#like i’ve barley gone anywhere in months

[sunaswife]

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒

Shigaraki X f! Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, brainwashed/ programmed reader, implied kidnapping, Dom/sub, use of the word ‘pet’ and ‘master’, first time sex, uh..does this count as yandere..? Idk lol

🔪: this is like my second time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad 🙇‍♀️ plz don’t spank me. N E Wayz I dedicate this fic to @aoi-turtle 🖤 and Any other shiggy whores out there

Edit: I FORGOT TO TAG @dinablossom and @toworuu IM SO SORRY BSVAKAGSJA

Summary: Imagine being programmed to be the leagues healer but also Shigaraki’s little cum bucket

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“Master what is the meaning of this.” Shigaraki looked at the television screen as he scratched his neck. “I took her quirk and made it a thousand times better.” He said simply. “Tomura shigaraki where should I place her?” Kurogiri asked. “Anywhere. I don’t care. I just don’t understand why you brought a stupid hero here.” He said annoyed.

“Now now—“ “Shut up and put her somewhere out of my sight!” Tomura demanded and Kurogiri sighed and carried your body to the spare room by shigaraki’s private quarters. You looked dead, you were exhausted, traumatized, in shock.

You were frozen. Your eyes stayed open, unblinking as you stared at the ceiling. It looked as if you were dead. But your body is warm and you were breathing, you’re alive and you’ll recover quick. Thanks to the quirk All for One fixed for you.

Dabi smirked at your ruined form. Spinner hid his rosy cheeks, you were a cute one. Toga was excited to have another girl in the league she talked with Twice about all the fun things you two could do together. Whether it be painting your nails, doing your hair, torturing someone, or making them bleed. She was excited.

“What’s so good about her quirk that you needed it.” Shigaraki asked. “It’s come to my attention that the league has been missing an important puzzle piece.” He started off. “Yeah? What’s that?” The light blue haired man asked. He was beyond ticked off to have a hero here. “She’s not a hero. She was training under UA’s school nurse. But she fell into the hero course for recovery and first aid training.” He said and everyone stayed silent and patiently listened to the brain behind the league.

“Her quirk is pyrokinetic regeneration. She manipulates fire with the energy of the person who needs healing and together she heals with so called fire. Her quirk was small, only a few cuts a bruises here and there could she heal. But I added cell regeneration so she can even fix up deep wounds that could need surgery in a matter of days instead of months.”

“Sounds amazing! No she could use her fire against us!” Twice said and Toga nodded. “She won’t. Her fire doesn’t burn unless you’re hurt.” Kurogiri returned. “But she’s still a hero brat so wouldn’t she try to resist?” Dabi asked. “I don’t know but let me try and see!” Toga giggled and pulled out a knife she easily slit her wrist and skipped her way to your new room.

Out of curiosity the other members followed suit. Shigaraki first, he wanted to see if you were truly useful if not then he’d disintegrate you right here and now. “Hi hi new friend! My name is Toga!” The psychotic girl giggle as her blood dripped all over the floor. You looked up slowly from your spot on the bed. “H-hi...T-toga..” your voice was low. “Kurogiri Can you bring her some water?” Toga asked and he left and came back in the blink of an eye.

Your hands were shaking for the cup of water but Toga held it back, away from you. “If you want the water then heal my wrist first.” She said sweetly with a giggle. “Heal your wrist?” You whispered and she nodded. “O-okay..” you stuttered and you slowly removed the blanket from your lap. You stood up with wobbly legs to go to the girl but you fell. The chain on your ankle pulled you back. You winced and looked at her, pleading for her to come to you. She asked if you were okay and when you responded she shoved her bloody arm to your face. “Take a deep breath. This may sting...” you started and a small green flame came upon your hand. You rubbed the flame over both of your hands like you were putting on lotion, finally when the flames covered both hands you pressed hard on her wrist. She winced, “ow ow ow.” She whimpered, you removed your hands and everyone stared at the flame around her whole wrist. “Give it thirty seconds....or not...” you said as you stared wide eyed at her already healed cut. It was barley a touch and it’s gone now. “Wow. No scar!” She giggled and turned to show the guys. “Wow stab me next, please don’t or else I’ll bite ya!” Twice said and you reached for the water. “Interesting.” Shigaraki mumbled with a small squint. Kurogiri looked over and hoped he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

