#i'll steal you so then when your husband comes and rescues you i will steal him and leave you

[louisplumpyass]

I WANT TO BE MRS TOMLINSON SO BAD

#SO BAD YALL SO BAD I WILL KIDNAP HARRY #louis tomlinson #harry styles #i'll steal you so then when your husband comes and rescues you i will steal him and leave you #my family plan ❤️🥹 #larry #louis and harry #larry stylinson #stylinson #harry and louis #larries #one direction #one direction fandom

[thetaledeliveryservice]

I love selkies. Can you do a horror based story with selkie rook from twisted wonderland please!!

The Selkie's Chosen Bride

The content below the read more is Yandere content and is part of a Halloween Event. You have been warned.

He was knocking at the door again.

Every night for the past month, without fail he would be at your door, hoping to be let inside. And every night you've huddled up on your bed, praying for him to just go away until sleep finally claimed you. Then he'd be gone in the morning, but you knew if you strayed too close to the shore when the sun was out he'd be waiting for you.

You'd heard tales of selkies growing up here in this coastal town, mostly from your grandfather as he regaled you with stories from his sailing days. He'd fill your head with images of sunken treasures, underwater cities that were home to mermaids, and of course of those strange creatures who could take on the form of a seal using a coat. You hadn't put much stock in them of course, they just seemed like the stories any loving grandparent would tell their grandchild that you could look back on fondly as an adult.

The stories had even come to mind when you freed that seal tangled up in that fishing net a month ago. But you didn't think much of it at the time. All you saw was an animal in need of help, and you didn't hesitate to take out your pocket knife and cut the poor thing loose. A small act of kindness to add a little more good to the world, and then you went about your business after making sure the animal wasn't injured.

It was later in the day, as you started to walk home from the pier with the fish you caught for dinner in hand, did you run into a man you had never seen before. Short blonde hair with fringed bangs, pale skin, sharp green eyes, and a very pleased grin on his face at the sight of you. In his hands was what looked to be a seal's skin, much to your hidden disgust.

"Mon amour, there you are! I was hoping to run into you!" He exclaimed as he stopped you right in your tracks. You only gave the man a confused look as he held the seal skin out to you.

"Um...What are you doing?"

"Giving you my coat of course. It's only customary that I do so for the one I've chosen to marry."

"WHAT?!" You shrieked as you jumped back in shock, causing him to chuckle a bit.

"You saved my life Ma Cherie, so it is only right that I give it to you in return. I promise I'll be a wonderful husband to you. I will happily provide for you, and make sure you never want for anything."

Saved his life...

You took another look at the seal skin, realizing that it looked like it belong to the seal that you had rescued that morning, and your thoughts drifted back to your grandfather's stories. Mainly, about how those who wanted to take a selkie as a spouse would steal their coat. And now one was handing you his willingly after you detangled him from a net.

You quickly gave him a no before running to your home and locking the door. You had no interest in taking a supernatural creature as a husband. You had heard countless times of how badly those ended, and you were not going to be added to the list. But of course, he had followed you home, bringing to what had become a part of your daily life.

Him knocking at the door, trying to persuade you to let him in every night. You avoiding the shore, knowing that he was there waiting for you with his coat in hand. There was no end in sight for this nightmare for you, it seemed like this cycle wouldn't end.

But he decided to end it tonight it seems, as you heard him start breaking down the old wooden door that kept him at bay for so long, and heavy footfalls began to make their way towards your bedroom.

#HollowsHorrificRomance #Yandere #Yandere x Reader #Yandere Imagine #Yandere Twisted Wonderland #Yandere Twst #Yandere Rook Hunt

[howlingday]

Jaune Arc as Guybrush Threepwood from Monkey Island is soo perfect they're both loveable dorks. Who'd be Elena and Le Chuck tho? I know Murray the talking Skull would be Qrow(I think) Also what about Voodoo lady?

Wukong Island

Starring:

Jaune Arc as Guybrush Threepwood

Winter: I'm Councilman Schnee. Councilman Winter Schnee. Am I correct in assuming the Happy Huntresses put you up to this?

Jaune: Ghk!

Winter: Relax, Mr. Arc. I know why you are here. You're not the first man to attempt to come in here. But very few have ever made it this far.

Jaune: Urb!

Winter: My lookout informed me of your arrival. To be honest, I've been curious to meet you since I heard your fascinating name. Tell me, Mr. Arc, why do you wish to become a pirate?

Jaune: Mmnflgh!

Winter: You don't look like one. Your face is too... (Smiles) sweet.

Jaune: Aghb!

Winter: I see. Well, if you aren't interested in idle chit-chat, I'll leave you to your many adventures. (Walks away)

Jaune: Mgbl! Mnkrfrtfrkt! Plaglin! (Sighs) Why can't I talk to pretty girls?

Winter Schnee as Elaine Marley/Threepwood

Jaune: Mrs. Arc, could you give the court some idea of what a fine, upstanding citizen your husband is?

Winter: Well, let's see... When I first met you, you were breaking into my manor to steal a statue. Later, after shanghaiing the entire kingdom into fleeing Atlas for Vacuo, he totally failed to rescue me from the evil clutches of Ghost Pirate Taurus, so I had to dress up a monkey faunus in a bridal gown!

Jaune: This may have been a mistake...

Adam Taurus as Ghost Zombie Demon Pirate God LeChuck

Grunt: Uh, Captain Taurus? I...

Adam: Ah... There's nothing like the hot winds of Hell blowing in your face.

Grunt: No, sir! Nothing like it! Heh heh...

Adam: It's days like this that make you glad to be dead.

Grunt: Oh, yes, sir! Glad to be dead!

Adam: Ye are glad to be dead, RIGHT?!

Grunt: Oh- Oh, yes, sir! I feel so lucky you captured my ship, then murdered me and my entire crew. Yes... Yes, sir... Lucky.

#rwby #monkey island #jaune arc #winter schnee #winter knight #adam taurus #tales of monkey island #super monkey island

[sherlokiness]

Pate, Dany, and PolJon

Pate as foreshadowing for Dany with all his delusions of grandeur and his "love" Rosey. Switch the key for IT then we have Dany as Pate with Jon/home as Rosey. Pate died from biting a poisoned dragon coin given by a Faceless Man. Dany will be killed by either Arya or Jon who is in love. Since love is poison then Jon can be a "poisoned" dragon.

“Where’s Rosey? Our rightful queen deserves another round of cider, wouldn’t you say?”

Since Jon is Rosey, then yes, he's the rightful King.

Jorah saved me from the poisoner, and Arstan Whitebeard from the manticore. Perhaps Strong Belwas will save me from the next.

Multiple poison attempts but still dies of "poison."

He flicked the coin back at her with his forefinger. "Someplace no stag ever found . . . though a dragon might."

From OP

Rosey and love

And I should like to sleep with Rosey's arms around me, Pate thought. He shifted restlessly on the bench. By the morrow the girl could well be his. I will take her far from Oldtown, across the narrow sea to one of the Free Cities.

Let’s get real: Rosey is a serving wench whose virginity costs a golden dragon. Pate treats the whole business as a sort of sentimental rescue mission, but at the end of the day he’s just romanticizing prostitution. To top it all waitresses are supposed to be chatty and friendly with clients (for example she “flirts” with Alleras as well). Even better, Pate’s best memory of his “beloved” is about a foot massage. It's not like there's some sort of deeper connection.

Notice that Pate doesn’t bother considering Rosey’s dreams, he assumes that once he’ll get her (by paying, lol) she’ll love him unconditionally, and they’ll live happily together. 

My thoughts under the cut

PolJon sounds a lot like this. I assume that Jon will be polite to Dany when they meet. Jon will have to wash her feet=have sex cause she will be dragging them before she commits to the War for the Dawn. Jesus Jon washing her feet is a sign of service and humilty. Poor Jon.

"If my husband wishes me to wash his feet, he must first wash mine. I will tell him so this evening."

"Daenerys, my queen, I will gladly wash you from head to heel if that is what I must do to be your king and consort."

Of course like Hizdahr, Jon doesn't love Dany.

There is also lots of symbolism when it comes to Dany and her foot/steps. Dany called it "Jon's War" in the show and expects Sansa to kiss her feet as if the rest of the other kingdoms didn't also help. Lol. She's also calling herself "protector of the realm" yet needs to be compensated first.

His last thought was of Rosey.

This reminds me of Rhaegar's death but unlike him, Dany won't get to say anything.

"The blood of the dragon." But my dragons are roaring in the darkness. "I remember the Undying. Child of three, they called me. Three mounts they promised me, three fires, and three treasons. One for blood and one for gold and one for …"

She didn't get to utter the last word which is love.

"I'm Pate," the other said, "like the pig boy"

Idk? Jonsa with Lady Piggy as The Bastard's lady love

It's a good read I'll put a few comments from that OP's thread.

Maester Gormon accused him of stealing, and the text seems to let the idea go unnoticed. But the subtext?

(…)across the narrow sea to one of the Free Cities. There were no maesters there, no one to accuse him.

Why should this be mentioned? Why should this be a problem?

All the prologue is apparently about the moral struggle of poor Pate, hero of his own story. Too bad the choice did already happen. The whole chapter teases us with the idea, or at least the possibility, of Pate being innocent. Or at least, still undecided.

But this is not true.

If I pick that up, I am a thief, he remembered thinking. (…)Pate snatched up the key and had been halfway to the door before turning back to take the silver too.

This is my favorite line of the chapter, a very low-profile nice touch:

"Have you decided what you are?" Must he make me say it? "I suppose I am a thief." "I thought you might be."

I love this exchange because it highlights the hypocrisy, the self-entitlement but also the blindness of Pate:

First of all, Pate’s already a thief: beside the key he took Walgrave’s silver. Plus, the other accusations. Despite not wanting to open his eyes, he already made his choice.

Second, he feels wronged by the Alchemist’s words. That “must he make me say it” line is so full of misplaced resentment. Pate’s responsible for his fate and failures, the Alchemist’s one is just a question. Pate’s guilty conscience immediately finds another target than Pate himself.

Third, the answer: “I suppose”. Until the very end, Pate decides to keep it as vague as possible.

The key is the Iron Throne and she will steal it from FAegon then Jon. The metaphor also works if we think about what the key is for.

[..]and of course there was even less chance of his coming on the fragmentary, anonymous, blood-soaked tome sometimes called Blood and Fire and sometimes The Death of Dragons, the only surviving copy of which was supposedly hidden away in a locked vault beneath the Citadel.

It's to open the door to the Citadel that has The Death of Dragons book.

