in the bands i liked, then my girlfriend wouldn't be able to embarrass me to her friends.

I was 23 when she left me, I still didn't have the guts to leave her, and i cried for a long time, because i believed nobody else could ever love me. but then someone did, and i moved across the world to be with her and to get away from everything. i loved her and she loved me, and in a new special way where i didn't have to be hurt or scared, but i think she knew that the manliness was just a costume and this wasn't what she wanted. she wanted the real thing, not the pale imitation mask that i wore. we moved back to here and tried to make it work for a while until it was either we get married and decide who moves and stays where, or we go seperate ways. she chose the latter for me because i was paralysed by the idea of losing love once again.

i realised i liked boys too, a long time before that, but i had never had the chance to try things with them, to try kissing them or touching their bodies, and when i finally did i chose to wear girls clothes and underwear because that felt correct to me, and the way they touched me felt like they were touching a girl, and that felt nice. I used to step out onto the landing outside my bedroom at home with the big mirror when nobody else was home, and see what i looked like in my girl clothes. Every now and then if i held my body in a certain way I would see that girl, and then she was gone again. and i would put my metalhead guy clothes back on and feel the anger that i thought the music was giving to me. I didn't know that anger was coming from inside me, this was how it had to be for me, i was 27.

For my whole life up to that point i knew that 30 years was my cutoff point, i knew the anger that fueled me, and followed me around was also burning me out from the inside, like a tree in a fire that is left standing only as a hollow shell of itself. "no more" i said, 30 was the end of it all.

A funny thing happened though when i was 28. i met a girl at a party with some friends and felt like i recognised her, she was tall and strong and beautiful and was dressed like a wrestler for the theme of the party. I was drawn in and i had to know more about her. i realised then that we had met before, she was the brother of a boy i knew well from high school, and she was a girl now. she had done it, and i didn't know that was a thing you could just... do. she was only a year younger than me and she was a beautiful girl now, and i was speechless. i internalised that wonder, but never quite put the two together about the way i felt about myself and what she had done for herself. that came a little later when i was 29 and very quickly approaching my cutoff point. i realised then that i had to choose. I chose "fuck it, i may as well try and be a girl, i can always leave the world later if it doesn't work out"

when i was 30, and my body was now getting softer, and I was allowed to be beautiful thanks to the hormones i had waited a lifetime for, i met another beautiful girl like me. i could tell she had been sad for a long time too and was also seeing the world through the new eyes that we had given ourselves. we grew and bloomed together, we shared our plushies and added new ones to our family, and added other beautiful girls like us to our bouquet that we had met along the way, making our family bigger and bigger. we are now surrounded by our sisters and wives and partners and so much love that binds us and makes us stronger together, and we are held by it. we have love that stretches across oceans to where my wife and little girl are waiting, and are happy and held by their loves too. one day i hope we can all join up into one place, like a wild garden of flowers and plants and trees and moss and bees and bugs and dogs. i get to be a dog too now, and I like that i can forget about the bad stuff when i am allowed to be dog. i play with my stuffed toys and i eat from my bowl and I nap in my doggie bed, and when i wake i can bark at my girls and they bark back to me, our home is full of food and joy and music, this is what love is supposed to be i think.

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