“Shows over. She needs her rest.” Kurogiri said and everyone left one by one. Toga gave her a hug and wished for you both to be the best of friends and she skipped away. “Tomura Shigaraki. What are you thinking?” Kurogiri asked as Shigaraki began to walk into your room. “Nothing that concerns you.” He spat and slammed the door. Kurogiri sighed but returned to the bar nonetheless.

“Do you know who I am?” Shigaraki asked, “Yes you’re the leader of the league of villains, You’re name is Tomura Shigaraki and your quirk is decay—“ “that’s enough!” He raised his voice and looked at you with wide eyes.

You looked so sad and you glanced down at your cup. “Mr. shigaraki I know I don’t usually talk this much. I’ve always been the quiet type. I think whoever kidnapped me gave me a huge sense of knowledge. I know the league is bad but I don’t care about the heroes anymore and I don’t know why. I know everything about you guys, your true identity, your quirks, your past. And when I see you I—“ you quickly stopped yourself.

Shigaraki raised a brow. “You what?” He asked curiously. “N-nothing. Just forget it.” You answered and he growled. “Answer me now before I kill you.” He said and your legs subconsciously clenched together. You stayed quiet and your chest rose and fell a little more quickly. Why was this feeling in your chest when this killer, this man child looked at you? What exactly did the man he calls master do to you?

Before you knew it he gripped your chin and lifted it harshly so you could look at his wrinkly red eyes. Even though he looks like a bum he smelled nice and clean. A hand was covering his face and you slowly lifted your hand to touch it and his other hand grabbed your wrist. “What the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish you fucking idiot?” He growled and you gulped. “C-can i see your face?” You asked and he tilted his head confused.

“No. Answer my question-“ before you both knew it, as if your body had a mind of its own you tackled shigaraki down and you snatched the hand off his face. His hand quickly wrapped around your neck and arm and you pressed your lips against his. He halted his finger from pressing against your neck. He was beyond confused.

“If only tomura finished listening to what i had to say.” All for one chuckled loudly. You both were able to faintly hear the television from down the hall. “He would know that I managed to change y/N’s desires and whole way of thinking. She’s now with the league of Villains and she’s in love with its leader, Tomura Shigaraki. Consider it a present and motivation for the future of the league.” You both heard and you pulled away from him. “I’m sorry. I should have asked.” You said lowly. He stood there stunned and silent.

He slowly sat up and looked at your figure. “So you were brainwashed like my Nomu.” He hummed and took a few steps back. He noticed how you crawled closer to him but the chain was keeping you away.

“Who do you love?”

“You.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who’s your master?”

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

You said and he smirked. He was gonna have fun with you. “At least master was kind enough to give me a beauty.” He said as he held on to the chains. “Don’t freak out.” He warned and you nodded. He disintegrated the chain around your ankle and he pulled you by the arm. You were wearing an ugly hospital gown and you were barefoot. You couldn’t help but shiver. He went next door to his room and he shoved you in and slammed the door. You nearly tripped over the mess and you turned to look at shiggy. “Why are you just standing there?” He asked, “You haven’t given me orders.” You deadpanned. “You can’t think for yourself?” He questioned. “No i can but I Don’t want to upset you.” You replied.

“Fine then clean this shit up.” He referred to his very very messy room. You nodded and began to lift up a piece of trash but he pulled you away. “Change first.” He said and handed you a black hoodie. “Do you have a bathroom?” You asked. “No change here.” He said and you nodded. You turned so your back was facing him and carefully began to take off the gown, leaving you completely bare and Shigaraki couldn’t help but look.