#anti-aegony #ice and fire boy and nothing so sweet #i need to post so many things #doesn't dany dream of being a sailor while pate is being a barber #pate's been studying for years still dumb tho #dany and her lessons #someone pls analyse the apples by the sphin

[justinmitchellfan]

MERCEDES VARNADO X JAMES CHARLES LOVE STORY SMUT WARNING ⚠️

The story takes place back in August of 2021

On August 6th of 2021 as James Charles is the new talking smack backstage interviewer host where he meets mercedes backstage

James Charles was born on May 23 of 1999 and is 22 years old and height is 5"9 and dark brown eye color and black hair color and makeup influencer and has a makeup channel and he has a younger brother Ian Dickson and two parents Christie Dickson and skip Dickson

This is james Charles and he is gay and is a virgin

James Charles house

His black tesla

His brother Ian Dickson who is 20 years old

Mercedes varnado was born on January 26 of 1992 and height is 5"5 and is 29 years old and been married to her husband sarath Tom for 6 years and black eye color and wearing a blue wig

This is mercedes varnado

But she has a segment with Bianca belair and zelina vega and mercedes gets In the ring as she has a microphone 🎤 "Tampa the boss is back and it is boss time on Friday night smackdown and as sasha banks I take back my spotlight that I deserve I am back for my spotlight that I created and I promise you I will never let anybody steal my spotlight ever again see why says mercedes and they show the footage and after they show the footage last week I exposed Bianca belair and it was so easy and for the past couple of weeks I've been watching Bianca making a mistake after mistake so of course so while carmella and zelina taking liberty to Bianca and I decided to make a statement and rescue our smackdown women's champion because let's face it Bianca would be nothing without me there would be no espy awards

There would be no chilling with Megan Thee stallion and there would be no main event at wrestlemania did you see it when Bianca started crying before our match when she was standing in the ring across from the greatest of all time any other athlete would've thanked me for turning them from rookie to reigning champion but no Bianca had to diss me there was no gratitude there was no thank you coming out of her mouth instead while I was sitting at home I was thinking about the disrespect that she was showing me week after week so much so that I came back here for Friday night smackdown for one thing and one thing only to make Bianca pay so last week says mercedes as she gets interuppted

"First of all you not going to be standing or talking all that when I get in the ring and you think that I'm nothing without you girl uh uh because the last time I checked you were literally begging me to choose you after I won the royal rumble so that we could main event wrestlemania and make history together we, you and I so its not even that you want credit you just want me to shine and don't get it twisted I've ben shining and representing says Bianca as she gets in the ring as mercedes wisely gets out of the ring

"Oh where you going was it something that I said what you gonna do take another four months off says Bianca "I can do whatever I want when I want because when you're a legend and when your legendary says mercedes "okay you know what yes yes I will I'll give you that one yes you are on if the greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots you want this title if you want this title it's on says Bianca

"NO no no no uh uh this right here this is not happening right now Bianca look at me when I'm talking to you is that ugly little braid tied a little to tight huh are you lost cause I can find you in a situation you see last week says zelina vega "don't you even think about taking a step into this ring says Bianca "fine I'll stand right here but let me remind you before mercedes swoops in like a wretched little vulture that she is you accepted my challenge my challenge zelina vega In the moment (little bit of foreign language)what you gonna do says zelina vega "yeah what you gonna do Bianca you gonna accept her challenge what you gonna do says Mercedes

"She wasn't even talking to you no she was talking to me because I'm the champ so I'll see you at summerslam and zelina I ain't forgot about you so I'll fight you tonight says Bianca and the segment ends and now the smack talk backstage segment "hey guys I'm here with the boss mercedes varnado and mercedes we now now it's official wrestlemania rematch you and Bianca belair at summerslam for the smackdown women's championship what does this mean for you says James Charles "what does it mean I finally get my rematch I finally get my revenge on Bianica belair you know for months I was sitting at home healing the wond that she did to me after she cheated with that braid I would never stoop that low if I was the champion

No I brought people up just like I brought Bianca up just like I helped her get an espy just like helped get all the accolades and she wants to claim that she's the biggest star now she's the est of wwe while I'm the legit boss and I'm coming back for my smackdown women's championship says mercedes "well you mentioned Bianca owes you a thank you on her success you care to elaborate on that says James Charles " I mean wouldn't you say thank you after everything that I've done no James I don't get any respect around here I'm the boss I'm the standard I'm the leader and im the conversation and she needs to realize that come summerslam Bianca will not be the est of wwe no more because I'm the greatest I'm the best so I guess that makes Me the est of the wwe by boo I'll see you at summerslam says mercedes and the segment ends

"Meet me at my hotel suite James Charles and I'll be waiting for for in my hotel room says mercedes and then James Charles puts on a tuxedo and drives hi black tesla to the hotel and after he arrives and is at mercedes hotel room and knocks on the door and mercedes opens the door "come in says mercedes and James Charles comes in and mercedes closes the door "what is your name and you are cute says mercedes "thanks and my name is James Charles and I'm gay and you are cute too honey says James Charles "you are gay and have you ever had sex before or no says mercedes "I'm a virgin and I never had sex or kissed anyone says James Charles "your first kiss will be with me as we will have sex and will it be your first time having sex with me says mercedes

"It'll be my first time but I'm gay says James Charles "you being will not stop me says mercedes as she kisses James Charles and James Charles does his first kiss as they make out as James Charles takes off mercedes clothes as they continue making out as mercedes takes off his clothes and they ate both naked revealing James Charles 10 inch dick "be careful because my dick is sensitive says James Charles "My pussy is sensitive too and that won't stop us from having sex as it will be your first time and I'll teach you how to have sex honey says mercedes as they continue making out "teach me before we start having sex honey says James Charles and mercedes tells James Charles on how to have sex and the different sex positions and the protection "and I want you to wear a condom on your dick before you stick it in my sensitive pussy so I don't get pregnant says mercedes "I'll use protection says James Charles and they head to the bedroom as James Charles has a condom package in this hand

And then James Charles gets on the bed as it is his first time having sex with mercedes as mercedes sucks on his sensitive dick as James Charles moans Slightly as mercedes continues to suck on his sensitive dick as James Charles moans and then James Charles puts mercedes on her back "now don't forget that my pussy is sensitive honey says mercedes "I won't forget that your pussy is sensitive mercedes says James Charles and James Charles licks mercedes sensitive pussy as mercedes moans very loud as James Charles thrusts his fingers in mercedes sensitive pussy as she moans "don't be afraid to fuck my sensitive pussy with your sensitive dick honey says mercedes as she moans and James Charles puts on the condom and sticks his sensitive dick in mercedes pussy as they both moan and James Charles fucks mercedes pussy with his dick as they moan loud and he continues fucking mercedes pussy real hard as they both continue moaning

And then they do the sex positions that mercedes taught James Charles and they do the pushing tush sex position as James Charles thrusts his dick in mercedes pussy Deep as mercedes moans as she scratches his back with her nails as she moans while James Charles continues fucking mercedes pussy very Deep as he moans and James Charles continues to fuck mercedes pussy real hard as mercedes continues scratching his back with her nails and then they do the butterfly sex position as James Charles thrusts his dick in mercedes pussy once more as mercedes and James moan "whisper the dirty words that I taught you honey says mercedes as she moans and James Charles whispers dirty words to mercedes as mercedes cums on James Charles dick and then they do the drop box sex position that mercedes taught him as well and mercedes is halfway off the bed

And James Charles fucks mercedes pussy real deep as mercedes and him both moan as he continues fucking mercedes pussy as mercedes moans and so does James Charles and then they do the rocking horse sex position as mercedes sits her sensitive pussy in James Charles dick as she moans as she bounces on his condom covered dick as James Charles moans and she continues bouncing her pussy on his dick as they both moan and then mercedes gives James Charles a Lao dance as she bounces on his dick as James Charles moans as mercedes continues bouncing her ass on his dick as she moans and then they do the queen takes king sex position in the chair "I love how you moan when I fuck your sensitive dick and the way you fuck my ass and my sensitive pussy honey says mercedes as she starts bouncing on his dick as she moans "I agree with you honey says James Charles as he moans as mercedes continues bouncing on his dick real hard then thru do a couple more sex positions as they are very sweaty and have messy sex hair

And they get on their side as James Charles lifts up mercedes leg and fuck her sensitive pussy as mercedes moans as James Charles moans as he continues fucking mercedes and he does a kiss to mercedes for the first time as mercedes moans through the kiss and then mercedes gets on her stomach as James Charles fucks mercedes ass as mercedes moans into the mattress and couple minutes later as James Charles cums in the condom and then 45 minutes later as they are now exhausted "did you love having sex with me for the first time James Charles says mercedes "yes it was my first time having sex with you mercedes Saya James Charles then at 12:00 in morning as mercedes husband walks in on them as they have no clothes on and he gets angry "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS BEHIND MY BACK says sarath Tom "I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT BABE says mercedes "this your husband honey says James Charles "WHY DO HE SOUND LIKE THAT WHEN HE TALKS says sarath Tom "HES GAY AND THAT DIDNT STOP ME FROM HAVING SEX WITH ME FOR THE FIRST TIME says mercedes

"IM GAY SIR AND IT WAS MY FIRST TIME WITH YOUR WIFE says James Charles "SHUT UP BECAUSE THIS BETWEEN ME AND MY WIFE says sarath Tom "DO TELL MY LOVER TO FUCKING SHUT UP AND SHOW SOM.. says mercedes "SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND AND YOU ARE WITH ME says sarath Tom "DO NOT TELL MERCEDES TO SHUT UP AND SHOW SOME RESPECT TO ME AND says James Charles "ILL SHOW YOU SOME RESPECT says sarath Tom and they fight ad they beat each other up and then James Charles brother Ian Dickson breaks up the fight "ate you okay honey says mercedes as she checks on James Charles "I WANT YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HIM sats sarath Tom "NO I WILL NOT FUCKING STAY AWAY FROM MY LOVER says mercedes "THEN I WANT A DIVORCE FROM YOU says sarath Tom "YOULL GET YOUR FUCKING DIVORCE BECAUSE IM NO LONGER IN LOVE WITH YOU says mercedes "YOURE IN LOVE WITH THIS BITCH NOW says sarath Tom "GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW AND IF I SEE YOU ANYWHERE NEAR ME OR MY LOVER I WILL HAVE YOU FUCKING ARRESTED says mercedes

"FINE ILL LEAVE says sarath Tom and he leaves the hotel "thanks for breaking up the fight and what is your name says mercedes "I'm Ian Dickson and James Charles is my brother and why are you and my brother naked says Ian Dickson "that's because me and your gay brother had sex Ian Dickson says mercedes "was this your first time having sex with mercedes brother says Ian Dickson "yes it was my first time having sex with mercedes Ian says James Charles and mercedes checks on James Charles "are you okay honey says mercedes "I'm fine now Thanks to my brother Breaking up the fight says James Charles

Then a 3:00 pm as James Charles goes back to Los Angeles with mercedes and his brother to his house and then they enter his house and James Charles gives mercedes a tour "this is the living room and the kitchen and dining room says James Charles as they enter the living room, the kitchen and dining room "you have a very nice house honey says mercedes "thank you for the compliment on my house says James Charles "you're welcome honey says mercedes and James Charles shows mercedes the laundry room and the downstairs bathroom and then they go upstairs as James Charles shows mercedes his master bedroom and master bathroom and the other rooms in his house