Your skin was so beautiful and looked so soft. He saw as you carefully put on his hoodie and it completely engulfed you. It reached to your mid thigh. You slowly turned to look at him with rosy cheeks. The hoodie smelled just like him. “Tomura—“ “It’s master to you.” He Interrupted and you nodded, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together once more. “Sorry...m-master.” You said and played with the hem of his hoodie.

“Master..can I have some underwear too...? I feel weird, when I’m bare underneath..” you asked. “No, continue cleaning my room.” He answered coldly and sat on his gaming chair. He turned on his console and began playing whatever game he had.

You sighed and you couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous yet scarred face and his beautiful long fingers. In an instant he can kill you, but if you’re good..then he might even reward you. If you were to die, I’d rather be in the hands of your master than anyone else.

You quickly began you pick up the instant ramen bowls and bags of chips. You separated recycling and trash. You even managed to pick up all his dirty clothes and put it in the hamper in less than an hour. Tomura was stunned, one minute he can barley walk in, the next It’s almost spotless. He saw you from the corner of his eye, you were folding his clothes that practically had the same color scheme.

“Can i go through your drawers to put your clothes away..?” You finally spoke up. “Yeah it’s whatever. I don’t care.” He mumbled and returned to the screen. “Ugh stupid game!” He huffed and began pressing the controller more furiously. You chuckled and thought that it was so cute and adorable when he was frustrated.

You went to his California king sized bed and began to fix the sheets and make his bed. Since it was so huge, you had to climb on to properly fix it. You were completely in your own world when Shigaraki turned and saw your wet cunt on display in all it’s glory. Ever since he saw you he couldn’t help but feel that urge to take you. His resistance was getting to him and now he wanted to give in to his urges even more. He was too distracted that he lost the fucking game and he growled and disintegrated the controller. That was his own form of rage quitting.

You heard his sound of frustration so when you turned you expected him to be in the same chair uttering bullshit, but you were shocked when you felt your hips being pulled back. Your cunt was touching his pants, but you can feel his bulge. “Um..master..I—“

“Shut up.” He said and reached for your neck. He pulled you back to him and wrapped his other arm around your waist, hovering your aching clit. “This is whats gonna happen.” He started off and you nodded. “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to like it. Okay?”

“I understand.” You said softly, you felt his hands slowly lift up the hoodie just a bit to get a better view of your ass. You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. “I know I’m probably not your dream girl but I promise to be a good girl, master..” your voice shook. He tilted his head, were you getting insecure?

“No pet, you’re perfect to me.” He assured and you could hear his belt jingle as he took it off. “You seem pretty wet already, pet. Since how long have you been like this?” He asked as he got out of his jeans. He slowly open your cheeks to reveal your little pussy clenching around nothing, how cute. “Since I saw you..” you mumbled. He smirked and leaned down. He immediately began to eat out your cunt causing you to gasp in shock and grip the sheets. Your chest layed roughly against the bed as your ass stood proud in the air for the leader of the league of villains to enjoy.

“Fuck—“ you moaned and you felt a slap on your ass. You slightly jumped released a small yelp. “Watch your language.” He growled from your pussy. “Yes master.” You whimpered and he slowly began to rub his thumb on your other hole. Your small moans filled the room and he easily slipped his middle finger in you. You squeezed around him so deliciously, he couldn’t help but wished his cock was inside.

This has never happened to him before, this feeling in his chest. Someone that loves him and will obey his every command. You’re so beautiful as well, and your sounds. Your moans and whimpers, in all honesty he jut wanted to get himself off. But after hearing you and seeing you. He wants to make sure you have pleasure as well.

He continued pumping his finger in and out of your slick walls and your voice started getting slightly higher. “Master...I—I’m gonna cum...”you panted and your toes began to curl. “It’s okay, cum for me, pet. You’ve been a good girl.” He said softly and he felt you clench around his finger. When you came he slowly removed his finger and examined it. You must be new to is if you could get off with just one of his long fingers.

You layed on the bed a bit tired, not paying attention to your master who had tasted your cum on his finger. It was delicious and he wanted another taste. When you felt a lick on your cunt again you immediately shivered and clenched your thighs. “Hold still I just wanna taste some cum.” Shigaraki huffed and he pulled your thighs apart. You were pretty sensitive but you obeyed nonetheless.

You moans began to fill the room once more and before you could finish and cum again he pulled away. You automatically whimpered and turned to give your master puppy dog eyes. “I would let you cum again, but my cock is so fucking hard I don’t think I can wait another minute.” he said and began to pull down his boxers.

Before you could get back in position, which freaking hurt, he flipped you over on your back and you made a small oof noise. You looked up to See shigaraki focused on his cock, he was rubbing himself up and down your slit to use your cum as lube. “Alright I’m going in.” He announced and slowly pushed his rather large member inside your tint cunt. You immediately yelped and held on to his biceps. “M-master wait—it hurts..” you pleaded and Tomura finally looked up at your face.

He loves inflicting pain, he loves watching people’s painful expressions when they’re hurt or when they’re gonna die. Chisaki’s face was so amusing. But when he saw yours, his heart shattered and he didn’t want to hurt you at all. You’ve been nothing but good to him, he doesn’t want to hurt his little toy. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, “it’s okay..” you sniffled. After a minute of him being patient you gave him a nod and he continued to slowly bottom out.

You both released a moan when he was all the way in. You both have never felt anything like this before. “Can I start moving?” Shigaraki asked you as he brushed way the hair from your face. You nodded and he pulled almost all the way out and he slammed back in. Your little gasps and moans came back which made shigaraki feel at ease. You can clearly hear your slick with every thrust and it was music to his ears.

“I’ve been neglecting these.” He grunted and lifted his hoodie over your chest. Finally he was able to see your beautiful soft breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He moaned and immediately lowered his mouth to one of your nipples. You squealed and your back arched and he pushed you down. “Master...” you moaned softly. His tongue swirled around your hardened bud and your fingers tangled in his light blue hair. Two of his fingers pinched your other nipple and he lightly bit the nipple in his mouth.

“I think I-I’m close—“ you gasped and he removed his mouth. His thrusts decreased in speed but they became harder. He had a stupid smirk on his face and your eyes widened when he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Hold it until I say so.” He demanded and you muttered a weak yes. He felt how your gummy walls squeezed against his large dick, he was getting close too. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He groaned with his head tilted back and your mouth watered at the sight. Why is he so fucking handsome?

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax so he rubbed his thumb on you clit while increasing his pace once more, causing you to be even louder than before. Everyone in the bar could hear and a certain fire villian grumbled in annoyance. “Master I can’t hold it anymore!” You screamed. “Then cum my stupid little pet. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” He grunted and bit his lip at the sight of your sweaty body. Your bouncing breasts, crazy hair, your adorable ahego face, your twitching legs and finally your grip on his biceps. You were so prefect and so good to him and only him.

When you came you felt his cum shoot inside you as well causing you to gasp at the delicious feeling. Tomura rested his head on your shoulder and tried catching his breath. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the closeness. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and you gave his shoulder a kiss causing him to freeze. “I love you master, thank you for making me feel good.” You said softly. He chuckled and pulled you closer, “I love you too.”

I wanna write a part 2 of Shiggy finding out his little toy is being used by a certain fire boy 👀

#tomura shigaraki #shigaraki smut #league of villains #my hero academia #yandere shigaraki #smut #[🏌️‍♀️🔪.yandere]

[lexwritess]

omg so sorry the 27 and 40 was for a peter parker x reader. thanks lovely!

Bottled Up [P.P]

pairing- Peter Parker x gn!avenger!reader, Natasha Romanoff x reader(platonic)

warnings- swearing, small mentions of suicidal thoughts, peter and the reader really going through it, angst

27-“Hold me.”

40-“You’re not broken.”

word count- 1.2k

You and Peter haven’t talked much since the battle with Thanos. You both have been in a bad state of mind. It was probably better if you had each other, but neither one of you guys could bring yourselves to even get out of bed.