"That's the tour of my house honey says James Charles "thanks for the tour of your house honey says mercedes "you're welcome says James Charles "can I give you a kiss honey says James Charles "you can give me a kiss my love says mercedes and James Charles gives mercedes a quick kiss then James Charles order take out from panda express and the food arrives and they are at the counter and mercedes sits on James Charles lap as they eat take out dinner from panda express as they have a conversation "so where did you guys meet says Ian Dickson "we met backstage while I interviewed mercedes on the smack talk segment says James Charles

"And I asked your brother to meet me in my hotel room and he wore a tuxedo when he showed up says mercedes "why did you guys not have any clothes on as I broke up the fight between Mt brother and your soon to be ex husband "well we had sex and it was your brother's first time having sex with me says mercedes "I told her that I am gay but that didn't stop her says James Charles as they continue eating as they talk some more "did you teach my gay brother how to have sex says iam Dickson "I taught your brother on how to have sex With me says mercedes "let's talk about something else okay guys says James Charles and then they finish eating the take out food

"The take out food was so delicious says mercedes "it's good and I'm glad you loved the take out food says James Charles "how long have you been the smack talk interviewer host if wwe honey says mercedes "I've been the host for a while on smack talk says James Charles "that's your job says Ian Dickson "that's been my job for a while Ian says James Charles and around 9:00 pm as mercedes and James Charles head to his master bedroom and James Charles locks the door as they kiss and take off each others clothes revealing his 10 inch hard dick and they get on the bed as mercedes sucks on James Charles dick as James Charles moans as mercedes continues to suck on his dick and sucks his entire 10 inch dick in her mouth and continues sucking and then James Charles sucks on mercedes titties as mercedes moans as James Charles slides his hand down to mercedes sensitive pussy and rubs her sensitive pussy as mercedes moans and James Charles leaves hickeys and bite marks all over mercedes

And then they do the pushing tush sex position as James Charles thrusts his dick in mercedes sensitive pussy as mercedes moans and so does James Charles as he moans as mercedes scratches his back with her nails as he continues fucking mercedes pussy real deep as he whispers dirty words to mercedes and mercedes cums on his dick and then they do the missionary with a twist sex position as James Charles fucks mercedes pussy hard as mercedes moans his name as James Charles continues fucking mercedes pussy as he moans and mercedes moans and then they do the yogi sex position as James Charles thrusts his dick in mercedes pussy and mercedes moans "harder honey says mercedes as she moans and James Charles fucks mercedes pussy real hard and deep as they both moan as James Charles continues to fuck mercedes pussy and then he cums in her pussy and then they do the cowpoke sex position as mercedes bounces on James Charles 10 inch dick

And mercedes continues bouncing on his dick as she moans real loud as she continues to bounce on James Charles dick as he moans and then they do the circus freak sex position as mercedes humps her sensitive pussy in James Charles dick and starts humping his dick real deep as they both moan as James Charles gropes mercedes boobs and nipples as mercedes moans as mercedes continues to hump on his dick and then they do the doggy style sex position as James Charles thrusts his dick in mercedes ass and mercedes moans as James Charles continues fucking mercedes ass as mercedes moans very loud as James Charles whispers even more dirty words in mercedes ear as mercedes cums on his dick once again

And then they do the inverted missionary sex position as mercedes straddles his dick nice and slow as mercedes and James Charles moans as mercedes continues to straddle his dick as she moans and them the get on their side as James Charles lifts up mercedes leg and sticks his dick in mercedes pussy and starts thrusting his dick in mercedes pussy a mercedes moans and they kiss as he continues fucking mercedes pussy as mercedes moans through the kiss and 24 minutes later as they are very sweaty and have messy sex hair as they continue having sex as mercedes gets on her stomach as James Charles fucks mercedes ass real hard as mercedes moans into the mattress as he continues fucking mercedes ass and then James Charles cums in mercedes ass and then they do the rocking horse sex position and 25 minutes later as they are almost exhausted as they do on more sex position

And they do the butterfly sex position as James Charles fucks mercedes pussy real hard as mercedes moans and James Charles Continues fucking mercedes pussy as mercedes moans and they both cum as they are now exhausted

[swaggerfelt]

Chapter 5

Violet couldn't help but be in awe at the world around her, after Harry had let her and the rest of her family into Diagon alley she couldn't focus on just one thing. Wizards covered in robes of all colors, shapes, and sizes bustled around.

"Daddy, these people are weird" Petunia speaks to her father who is in just as much awe as his second child.

"Petunia don't be rude" Mrs. Dursley scolds the girl as she crosses her arms letting out a huffed breath. They walk into Gringotts to be greeted by chaos,

"What is going on here?" Dudley asks and Harry is taken aback when a Daily Prophet reporter walks uncomfortably close to him.

"Harry Potter! Tansy Rubble speaking Can you tell us about the new girl you are with? Is this another child of the potter family? An Illegitimate one from an affair perhaps?" Harry is caught off guard by the shorter woman, her rounded face framed by brown hair and large dark eyes sparkling with interest. Harry scratches the back of his head nervously.

"I-i mean of course not see, I have this cousin and-" he stutters slightly before Ginny cuts him off.

"Lay off him! Leave us alone it's none of your business" she huffs before ushering all of them to the bank's desk.

"We need to withdraw and open an account." Harry says to the goblin at the front desk who looks bored.

"Alright, we just need to know your blood status, and if the new account owner is a muggle born we need at least one pure blood to sign off on it or two half bloods." Harry looks confused and Violet looks up at him wondering if this was normal, her question was answered when Ginny once again comes to her husband's rescue slamming her hands down.

"That's bullshit! why?" she yells as the goblin uses the end of his quill to gently pry her hand off the wood as if touching her would give him some sort of disease.

"The ministry put the order in recently, so muggle borns don't pose as wealthier wizards of long lineage and steal their money." Harry is the one to speak up this time as the entire Dursley family stays quiet, Violet wonders if this is something that happens often.

"That's ridiculous you guys have the best security in the world! Why would the ministry do such a thing?" the goblin shrugs marking something in his book and taking out two parchment pieces,

"Why does everyone assume most goblins are greedy and prefer to work in a bank? I wanted to be a dancer." he says simply and Ginny glares.

"Well why do goblins tend to answer a question with a question?" the little man looks up and points his quill at her,

"Now that's offensive, we don't all do that I just like to." he gives them both a piece of parchment.

"Sign here and give me the name of the new and old account owner." Harry furrows his brows unsatisfied with the conclusion of their conversation but signs the paper anyways.

"Withdrawn from Harry Potter, new account name Crocus Dursley. Hun, remind me to speak to Hermione about this as the minister of magic she has to know something." Violet cringes at how the account is under her real name but doesn't say anything.

"We can just go see ron now if the shop is open" Ginny offers and Harry nots slowly,

"You take everyone, I'll withdraw the money and set up Violet's account then meet up with you later." Ginny nods, walking away from Harry and Violet looks up at her.

"Is everything all right?" she asks and the taller woman smiles nodding,

"Of course dear everything is going to be just fi-" she gets cut off when Tansy Rubble walks over.

"Will you give the Prophet a statement on the young girl ?" Ginny seems to fume, her face turning as red as her hair before she turns around.

"If it will satisfy you vultures to know, Crocus Dursley is Harry's younger cousin." She doesn't let the woman ask anything else, taking Violet's hand and dragging her out of Gringotts ushering everyone else with them.

"Teddy, take the boys and go get your school things." She sighs walking hand in hand with Violet to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the Dursley family following.

Ginny opens the door to her brother's store to find it packed with young wizards and witches. Fred Weasley jr. is at the counter a moving portrait of his name sake is in the ground behind him, taunting him with kissy faces and noises as he talks to a girl with a flirty grin on his face. Ginny walks to the counter "Freddy is Ron in?" Ginny asks quickly, moving the girl over as she asks. The dark skinned boy puffs out his cheeks letting out the air slowly knitting his eyes together in frustration,

"Damn aunt Gin, I was trying to work an angle." he complains watching Ginny roll her eyes.

"Freddy, where is ron? RONALD?!" she yells walking around the counter before Ron comes out from the back.

"What? What!? Is someone dying?" He asks a stressed look on his face as he wipes sweat from his brow before seeing Ginny.

"Ron, did you hear about the new mandate passed by the ministry?" he looks confused at her for a moment, shooing Fred away.

"I did but I didn't think you'd hear about it so quickly." He looks over at the Dursley's he could almost recognize Dudley but really only noticed their clothes.

"You have muggles standing behind you, Gin." he says simply, his confusion growing as Ginny sighs exasperatedly.

"I'm aware of that Ronald, why would Hermione pass such a thing being muggle born herself?" she asks him. Violet takes the moment to look around at all the amazing things in the store, gumballs to give you different voices, x-ray spectacles, trick quills, and more.

"Hermione didn't pass it" Ron says simply sitting down with a sigh wiping his face again.

"That's impossible, she's the Minister of Magic." Ginny furrows her brows and Ron lets out a huff like laugh.

"For now she is." Ron mumbles and Ginny steps closer to the counter.

"What do you mean? It's not an election year." she asks and Ron stands up straightening some display items on the counter.

"They're questioning her accountability and work due to her being a muggle born. I guess someone from the sacred eight brought up a good point that was backed up by someone in muggle studies." he rubs his forehead

"Hermione might lose her job for something that isn't even her fault." He sits down again, his stressed face makes more sense now.

"Are they mad? Who made up such a thing?" Ron lets out a deep breath.

"I don't know and they wouldn't tell her, she's on paid leave until everything gets sorted." he stands up moving to the back of the shop again.

"We're both very overwhelmed but that's all I know for now, sorry sis." he disappears to the back of the store just as a loud explosion is heard.

"Eurika!" George yells before running out looking triumphant, his face darkened by ash and his hair blown out of his face.

"Ha ha! Freddy! You've got to come see this! Oh hey sis." he greets Ginny who waves with her eyes wide and Petunia laughs at his wild appearance.

"Freddy, where did you-" he stops as he sees the moving portrait of Fred sr. looking up at him almost sheepishly. George's son rounds the corner.

"Sorry i'm here" he says tilting his head as his father stays quiet looking at the portrait wave at him.

"What's wrong pop?" he asks but George doesn't move, transfixed on the picture. Violet watches the blood drain from Ginny's face.

"Where… did this come from?" George asks finally, not looking at Fred Jr. who shrugs.

"Roxy said she heard humming and brought it from the basement all covered up, it looks just like your portrait by the door. She thought it was a backup or something, although it's weird it has my name on it." he chuckles and George sighs deeply, a heavy sound that seems to fill the space making the air thick and sticky.

"Take it back, I don't want to look at it." he says softly before disappearing into the back again.

"Uh.. ok" Freddy says looking confused as the portrait also seems down.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Unexpected Places (Pt. 05 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 2.5 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

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The Crippled And The Blind

The loud voices, laughter, and yells are echoing through the house. Ragnar is with a group of wanderers that just stopped by. He seems to be getting along with them since they're all very friendly and brought good things to trade. You have no intention of interrupting the conversation, so you stay on the inside. You make your way to the hanging table, sitting on it as usual. You're still softly swinging when you hear Ivar's unmistakable footsteps, and a small smile comes to your lips. You do try to push it back, but when he comes to your sight, it's still there, in full display.