You’ve been sleeping in the lab because Bruce says it safer there for you. Bullshit they’re all just afraid of you. You have similar powers to Wanda but if your emotions are strong you can’t control them.

Each night you can’t help but think it’s all your fault. You’ve lost everyone. Your parents died in a plane crash when you were 8, but Natasha was your mothers best friend so she offered to take you in. She trained you so you could defend others and yourself and Wanda helped you control your powers better. Now Natasha was gone too. Natasha put Steve in charge of you if anything were ever to happen to her, but Steve wasn’t here. He was old now, going back in time made him a different Steve. There’s no way he could take care of you now. Next was Bucky, but again no where to be seen. You have no one to take care of you. Everyone that’s ever cared about you is gone. The war tore everyone into there own paths and here you are alone in a tower. The only person you could ever rely on was your boyfriend, Peter.

Peter. A name that used to taste sweet when it fell from your mouth. That taste is bitter now. You don’t know if you two are still together anymore to be honest. The last time you saw each other was Tony’s funeral. It’s been about two months since then.

There’s two sides to it. You don’t want anything more than to just go over there and hold Peter and tell him everything’s going to be okay and you both are going to get through this. But you don’t think you are going to get through this. You miss him. You need him.

You sigh rolling over to the other side of the bed. You’re going to try to go to school tomorrow for the first time since the battle. But looking at the clock seeing it is 3am you don’t see yourself having the energy to get up tomorrow.

You feel yourself start to break. You’ve kept all your walls up and burying all your emotions you’ve had since the battle and now all the emptiness you’ve been feeling is now replaced by sadness, fear, and anger. You’re anger at yourself. You should never have stopped talking to Peter. He was hurting just as much as you.

You abruptly got up from your bed and got a coat on. No one is staying in the Avengers tower so all you have to do is get past the cameras. Bruce set up Cameras so if you tried to sneak out F.R.I.D.A.Y would send him an alert.

Once you get upstairs to the main floor you type in the pin number and sneak out through the back door.

You have too much adrenaline and confused feelings to be in a car right now. You start sprinting to Peters house. He can fix it. You guys can fix each other.

You reach Peters house and climb up to the window outside Peters room. You go to open the window, but quickly inch your hand away after you realize what you’re doing.

“Oh my God what am i doing?” You question yourself. ‘God i’m an idiot!’ You think.

You sign getting ready to climb off the roof.

“Y/n?” You hear a soft, surprised voice from behind you. You know that voice anywhere.

“Peter?” You question as you snap your head back to look behind you.

“Y/n what are you doing o-outside my house on my roof..at-.” He pauses to look at his phone.

“3:43 a.m.?” He looks at you concerned. He’s reading the emotions on your face. Peters the only one besides Nat that has always been able to see right through your mask.

“Oh my God sweetheart. I just realized how awful I’ve been.” Peter looks over to the side. You can tell he’s cursing himself out in his head.

“No Peter. I’ve been awful. That’s why i’m here. I miss you. I miss you so much and I’ve been so got up with myself and I just-.” Peter cuts your rambling off.

“Before you continute, get inside it’s freezing.” Peter extends his hand out to help you through the window. You gladly grab it back, and he pulls you in. You miss his hands.

Peter puts his hands on your upper arms, gently caressing them. You can finally get a better look at his face. You can see he’s been doing just as bad as you. His eyes were red and blotchy, the bags under his eyes matched yours and the brightness in his chocolate brown eyes are dull now.

“I’ve missed you so much Y/n.” Peter says his raspy voice cracking a bit.

“I missed you too.” You breathe out, tears starting to brim your eyes.

Peter engulfs you into a hug, holding you tighter than he has before. You hold him just as hard as the tears start running down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you.” You sob out. “I was being selfish and worrying about myself and wallowing in my own self pity.” You grab onto the bottom of his shirt fabric like your life depends on it.

“Baby it’s okay, it’s okay. I was doing the same thing, but we’re here now. You got me.” Peter coaxes.