“Won't you join the party?” He asks, coming to stand next to you by the table, his free hand holding on the chains.

“No. If I show up out there, Ragnar will introduce me as an England princess and I wouldn't want to steal all the attention he's been getting.” You answer in a sassy tone, shrugging your shoulders. “What about you? I bet they'd love to meet Ivar the Boneless.”

His smile only gets bigger, and a chuckle leaves his lips. Things with Ivar have been... Different. In the last weeks, you've been chatting a lot, more and more every day. But you're keeping a distance. The stories about Ivar reached your ears quickly, and you know he's dangerous. Still, it's getting hard to see that side of him when he's been treating you so... Kindly. It got people talking too. Hvitserk said Ivar is surprising him, acting like that. But you try not to overthink, and just take one day after the other and see how it happens. So far, you're enjoying your talking.

“Let the old man have it.” He mutters, pushing the wood and making you swing again. “I was planning on taking a walk on the beach.” Speaking slow, he smirks at you. “Wanna join me?”

Biting your lower lip, you nod, jumping to the ground. “Why not?”

You both go through one of the doors on the back, and you realize Ivar can keep a fast pace despite the clutch. The cold wind makes you brace yourself by the time you reach the sand, and you lightly rub your arms.

“Should've brought a warm cloak.” He mutters, glancing at you.

“I'm alright.” Pulling a strand of hair away from your face, you stop by a small boat. “What's the reason for this?”

“Reason?”

“Yeah.” Leaning your back against the boat, you shrug your shoulders. “You never invited me for anything like this.”

“Maybe it was because I never thought you'd accept.” Sighing, he sits on the sand, resting the clutch on his legs.

“And why would you think that?” Looking down at him, you cross your arms. “I thought we were somehow friends by now.” You're still unsure of where exactly you are with Ivar. With Hvitserk, it was almost instantly, and you've been good friends since day one. Ubbe took longer, but you have a nice relationship with him as well, even though you're not as close as you are with Hvitserk. But Ivar... It's different, you're still not quite sure why. “Or have I misread things?”

“I like to think we are friends, princess.” When you finally look at him, those blue eyes are already set on you.

With your cheeks burning, your heart starts beating faster, drumming on your ears. “We are.” You assure him, taking a deep breath and settling down beside him, looking at the ocean. The waves are strong today, loudly crashing on the sand.

“Good.” He bumps his shoulder against yours. “Not many women want to... Hang around with me.”

His statement makes you pinch your eyebrows together. “Why?” You can't imagine a reason for any girl not want to... What? Be around Ivar? Or maybe have some attention from him. Of course you can only speak for yourself, but the Vikings must be mesmerized by his strength. By the stories they tell about him. And on top of that, you're not blind. Ivar is handsome, very handsome. Any woman would love to get his eyes set on her.

“Isn't it obvious?” Ivar gestures at his legs and only then this ‘obvious’ come to your mind.

“Oh.” Staring at the metal clothed legs, you shake your head lightly. It never really got to you. It's not that you haven't noticed, but it never played an important part in your judgment of him.

“Bad news, princess. I'm a crippled.” He sing songs, his voice a lot darker.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you push your legs up, hugging your knees. “I know you're a crippled. But being honest, I don't see the problem.” It isn't hard to guess this affects him. Mostly being a Viking. You know he wishes he could rush through the battlefield, fighting, riding a strong horse. But he can't. It probably kills him inside.

“Then I'm the crippled and you're the blind.” He suddenly snaps, and when you look at him, he's shaking his head no. “Don't be stupid. Every woman here wants an Ubbe. Or a Bjorn. Standing tall and strong, well experienced by the many wars they–”

“You're tall.” Cutting him off, you elbow him. “And I know you can fight. People aren't terrified of you for no reason. So drop it, you're not less of a Viking just because you can't walk as other people can.”

He chuckles, and when his eyes meet yours, you suddenly notice the proximity. You're not that close, but you were never this close... “Are you joking?”

“No.” You honestly answer, smiling. “I get that people look at you and see the legs first. But I didn't. I...” Will you really tell him this? You've been lying and hiding so many things from people while on Wessex, and here, you want to do the exact opposite. You want to speak the truth, whatever the truth is because nobody will curse you for it. And maybe, it'll make Ivar feel better. “Actually, the first thing I noticed were your eyes.”

“Really?” Furrowing his eyebrows, you can tell he's not very convinced.

“Really.” You simply say.

“You're pretty stupid then.” Ivar bursts out, but, as much as you feel a little offended at first, you're quick to get the mocking tone behind it. “You see a crippled and the thing that gets your attention is the eye color.”

“I'll ignore the insult.” Nodding to yourself, you bite back a laugh, looking at the ocean again. “But if that's your opinion, I'll accept it.”

“You're both.”

“Both?”

“Both pretty and stupid.”

“I...” It takes a few seconds to process what he just said. You're still staring at the horizon, not brave enough to face those eyes, strong and bright, burning through your skin. Your cheeks are burning again, so you look down at your hands, hoping the hair that falls will hide your blushing face. “It goes both ways.” Taking a deep breath, you stand up, dusting off the sand from your dress. “You're as stupid as you're handsome.” Sustaining his stare for a while, watching as his face light up and a smile comes to his lips, you turn your back at him, walking away. You hear a giggle, but decide to ignore it.

“I didn't know you could be sassy.” Ivar raises his voice to make himself heard through the growing distance you're putting in between the two of you.

“You don't know me, dear.” Turning around and walking backward, you smile. “What? Do you think chatting during the meals is enough? You have no idea who I am.”

“Who knows? Maybe we can change that.”

“Maybe.” Shrugging your shoulders, you give your back at him and leave the beach.

The next hours you spend with Aslaug, as she complains about the wanderers. They're nothing like this other man who came by years ago, she says. They're too loud for her taste, too rude. And, since it's a Viking complaining about those things, she might be right. But, despite all that, she still attends to the feast Ragnar insisted on giving. You already know that people here don't really need a reason to cook insane amounts of food and invite everyone over to eat and dance and party until the sun is about to rise again. So you join them.

The celebration has been going on for quite a while now, a few hours went by since you showed up. You already ate, so now, drinking from a horn, you stand beside Helga next to the table where her husband happily tells some people his stories. “He keeps staring,” Helga mutters as you take another sip from your drink.

“Who?”

“Bjorn.”

“Oh.” Trying to be discreet, you take a look where he's seated, slightly nodding at him when your eyes meet. “Since the horse incident, we haven't been speaking much.”

“Aslaug told me an interesting story,” Helga smirks, and you furrow your eyebrows at her. “Hvitserk and Ivar. She said you have a... Curious relationship with both of them and she has no idea who you like.”

“Hvitserk is just a friend.” You speak fast, almost choking on your drink. “We've been friends since I got here basically, but that's it.”

She raises an eyebrow, her eyes moving from you to Ivar. That's when you notice you know exactly where he is. “You explained your relationship with one of them... What about the other?”

That makes you restless because you feel like giving the same answer you gave about Hvitserk isn't completely true. But how exactly can you explain it? “Ivar and I are... Friends... Not as close as Hvitserk, Uhm... We're actually just starting to–”

“I haven't noticed this one yet.” A raspy, strong voice says, and your attention is taken by the three men who came to stand behind you.

“She's a pretty one.” The taller, with dirty blonde hair, says. Stepping back, you stand next to Helga.

“More than pretty.” The third one, with a heavy accent, adds. “Are you a servant?”

“No, I–”

“Of course she isn't. Look at her dress.” The first one, with a braided beard, cuts you off before you can say anything, coming closer and forcing you and Helga to give a step back. His eyes are evil as they travel through your body, up and down. “Her jewels...” His hand comes to touch your necklace, and the other, the blond, moves to your side, pulling the skirt of your dress.

“She's under Aslaug's protection,” Helga speaks up, pulling you to the side a little. But by the way the man smiles, it doesn't seem like they care.

“Is she?” The blond asks, but it doesn't sound like he wants an answer.

You're about to say something, anything when another figure comes from behind you. Your heart starts pounding, but you're relieved when you recognize Bjorn. He stands between you, Helga, and those men. “My friends, why don't you join me for a drink?” He says, a hand behind his back gesturing for you to leave.

Helga takes your hand and pulls you away, back to the table where you were seated before. “Don't go anywhere alone tonight.” She whispers in your ear right before walking away.

“What was that?” You're quick to feel the change in the atmosphere, and, looking around, you notice everyone you know is gone, and Ubbe is the only one on the table. “Where is–”

“C'mon.” He quickly says and gets up, and you follow him inside. Everyone is here, and they stop talking when they lay eyes on you.

“Is there a problem?” You're quick to find Ivar, and, the moment you lock eyes with him, you can see how fast his expression changes. From anger to relief. Things turned upside down quickly, and you have no idea what happened.

“The problem is that they are wanderers. They don't fear or respect our rules.” The Queen says, eyeing Ragnar with anger. “I want them gone tomorrow.”

“They will be gone.” He assures, arms crossed.

Still trying to follow, you run a hand through your hair. “Did they do something?”

“No, but they'll try.” It's Bjorn who answers, coming to join you.

Alright, nobody here wants to be clear about it, so what's the point? “I'll go back to the feast so you can solve whatever problem–”

“Those three men were eyeing you all evening.” Bjorn interrupts. “They came to me asking who you were and where you're sleeping. Then they approached you like that. Do you really need me to explain in detail what exactly they'll try to do to you?”

This makes you stop breathing. “I'll keep the door locked then.” You mutter in a low voice, looking down and moving to the hanging table to get something to drink.

“No, you can't be there tonight. Nor alone.” Aslaug speaks as you find the two jars on the table are empty.

“She can stay with me tonight.” Bjorn is quick to offer, and your eyes go wide.

“Can't I stay with Ivar?” The words come out so damn fast it takes your slow brain a while to process what just happened. It was almost involuntary, as if there was something else inside you, like a force of nature, pushing those words out. “O-or Hvitserk?” You add after seconds of silence, a little lower, feeling as your cheeks burn.

Bjorn laughs, exchanging glances with Ragnar. “Ivar can't protect you.” He sounds disgusted, mocking, a hand gesturing at where his younger brother is.

You shouldn't have said that. You're sure Aslaug would arrange for you to move to another room, or maybe even sharing her chambers tonight. But no, you had to make things weird.

“Nobody will hurt her.” When you hear Ivar's reply, your attention turns to him. His eyes are on his brother, who stands a few feet away from you. You've never seen Ivar so angry, not even when you first got here, when he hated you for being a Christian living among them. But now... It's different, it's... Fury.

“Alright. Enough, both of you.” Aslaug stands up, a putting her cup down. “(Y/N), you stay with Ivar or Hvitserk tonight. Ragnar, go tell those disgusting men I want them gone by the morning.” Without saying anything, Ragnar leaves.

Not sure what to do next, you stand by the table, a hand holding the chains. It feels like everyone is expecting something, you're not sure what. You keep staring at Aslaug, who looks like is trying to tell you something you just can't understand.

“I think it's obvious you'll stay with Ivar so I'll just go,” Hvitserk mumbles as he walks by you, giving you a look that makes you want to throw a shield at him. Is he even allowed to have fun at a moment like this? Another obvious thing is that he'll never let it go, until the end of times, Hvitserk will tease you about this night.

“Well...” Ivar says, as he takes his clutch and gets up to his feet. “I think that's it.” You can tell he's ignoring Bjorn because that one can't stop staring. Ivar is playing with his brother, but, when he's near you, it doesn't look like he's playing anymore. Maybe he just got reminded of the reason why this is happening in the first place, and so did you. It's your safety that's at risk here. “C'mon then.” He says in a lower voice, and you nod, starting to follow him.

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[babygirlkiki1016]

Dead in the water

Me and Dean sat on the edge of the bed like two teenagers in trouble as Sam was pacing the room, trying to think on what he should say. Finally he stops and looks at the both of us with his arms crossed.

"So let me get this straight, you tell her you wanna wait till she's eighteen but then you decide screw it?"

"....Sammy-" Dean begins to say but Sam cuts him off.

"Dean if your gonna be with her then you can't have sex till she's eighteen."

"Your ove- wait...what? So hold on your ok with this?"

"Yeah, I mean it was gonna happen sooner or later. It's hard for you to stay away from a beautiful lady anyways." I blushed at Sam's comment.

"Well that's new." Dean mutters and he grabs a lock of my hair, making me look over at him.

"What?"

"Your hair it's pink and purple."

"So two emotions at once? I'm guessing pink is love....and purple is fear. So your nervous and feeling loved at the same time!" Sam grabs his laptop and begins taking even more notes.

"Aren't you guys afraid if me?....I mean this isn't normal, don't you guys think I'm a monster or something?" I wondered, was I a monster? Is this what happened to me years ago? Is this what dad was talking about, about how he didn't trust John because...something happened to me?

"Well you certainly have powers, but you can't control it besides you don't know what's going on."

"And you haven't killed anyone." Dean adds.

"But why is this happening now? When I was at home none of this was happening....maybe I should call dad..."

"No, we can't risk him finding us, the next time you call him he'll probably be ready....and I don't want you to go..." Dean admits, while scooting closer, I could tell he wanted to kiss me.

"You two get a room! Wait no, don't do that." Sam laughs, "Alright love birds we need to get back to the subject at hand." He starts researching about the case we're working on, Dean was still staring at me. "Dean!" Sam yells, catching his attention. "Day dream later, work now, you need to take Y/n to get a few things."

"Like what?" He asked.

"Tattoo, gun that kind of stuff, if she's gonna be a hunter then she needs to have the supplies."

"W-Wait what tattoo?" I stutter and Dean points to the pentagram on his chest.

"It's so we don't get possessed, don't worry I'll be there with you."

"Ok, and a gun? I mean why not just use the ones we already have in the back of the impala?"

"Cause you need your own, one that you can carry with you at all times." Dean gets up, puts his shirt back on then grabs the keys to baby. "C'mon we'll get you prepared while Sam does his nerdy thing." I chuckle and follow after him, while grabbing his hand to hold it. He didn't even question it, he pulled me in and kissed my lips, making me yearn for more. Sadly the kiss didn't last long, if we stood there any longer Sam probably would've come out. When we got in the car, the whole drive to the tattoo parlor we were jamming out to eye of the tiger. Which I was still humming it while I was sitting in the chair getting the pentagram on my (wherever you decide to put it.)

"That's a pretty good spot." Dean commented, as he sat next to me.

"Thank you." I grinned, he smiled but it slowly faltered over time, making me grab his hand, squeezing it. "You ok?" I asked worriedly.

"...What happened at the motel can't happen again." He didn't even look at me it was like he was ashamed, did he regret what we did?

"Why not?" He didn't answer, I grabbed his chin and made him face me. Sighing he scoots closer as he lowers his voice.

"Your seventeen Y/n...."

"So? We only have (how many months until you birthday.) I'm technically eighteen already."

"One I don't wanna get arrested and two, we met about about three weeks ago. Don't you think we're moving a little to fast?"

"According to Sam you bone a girl on every case, or at least try to, and your saying it's a little to fast?"

"Good point, but....I just want you to be sure this-" He points to himself, as if himself was a problem. "-is what you want."

"....You are what I want, if you weren't I wouldn't have kissed you. Although if you wanna wait....I respect your decision." That made him smile, he leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Thank you, now I believe your tattoo is done." I looked down at it, it was sexy as hell. After we payed for it, we went on the road again. When we crossed over the bridge I asked Dean if we could stop to see the lake and look at the sunset. Hesitantly he agreed and pulled over, I got out excitedly. The lake was a dark blue mixed in with pink and orange from the sun, it made me sad to think it was gonna be gone soon.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

"Not as beautiful as you." Dean flirted making me blush as he pulled me closer by the waist. He started to lean in, those rough lips covering my soft ones.

"I thought we couldn't do this again."

"I meant almost having sex, kisses are something we can definitely do." He smirked and leaned back in again, and as his lips brushed against mine his phone rang. Angrily he sighed and answer it, it was probably Sam.

"What? No we're not!" The look on his face made me giggle as he looked over at me. He started moving his hand, pretending it was Sam who talks to much. "We'll be there in twenty minutes Sam, we still gotta get a gun. Sam, Sammy we're fine....alright we'll be there as soon as we can. Mhm ok bye."

"He's certainly a talker huh?"

"It's a nightmare on how much he can talk...now where were we? Oh yeah I remember." He pulled me back to his side. "Might as well steal as many kisses I can get before we head back to the kiss police." He smirked and smashed his lips against mine once more as his arms wrapped around me. This time it wasn't just a normal kiss, I fought for dominance, my tongue asking for entry. Biting his lip he pulled back, "Y/n keep doing that and I just might say screw it again.." As he said that he slipped from my grasp. "No I promised myself I can wait...c'mon let's get back to Sam." Sighing in disappointment I got back in the car, I guess he's really serious about this.

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"I found something." Sam says as we sit next to him. "So there's the three drowning victims this year."

"Any before that?" I wondered.

"Uh, yeah." Sam has a browser window open to The Lake Manitoc Tribune. "DROWNING TAINTS ICE FISHING FESTIVAL." It says, he clicks, and another browser window comes up, again The Tribune: 12-YEAR-OLD Girl DROWNS IN LAKE, Second drowning in 6 months at Lake Manitoc. "Damn, so six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace."

"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean jokes as he grabs a beer, he hands the both of us one.

"Dean no." Sam tries to take it away from me.

"Aww c'mon Sammy one beer won't hurt." Dean winks at me, both of the boys stare at me as I take a sip without any reaction. "See what'd I say? She's fine."

"So this whole lake monster theory." I try getting them back on track. "It, it just bugs me."

"Why?" Sam looks at me in confusion.

"Loch Ness, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." Sam looks at the Tribune homepage once more.

"Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." Sam states as he scrolls to the comments section of an article, I point to one.

"Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?" I remember that name, I thought, it's so familiar. Sam reads from the page.

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May." Sam clicks a link, opening a new page. "LOCAL Man IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT." The picture loads and it shows a police officer with Lucas. "Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued." Sam clicks the picture for a better look, then scratches his head. "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

"That kid must be so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over....." I felt bad, but so far Lucas is our only lead, hopefully he'll help us. We headed to the park planning to talk to Lucas who was our only witness. Kids are laughing and playing as Andrea sits on a bench and watches her kid. Who is at another bench coloring and playing with toy soldiers.

"Can we join you?" Sam asks and Andrea looks up.

"I'm here with my son." She says as I spot Lucas and so does Dean.

"Oh. Mind if we say hi?" Dean asks, and he lightly grabs my arm signaling for me to come with.

"Why are you bringing me with you?"

"Cause of he doesn't talk, then hopefully you can convince him." We approach Lucas, who's drawing a picture.

"How's it going?" Dean kneels down next to the bench where Lucas is coloring, when Lucas doesn't even look up, Dean picks up one of the toy soldiers.

"Oh, I used to love these things." Dean imitates guns and explosions, I chuckle as he tosses the toy soldier down.

"I think crayons is more his thing Dean. That's cool, besides I like to draw myself, including painting." I noticed that he has a pile of drawings on the bench. Dean takes a look, the top one is of a big black swirl, the second one is of a red bicycle.

"Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if we sit and draw with you for a while?" Dean asks, he picks up a crayon. "I'm not so bad myself."

"Oh really?" I ask.

"Yea I'm a pretty good artist."

"Mhm...we'll see." I grab a crayon and a piece of paper, and start drawing. "Can you draw a bird?"

"Oh so this is a competition? Your on."

Dean sits on the bench, picks up a pad of paper, and starts drawing. "You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something." Dean says to Lucas. "You don't think anyone will listen to you, or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake...hm?" I say, Dean sighs. "Okay, no problem. This is for you." Dean holds out to Lucas the picture he drew, it's stick figures. "This is my family." Dean points at each person in turn. "That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me, then a little birdy in the sky-" Dean stops talking as he sees my drawing, which was a lot more detailed than his.

"I thought you could draw Dean." I giggle.

"All right, so I'm a sucky artist...." Dean waits for any sign from Lucas, hoping he would chime in but nothing. "Well see you around, Lucas." Dean heads back to Sam and Andrea, I smile, he seems really good with kids, I thought.

"Here." I place my drawing next to Lucas. "You can keep it...just know of you need anything, I'm here." Him still not responding, I make my way to the others.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident." I hear Andrea say.

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry." Dean says softly.

"What are the Doctors saying?" I ask.

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." She explains.

"That can't be easy. For either of you." Sam intervenes.

"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just...when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw..."

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean smiles and looks over at me, making me roll my eyes.

"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish-" Andrea goes silent as Lucas walks up, carrying a picture.

"Hey sweetie, you ok?" I kneel and smile, he hands me the picture. "Thank you..." It's a picture of the Carlton house....

~

Me and Dean are inside the motel room, I'm sitting at the table and Dean is sitting on a bed. Sam went to the library to get some books so we were alone.

"Y/n? Here." Dean suddenly speaks, he pats the seat next to him. I slowly walk over and sit next to him.

"You ok?"

"Yeah...About earlier, on the bridge...."

"Dean..."

"It's not that I don't want to I do trust me I do...."

"Don't apologize, it's ok I understand..." He glances over at me, his eyes showed a little bit of lust. We both started to lean, this feels wrong, I thought, but yet so right. We've only known each other for a few weeks, yet I wanted him more as his lips brushed against mine. Our lips connect, making me scoot closer but Dean pulls back again.

"We can't..." Yet he kisses me again muttering over and over one more. I slipped onto his lap, straddling him while pulling closer. Before we could possibly go any farther Sam opens the door and comes in as we quickly seperate.

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie." He says, unaware of what was going on.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, Sam sits across from me and Dean.

"I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead."

"He drowned?" Dean asks.

"Yep. In the sink."

"What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else."

"Yeah, but what?"

"I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source."

"The lake, that's the source." I chime in. "Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months so whatever this thing is, it's running out of time."

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere." Sam says as Dean stands up.

"This is gonna happen again soon. And we do know one other thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton."

"Yeah, it took both his kids." Dean growls.

"I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris, is Bill Carlton's godson."

"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit."

~

We left to go to the Carlton house a s spotted Bill sitting on the bench on the dock. Sam speaks "Mr. Carlton?" He looks up, wondering who we are

"We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

"We're from the, the Department-" Bill cuts Dean off.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today."

"Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there? Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death-we think there might be a connection to you or your family." I explain.

"My children are gone. It's...it's worse than dying. Go away. Please." Realizing we weren't gonna get any where we decide to head back to the car.

"What do you guys think?" Sam ask.

"I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean guesses, Sam leans on the Impala.

"So now what?" I ask, Dean goes still "What is it?"

"Huh...." Dean is looking at the Carlton house. "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something. Y/n do you have the picture Lucas gave to you?" I nod and pull it out, the picture Lucas brought him, which is of the Carlton house.

~

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." Andrea says, we decided to give Lucas another visit hoping he'd talk to us.

"We just need to talk to him. Just for a few minutes." I plead.

"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?"

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam explained.

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all."

"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son." Dean looks at her, hoping she'll say yes. Silently she agrees leads us into Lucas room with Sam and Andrea behind us, he's coloring, toy soldiers standing around him. We enter and Dean crouches down by Lucas. "Hey, Lucas. You remember us?" I notice Lucas has drawn two more pictures of a red bicycle. "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, we need your help again." Lucas is drawing a person in water. Dean opens the house picture and puts it down in front of Lucas.

"How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me." He ignores Dean and keeps coloring. I slowly walk over and sit down in front of him. "You're scared. It's okay. I understand." Dean told him. "See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom...I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom-I know she wants me to be brave. Cause she taught me to be brave. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too...its ok if you don't want to, but I really need your help." Lucas drops his crayon and looks up at Dean then at me. He hands me a picture of a white church, a yellow house, and a boy with a blue baseball cap and red bicycle in front of a wooden fence.

"Thanks, Lucas." I smile, which he returns making me fill with happiness. After we left Andrea's house the three of us are standing infront of the Impala, Sam examining the church picture.

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean speaks.

"There are cases-going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam groans.

"It's all part of the process." I chime in. "Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?"

"You mean magically?" Dean asked, confused.

"Yeah, I mean he might be connected but he doesn't even know...but what does the church have to do with this?"

"I don't know, but the only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Sam looks at the picture. "See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."

"Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart." Dean comments.

"Well what about the church we passed by when we drove into town?" I wondered  which the boys thought it wouldn't hurt. So we drove to the white church shaped like the one in Lucas's picture. There's a yellow house next to the church and a wooden fence near the house. When we got to the door, I knocked and a woman answered. We told her we were FBI, at first she was hesitant but eventually let's us in.

"Im sorry to mother you ma'am, but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." I ask.

"No Ms, Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." She sighs, and I notice a picture of Peter on the side table. "The police never-I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." Sam points out to Dean a number of toy soldiers on a table. Just like the ones at Luca's house, I thought, so I was right. "Losing him-you know, it's...it's worse than dying." She explained, however I felt someone staring at me, it was Dean. When we make eye contact he looks away, cheeks burning.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asks.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." Sweeny answers, I start to walk around and pick a picture off the mirror. There are two boys in the picture, one Peter with a bicycle. I read the back of the picture, the words made my eyes go wide. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy." I mutter, after the visit with Mrs. Sweeny, we decide to go talk to Bill again. "Mr. Carlton?" Sam calls out as we walk up to the house, we hear an engine roar. We run around the house to see Bill going out on the lake in his boat. "Hey, check it out." Dean says, pointimg towards the lake. We start to run to the end of the dock, yelling. "Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!"

He ignores us and keeps going, the boat was to far out, all I could see was the water rising up, making Bill's boat flip over.

~~

After the accident me, Sam, Dean, and Jake walk in the door of the police station. Andrea looks over, "Sam, Y/n, Dean." She stands up, putting the bag and a container on her chair. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"So now you're on a first-name basis." Jake says. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought you dinner."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time."

"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?"

"Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home." Lucas looks up and whines, looking stricken. He jumps up and grabs my arm, pulling and tugging.

"Lucas, hey, what is it?" I kneel down, it was like he was trying to get a message to me but couldn't form the words. "Lucas?"

"Lucas." Andrea calls.

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." I say and was about to comfort him when Andrea pulls him away from me and leads him outside. He doesn't look away from me however. Jake throws down his jacket and goes into his office. The three of us follow behind. "Okay, just so I'm clear, you see...something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill-who is a very good swimmer, by the way-into the drink, and you never see him again?" Jake summarizes, Dean glances at me.

"Yeah, that about sums it up." Dean mutters.

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible? And you're not really Wildlife Service." Dean looks surprised. "That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you three."

"See, now, we can explain that."

"Enough. Please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again."

"Door number two sounds good." Sam says but I was about to protest.

"That's the one I'd pick." After that we left, packed our stuff an left. I was pissed, there is something happening here and we're just gonna leave? The three of us are in the Impala, waiting at a traffic light. A sign says I-43 North to Milwaukee is to the left. The light turns green, but the Impala doesn't move, after a few seconds Dean turns right.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Thats what I'm wondering to. Dean, this job, I think it's over." Sam tells him.

"I'm not so sure." Dean says.

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest."

"All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?"

"Deans gotta point, I don't think this is over either." I agree.

"But why would you think that?" Sam questioned.

"Because Lucas was really scared."

"That's what this is about?" Sam groans.

"I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay." Dean agrees.

"Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?" Sam chuckles and Dean glances at Sam.

"Shut up."

~~

We arrived back at the Barr's and stood out there for at least a good five minutes.

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late." Sam asks us, Dean rings the doorbell. At that moment, Lucas opens the door, desperately afraid.

"Lucas? Lucas!" I yell but he takes off. We follow him to the hallway, water is pouring out from under the bathroom door and down the stairs. Lucas starts pounding on the bathroom door again. Dean pushes him over to Sam and I kick in the door. Lucas grabs Dean and me, so Sam runs into the bathroom and sticks his arms in the tub, trying to pull Andrea out. She is pulled back under, and Sam is struggling, so I run over and help him out. The force is strong but not strong enough, we keep pulling until Andrea is all the way out. As soon as she's out she starts coughing up water, later Andrea is sitting in the living room, dry and wearing comfortable clothing.

"Can you tell me?" Sam asks, who is sitting next to me.

"No." She answers. Dean and I were looking through notebooks on bookshelves, to see if anything that is happening would relate to the situation.

"It doesn't make any sense." She starts crying. "I'm going crazy." She puts her face in her hands.

"No, you're not. Tell me what happened. Everything." Sam pleads.

"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice."

"What did it say?"

"It said...it said 'come play with me'. What's happening?" Dean pulls out a scrapbook that says "Jake - 12 years old" and opens it, flipping pages. He closes it again, nudges me and we go over to Sam. He puts the book down in front of Andrea, open to a picture of Explorer Troop 37. "Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?"

"What? Um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures." She moves her finger over to another picture of Jake as a child, he is standing next to Peter. Dean looks at Sam, then me.

"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the Sheriff."

"Bill and the Sheriff-they were both involved with Peter." I muttered

"What about Chris? My dad-what are you talking about?" She asks, I look over to Lucas. "Lucas?" I call, he is staring out the window.

"Lucas, what is it?" Dean asks, Lucas opens the door and walks outside. We all follow him, he look determined.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea calls as he stops and looks at the ground, then at Dean. "You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean says and Andrea pulls Lucas back to the house. Dean and Sam presumably fetch shovels from the Impala, before they start digging. After five minutes later I hold out my hand.

"Here Sam, I'll take over, why don't you go inside?" He nods and heads inside after handing me the shovel, so now it's just me and Dean. It was silent for a little while, until I spoke. "So, we gonna talk about it?" Dean glances at me.

"About what?"

"...The kiss, that Sam sort of ruined." He laughs.

"Well uh...what is there to talk about?" He stops, making me stop as I walk over to him, lightly placing my hand on his. "Dean I...Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why kiss me? I mean do you...love me? Or is this just a fling." He goes silent for a second, but speaks.

"I don't know what I feel...however when I'm with you I'm happy..." I smile, I make him happy, I thought. "Y/n...I know your seventeen, but I want to be with you. So will you be my girlfriend?" Quickly I nod which makes a flower bloom on his features. He slams his lips against mine. He drops the shovel and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. Sam clears his throat while laughing silently and we pull away, both of our cheeks red. "Am I interrupting?" I chuckle and we go back to digging as awkwardness fills the air. My shovel clanks against something, and me and Dean dig with our hands, pulling out a red bicycle.

"Peter's bike." I whisper.

"Who are you?" Jake growls from behind us, pointing a gun.

"Put the gun down, Jake." I tell him.

"How did you know that was there?"

"What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried."

"I don't know what the hell your talking about."

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about." Just then Andrea runs up yelling. "Dad!"

"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit." Dean mentions.

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does." I tell Jake, he scoffs.

"Yeah, and how do you know that?"

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." Sam explains.

"Listen to yourselves, all of you. You're insane."

"I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us. But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake." Dean begs.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asks, voice shaking.

"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous."

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." Jake does. "Tell me you-you didn't kill anyone." He looks away in shame. "Oh my God." 

"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank." Jake tells us and Dean glances at Sam. "Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational."

"All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now." Dean warns, but Andrea turns her head and spots Lucas going down to the lake, she gasps. We turn to what she's looking at, "Lucas!" I yell and I run up to the dock. Lucas is leaning over the side, reaching for a toy soldier in the water. "Lucas!" Dean yells.

"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are" Andrea yells. A hand comes up and pulls Lucas into the water. The adults have reached the edge of the lake. Jake stops as Peter's head is visible, Jake recognizes him. We keep running to the end of the dock.

"Oh my God!" Andrea yells. She takes off her jacket to jump in.

"Andrea, stay there!" I say and I jump in, I could hear Andrea trying to get to Lucas.

"We'll get him! Just stay on the dock!" Sam pleads. I could see Lucas at the bottom and I swim down there to get him. He was being dragged down, I swim faster, what I didn't understand is Lucas was let go and started floating upwards. Did the ghost just let him go? That doesn't matter, I grab Lucas and swim back to the surface. I emerge while holding Lucas, who isn't moving.

~

The three of us walk out of the motel, Dean opens his car door and Sam tosses a duffel in.

"Look, we're not gonna save everybody." Sam says, he was referring to Jake who died to save Lucas.

"I know." Dean sighs.

"Sam, Dean." Andrea walks up with Lucas. "Hey." Me and Dean say at the same time. "We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road." Lucas is carrying a tray of sandwiches.

"Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas excitedly asks.

"Of course." Andrea smiles and kisses his head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car." Dean says.

"How you holding up?" I ask Andrea.

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" I sigh. "Andrea, I'm sorry, if I knew-" She silences me and shakes her head.

"You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that." I smile as Dean walks up to me with Lucas.

"All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time."

"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas laughs.

"That's right. Up high." Dean holds his hand up for a high-five. Lucas obliges, grinning.

"You take care of your mom, okay?"

"All right." The both of them leave, Dean smiles and gives me a peck on the lips, then goes around the car.

"Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road."

"Yeah yeah ok." Sam chuckled as we all got in, continuing with our adventure.

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[sangorous]

the spy.

eustass kid

word count: 972

bio: eustass is one of the famous mafia leaders and you were a famous spy for your family who used to be in the business until they retired. you married eustass, and  eustass asked you if you could be spy on charlotte linlin also known as big mom. after spying on her one of her workers suspected you and you have been held captive for two weeks now. 

genre/warnings: angst?/pain infliction, slight mention of blood, and slight torture.

author’s note: if this trash, once again i’m truly sorry! shaia <3 

(creds to owner!)

the sound of the water droplets dropping to the floor as your mouth became parched by the second. the sweat from your forehead dropping inside of your laceration wound stung, but you couldn't make any noise. every day since you've been here, your wrist and ankles have been burning from the cheap but effective ropes that they managed to use to keep you tied up and hanging as if you were a bear skin rug that belonged on the wall and then on the floor.

"you bitch, you're still going to be stubborn huh?" the voice chuckled.

the heavy footsteps made you anxious again, knowing that punishment was waiting for you, or maybe death if she was getting tired of you.

"all you have to do is tell who you're working for, or working with, or who's paying you to try and steal information from me and i'll set you free..." her laugh was loud but disturbing.

watching her laugh as she looked at you, boiled your blood. you could never sell your boss out, even during this moment now. your life was on the line, but you could never ever sell your boss out, that's not what you do in the mafia lifestyle. your parents taught you to never sell your family out because selling your family out meant instant death.

"oh i see, we're going to play another round of the silent game?" you could see the amusement in her face as she stared at you.

"you'd make a great meal to my pets, i'm sure you'd taste good." there goes her stupid laugh.

hearing that laughter made you mad, and brought you so much pain. to see her laughing and smiling as if this was fun, maybe to her but not for you. your head cocked back as the burning sensation made its way on the left side of your cheek, "is the new scar on the right side of your stomach, not enough?" the laughter stopped, "stupid bitch speak!" you kept your head down.

the feeling of her cold hands on your cheek was unpleasant. her cold gaze fixated into your soul made your body shiver. no doubt about it, she was a giant and you were just a regular-sized person. she was the size of a house while you were probably the size of a broom standing next to her, so her height was definitely intimidating to you.

"what's that old saying? if you're not going to speak, then i guess i have to make you speak." she chuckled.

you held your tears in as you felt the pain of the knife making its way deep into your skin. the cold and sharp blade made it harder for you to keep your cries in and you couldn't take it anymore. the painful cries left your lips as you tried not to scream his name out loud, and you knew that's what she wanted. she wanted you to blow your cover, but you weren't going to do so.

the warm blood trickled down your arm as you winced in pain. slap after slap after slap after slap, you could hear the frustration in her voice as she gave you one final slap to the face. you softly chuckled, knowing that even she had a breaking point herself, "you're laughing?" you could sense the anger in her tone, "what is so funny?" she wrapped her hand around your throat.

"no matter how hard you try, no matter how angry you get, i will never sell my boss out." you gasped with a small smirk on your face.

"then die!" she shouted. you could feel the grip on your neck becoming tighter as you kicked your legs around, hoping to at least hit her in any form.

"don't even think about it." she chuckled, her grip was gone as you coughed.

you knew that your time was becoming limited as you became her prisoner. sooner or later, your time would be done and you wouldn't be living in vain or without any regrets. if it meant that you were protecting your husband and knew that his hard work was going to pay off, then you were fine with dying.

meanwhile, he was worried. it has been two weeks since your mission has ended and you haven't returned. within those weeks, he hasn't been able to sleep. he couldn't sleep if he knew that something bad was happening with you, and he couldn't live with himself if he found out that you were dead.

"this all my fault..." he muttered, placing his hands on his head, "if i didn't send her on that mission she'd be here." he sighed, looking at the picture of you two at your honeymoon.

killer sat up from his chair and looked at his boss, he has never seen him like this, "with all due respect boss, when did you ever sit down and mope around?" eustass's eyes quickly made it's way towards killer, "when a situation like this happens, we plan a strategy and cause mayhem. the boss i know would've been planning everything already so that he could go rescue his wife, and our family member." killer finished, standing up.

killer was right and he knew so. eustass couldn't sit and mope around anymore, it wasn't like him to do so. he had to come up with a plan and rescue you quick, "killer i want everyone in the meeting room in five minutes!" with that being said, killer had a smirk on his face. that was the eustass he knew, ready to plan and attack.

"y/n, hold on. we're coming..." he got up from the chair and walked over to the meeting room.

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[ziathewitch]

Prâslea the Brave and the Golden Apples (Part 2)

[...]But the emperor, satisfied that he had touched the golden apples, did not want to know about the thieves. The son, though, was not convinced. He showed his father the trail of blood left behind by the thief and said he would look for him all over the world until he found him and and brought him to the emperor. And he spoke the very next day with his brothers and asked them to join him.

His brothers envied Prâslea because he had been more worthy than they had, and they sought an opportunity to get rid of him; that's why they were happy to join the quest. They prepared and set off.

So they followed the trail of blood and walked, and walked, until they came out into the wild emptiness. From there they walked a little more until they reached an abyss and the trail was lost. They searched around the chasm and they saw that the trail of blood was no longer advancing. It was then that they realized that the thieves must live in that abyss.

But how to get inside? They immediately got thick ropes, and the older brother was the first to go down.

"But," he said, "when I shake the rope, get me out."

And so it happened soon after. After the older brother, the middle one went down and he did the same as the first, only he dared go a little lower before shaking the rope.

"Now it's my turn to go into the abyss," said Prâslea, seeing that the older brothers were scared.

"When I shake the rope, lower me more, and after you see that the rope is not moving anymore, you stand guard. When you see that the rope moves again, that's when you pull it out."

And so, down went the youngest brother, and the more the rope moved, the more they lowered it, until they saw that the rope was no longer stretched, as it is when it has something hanging from its end. It was then that the brothers took counsel and said:

"Let us wait until we see if he succeeds, and wether or not he does, let us end him, to cleanse ourselves from one like him who brings shame upon us."

Prâslea reached the other realm, looked cautiously in all directions, and with great astonishment saw everything around him was different: the earth, the flowers, the trees. And all sorts of creatures were there. He was a little scared now, but, bracing himself, he walked along the road until he reached a palace that was completely and utterly made of brass. Seeing no human being to ask about this place, he entered the palace to see who lived there.

A beautiful girl greeted him at the door and said:

"Thank God I got to see another human in this land! How did you get here? These are the lands of three ogre brothers, who kidnapped us from our parents. We are three sisters and we are the daughters of an emperor from the human realm, where you come from."

He then briefly told her the story of the apples, how he wounded the thief and how he came after the trail of blood to the pit and so on, and he asked her what kind of beings those ogres were and if they were valiant. She then told him that each of the dragons had chosen one of the three sisters and they were being forced to take them as husbands. The girls keep resisting their sweet words, and they requested all sorts of difficult things as conditions for marriage, and the ogre brothers were doing the impossible to please them, fulfilling all their wishes.

"They are indeed strong", she added, "but with God's help you may be able to overcome them. But for now hide, I beg of you! Hide somewhere, don't let the him find you in his house, because he's dangerous and has the strenght of a lion. Now is the time when he comes home for lunch, and he has a habit of throwing his mace from a long distance. The mace knocks on the door, on the table, and hangs himself on the wall from that nail.

Before they could finish talking, there came a whistling sound, then a knocking on the door, then on the table, and the mace showed itself.

Prâslea took the mace and threw it back farther than the ogre had thrown it. And when it passed the ogre, the mace touched him on the shoulder.

The ogre, frightened, stood still and looked for the mace, went to pick it up, and walked home.

When he was at gate, he began to shout:

"Hmm... it smels of human flesh from the other realm!"

And seeing the young prince coming forward to face him, he added:

"What brings you here, human? Do you seek to leave your bones in this realm?"

"I came to catch the thieves who stole my father's golden apples."

"We are those thieves," said the ogre. "How should we fight? Do you prefer the mace, the sword, or should we wrestle?"

"Wrestling makes a fairer fight," replied Prâslea.

They began to fight, and they fought and fought, until the ogre shoved Prâslea in the ground up to the ankles. Prâsleâ then grabbed the ogre, and, throwing him, he shoved him in the groung up to his knees and cut off his head.

The girl, with tears in her eyes, thanked him for getting rid of the ogre, and begged him to have mercy on her sisters as well. After resting for a couple of days, he went to the middle sister, who lived in a silver palace. Here too he was received with joy. This girl also asked him to hide and he again refused. And again the mace came to hang itself on the wall, but this ogre had thrown it from a distsnce twice as large as his brother. Prâslea threw the mace a lot further back, hitting the the ogre on the head. And the ogre came home troubled, fought with Prâslea like his older brother had, and he also got himself killed.

The girl, after thanking him, askes him how to rescue her youngest sister as well.

"He is stronger than his brothers whom you have killed," said she, "but with God's help you might be able to best him, especially since he is still wounded from the blow you gave him with your arrow when he wanted to steal the apples."

Prâslea spent a week with the two girls, resting, then he set off for the third ogre.

Seeing the gold palace in which the youngest ogre lived, he pondered for a while, but then he gathered up his courage an went inside. When she saw him, the youngest princess begged him to save her from the ogre, especially since, according to her, he was tired of waiting and had decided to force her to be his wife as soon as he was well again. They had barely finished speaking, when the mace came knocking on the door and on the table, and hanging itself on the wall. Prâslea asked about the ogre's strenght and then threw the mace down for a distance three timea greater than before, hitting the ogre in the chest.

The ogre, mad with rage, immediately returned home.

"Who dared to cross my borders and enter my house?"

"I do!" said Prâslea.

"Then," the ogre replied, "I'll punish you bitterly for your recklessness. You came here willingly, but you will not leave."

"With God's help," said Prâslea, "I will defeat you too."

They agreed to go straight to battle and they fought and fought for a whole summer's day until eve. Around noon they both turned into flames as they continued fighting.

A raven keept flying around them, croaking. Seeing the raven, the ogre said:

"Raven, oh, raven! Bring me some tallow in your claws and in return I will give you this carrion!"

"Raven, oh, raven," said Prâslea, "give me the tallow and in return I will give you three carrions."

"If only such luck should fall upon me," said the raven, "I would gladly give up my home for it!"

"I speak nothing but the truth," said Prâslea.

The raven, not wasting any time, brought tallow in his claws and dropped it over the flame that was the brave Prâslea, who thus gained more power.

Towards evening, after both had returned to their true form, the ogre said to the emperor's daughter, who had been watching them fighting:

"My beauty, bring me some water to cool off, and I promise we'll be married tomorrow."

"My little beauty," said Prâslea, "bring me water, and I promise to take you to our realm, and marry you there!"

"May God hear you, strong one, and fulfill your thought!" she replied.

And so, the emperor's daughter gave Prâslea water to drink and he gained more power. He then grabbed the ogre, lifted him up in the air, and when he threw him, he shoved him up to his knees in the ground. The ogre grabbed Prâslea and, throwing him, he shoved him up to his waist. Gathering all his strength, Prâslea grabbed the ogre and squezed him so hard he broke his bones, then threw him so hard he shoved him in the ground up to its neck. Then he cut off his head.

The girls gathered around in joy, and and embraced Prâslea, and kissed him.

"From now on you shall be our brother," they said.

To be continued...

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[katedrakeohd]

Author's note: This is a continuation of Wacky Drabbles #5 no prompt just dinner conversation...

Just Desserts

Drake and Kate emerge from the laundry room a few minutes later. Wearing his damp bluejeans, Drake feels uncomfortable but at least he's dressed. Kate takes his hand and tugs, when he hesitates she whispers to him. “I promise to make it up to you later, now come on let's get this dinner over with.”

Drake whispers back with a grin, “I hope you're talking about dessert.”

Kate winks at him, “Yes, and I don’t mean apple pie.”

As they walk into the kitchen, Lorraine glances up from the plate she's loading up with pasta for herself. “What's that about pie? Not until you eat dinner first. You know the rules.”

Kate grins up at Drake and rolls her eyes. “You heard the Lady, no dessert until you've finished dinner.”

Drake winks back at her as he grabs his plate. “Well then it's a good thing I'm hungry.”

Stepping in behind Kate in line at the counter, Drake purposely stands a little too close. Kate sucks in a breath as she feels her body react involuntarily to his breath on the back of her neck. She's glad her blouse has long sleeves to hide the goosebumps rising on her skin. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she throws a little shade to tease him.

“Back it up buddy, besides you still smell like goose.”

Drake takes a step back raising his eyebrows, trading her shade for snark. “Ouch. Fine next time I'll just let the honking goose ruin everyone's evening.”

Carol laughs, “No..no. Believe me I'm very grateful for your help with shutting him up.”

After scooping spaghetti and meatballs onto his plate, Drake grins as he sits down across the table from Kate. “See? My partner in Clem's rescue appreciates me, goose smell or not.”

Lorraine shakes her head, “Ok everyone let's all behave and enjoy our dinner.”

Kate quirks an eyebrow at Drake from across the table, he smirks back at her as she puts salad into her bowl. Let the games begin.

They all eat in silence for a few minutes and then Lorraine speaks up, “Oh Carol, didn't you bring wine home to go with dinner?”

When Carol gets up from the table to retrieve the two bottles of wine from the counter, Drake and Kate exchange a look across the table.

They've held onto their secret long enough. Kate drops a hint, “I suppose we do have something to celebrate. Drake isn't much of a wine drinker, but he's welcome to have a glass for me.”

Everyone turns to look at Lorraine when she drops her fork, “Katherine, since when do you not drink wi-…Oh my goodness, you're not serious?”

Kate nods, her eyes shining with happiness. “We are.”

Carol opens the bottle of white wine with a pop of the cork. “So you've already been to the Doctor?”

Lorraine holds out her wine glass for Carol to fill. Drake holds his out as well as he answers. “No, but we have an appointment scheduled for when we go back to Valtoria.”

“Valtoria? I thought your country was called Cordonia.” Lorraine says looking over to Drake.

“Oh it is. Valtoria is the name of our Duchy.” Kate answers for him.

Lorraine twirls spaghetti around her fork. “I still can't believe my little Kath- ..Kate is a Duchess. You've come a long way from the girl I knew, making mud pies in the backyard, all pigtails and missing her front teeth.”

Carol chuckles from the other end of the table, “And I can't believe Lorraine is going to be a grandmother.”

Lorraine frowns at Carol, “Oh hush you, not that I doubt that Kate's pregnant, but I choose to live in denial until I see baby pictures. I'm too young to be a grandmother.”

Drake spears a meatball with his fork, “That's what my Mom said wh- ..”

Lorraine interrupts him, “Hold on a minute. You told his Mother first?”

“I thought you were in denial Mom. No we haven't told her yet. His sister surprised her with a little boy of her own.” Kate chuckles.

Drake, who has his mouthful, nods in agreement. Pointing his fork at Kate.

“Ok well, as long as you told me about your baby first, that's all that matters.” Lorraine says, picking up her wine glass.

Carol turns the conversation off of babies for a moment, “So Kate, where did you first meet your dashing Duke?”

Glancing across the table at her husband, Kate wonders which part to answer first. The Duke part or the Drake part.

Drake answers for her, “Actually we met in New York city, at my best friend's bachelor party. We walked into Kate's bar, and after that all matter of chaos happened.”

Kate nearly chokes on her spaghetti. “If you mean me returning to Cordonia with you guys, well you can blame Maxwell for that.”

Drake picks up his wine glass, giving Kate a wink before bringing it to his lips. “Neither I nor Cordonia were ready for the likes of Kate.”

“I literally came in like a wrecking ball.” Kate laughs. “Breaking and stealing hearts as I went.”

Chasing the pasta around her plate, Lorraine nods. “I believe it. Kate's a firecracker when she wants to be.”

“As for the Duke part, I met him at the altar. He married a Duchess to gain his title.” Kate says.

Carol raises her eyebrows, “And how did you become a Duchess?”

“By turning down a King's proposal.” Drake answers, “He kind of gave her the Duchy as a consolation prize.”

“So you could have been Queen?” Lorraine asks incredulously.

Kate looks across the table at Drake, “I didn't want to be Queen, because I was in love with someone else.”

“Sucks to be him, but it was definitely a win win for me.” Drake says, looking up from his plate to give Kate a smoldering glance, his eyes dark.

Kate feels the heat rush to her cheeks and to her core simultaneously, ok now I'm ready for dessert. Sitting back in her chair, Kate pretends to stifle a yawn behind her napkin. “I'm so sorry. I guess I'm still on Cordonian time.”

Drake looks back down with a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. Picking up his glass of wine he tips it back and finishes it. Laying his utensils across his plate, he looks over to Lorraine with a satisfied smile. “Thank-you for dinner it was quite delicious. I miss sitting down with family like this. Between our weeks in Texas with my Mom on her ranch and this night with your hospitality we've been spoiled during our time in the U.S.”

“You spent weeks in Texas? And you give me a day?” Lorraine asks, her tone harsh.

Kate tips her head back and closes her eyes, wishing she had a glass of wine of her own right about now. When was she going to stop questioning everything we’ve done as if we were hiding things from her. She's so darn hung up on everyone's business. No wonder I couldn't wait to get out on my own after Dad left.

Drake can't help but notice Kate's frustration with her Mom's defensive nature. He glances at Carol, who just rolls her eyes at him. Time to shut down this dinner and move on. Folding his arms across his chest he turns back toward Lorraine with a stern frown.

“Yes, we were in Texas for my sister's wedding. Between the bachelor and bachelorette parties, the cattle sale and the wedding planning it took longer than we expected. Things weren't exactly under our control. This time around Kate and I were chosen to attend an Environmental Summit in Seattle as diplomats representing our country, and it was only a three day trip. We chose to spend our last day with you because Kate wanted to catch you up on the significant changes in her life. We're sorry we couldn't invite you to our wedding, Lorraine. Our engagement only lasted a month and with assassins threatening us from all sides it wasn't exactly a stress free time. We were lucky to survive the whole thing, so get off your fucking high horse and give us a break.”

Lorraine goes pale, eyes wide in shock at being put in her place. Carol raises her eyebrows, sucking in a breath. She speaks up, attempting to cut the sudden tension in the room.

“Alrighty then, shall we have pie?”

After everyone gets up from the table, bringing their dishes to the counter, Lorraine gently pulls Kate aside into the hallway.

With her eyes cast low she whispers. “I'm sorry Katherine. Please forgive me.”

Pulling her Mom into a hug, Kate whispers back. “I forgive you. I'm sorry for excluding you from such a big chapter of my life. I won't do it again.”

“I'm going to be a grandmother. I really am proud of you, you know that right?” Lorraine whispers, her eyes wet with happy tears.

Stepping back, Kate wipes tears of her own, nodding. “I know.”

“Please tell Drake I'm sorry. Since your father left I…” her face falls, unable to finish her sentence, she looks down at the floor.

“It's ok Mom, I understand.” Kate reaches out and rubs her arms, giving her a smile of encouragement. “Now come on let's get some pie before Drake and Carol eat it all.”

Lorraine chuckles, wiping her eyes again. “Just give me a moment to compose myself, Ok? I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a few minutes.”

Kate pulls her Mom into another hug, and then lets her go. “Ok.”

Lorraine turns down the hall and disappears into the powder room, and Kate sucks in a deep breath and returns to the kitchen.

Drake looks up from helping Carol load the dishwasher when Kate comes back in the room. Kate walks over and steps into his arms. Drake mumbles into her hair by her ear. “I..I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break your Mom.”

Kate steps back, slapping him on the arm. “Ow! I said I was sorry.” Drake rubs at his arm. “Don't forget that Bertrand shot me during the bachelor party.”

Carol laughs as she closes the dishwasher. “Oh my goodness you two are something else.”

Kate slips her arms around Drake's waist, he wraps his arms around her again and kisses her on top of the head. Kate chuckles as she closes her eyes and rests her cheek against his shoulder. “Oh you have no idea.”

Lorraine quietly steps into the kitchen, she clears her throat to get everyone's attention. “Um, it's getting late. So why don't we change for bed and then we'll take pie into the living room and relax a little before we retire for the night.”

Kate and Drake exchange a glance. “We don't have a change of clothes, our luggage is back in Seattle.” Kate replies.

“I’m sure we can find some sort of sleepwear for you Kate, but for Drake probably not.” Lorraine says apologetically.

Drake shrugs, “I don't usually wear pyjamas anyway.”

“You'll want your clothes laundered for tomorrow though, because you know, Clem.” Kate says.

“If you'd like, we could do the same for your clothes too Kate if you’d like.” Carol offers.

Kate looks down at her clothes, her blouse was dry clean only, but her skirt and undergarments were certainly washable. “Ok, I'll get my clothes washed too.”

Lorraine claps her hands, “Oh splendid! Alright then. I'll let you two have the master bedroom for the night. Drake you know where the laundry room is, Kate come with me and we'll find you something comfy to lounge in.”

Drake's mouth drops open as Kate, Lorraine and Carol leave him alone and go get changed for bed.

Continues here

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