You choke out another sob and Peter shushes you softly and caresses your head, pulling you in closer.

“It’s late we should get in bed.” Peter whispers to you.

You nod your head and he grabs your hand leading you over to his bed. You lay down and get under the covers while Peter takes his shirt off and slides his pj pants on.

“Hold me.” You whisper out to him, expanding the blanket open so he’ll get under.

He gives you a smile and lets out a breathy laugh before sliding under the covers and wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m sorry again. You always have to deal with my broken ass.” You let out a bitter laugh.

“You’re not broken. You’ve just been through a lot. So have I and we keep each other up. Okay? We’ll never be broken if we have each other.” You here Peters voice waver throughout his speech.

“Can we never do that again? I can barley to an hour without you that was the longest 2 months of my life.” Peter laughs out.

“Yes. Never again.” You smile and look down at his lips. He leans in and locks his lips with yours. God you missed his lips.

“Goodnight, Y/n. I love you.” He mumbles half asleep into your hair.

You let out a light laugh at his tiredness. “I love you too Peter.” You smile leaning in closer to him.

The name that tasted bitter in your mouth not even 5 hours ago tasted sweet again.

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker smut #peter parker #peter parker x reader smut #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x reader #the avengers #marvel

[princessofqueensandkings]

“some things are worth the wait”: Ushi imagine

FANDOM: HAIKYUU!! ( Wakatoshi Ushijima) (gender neutral reader) 

WARNING: NONE, PURE FLUFF 

Ushijima never imagined his life outside of volleyball. Sure, he had his family and you but recently he started to view you in a much different light. Suddenly, your smile and your laugh was always invading his mind. He would recall different times where you would be singing, or eating your favorite ice cream while telling him about your day. It was constant, you were a disease invading his being. But...he loved it. He loved that you felt safe with him, no one ever had before. His demeanor was intimating to others but to you all you saw was “Toshi”, the nickname you gave him. He never felt judged around you. He never felt like something was wrong with him. He knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he was made for you and only you, he was sure of it. 

Ushijima was doing his normal morning run at the park where you two had your first kiss, until he spotted a old couple on the bench talking and holding each other fondly. He thought it was strange because it was still early in the morning, the sun barley made an appearance. You were still at his apartment cuddling closely to the covers before he left. Looking at the old couple made him remembered that he still had to stop by the store to get some ingredients to make you breakfast by the time you woke. As Ushi got closer to the older couple he heard parts of their conversation. 

“30? the older man said looking at to the sky as if he was thinking,” No, that’s not right. Ummm, OH!” he exclaimed. “Its 33! Yep, 33 years since you agreed to be mine.” The old man looked at his wife loving. 

“Yeah and I’ve been regretting it ever since.” The old woman joked while smiling  at her husband.

“I love you,” The old man replied not being deterred by his wife’s antics

“I love you today, tomorrow, and the days after that”, The old woman replied to her husband before giving him a gentle kiss. 

As Ushijima continued his run he couldn’t help but imagine. Would this be you two after 33 years? Would you still love him after all those years? He brought a ring months ago and been saving it in his pocket ever since. He was terrified if he asked you to marry him you would say no. Ushi never really had a hard time with his confidence, he was a great athlete so he got his fair share of attention from others. But for some reason the thought of you rejecting him made him stomach turn. He couldn’t lose you not now, not ever. If asking him to marry him was such a dilemma why should he? You two had settled into a comfortable lifestyle, you were at the top of your career and you two traveled together on various vacations often. He didn’t need change, as long as he had you, he was more than content. And yet the images of weddings wouldn’t leave his mind, the imagery seemed to follow him anywhere. After he finished his run on his way to the store there was an ad of couples getting engaged appearing on the billboard as he was driving. “Its the end of November, he thought to himself, “isn’t wedding season in spring?” The ring he carried in his pocket grew heavier by the minute. Once he finally made it to the store the ever-growing thought of professing his love for you became overwhelming. He needed to see you now. 

As Ushi open his apartment door, quietness greeted him. He realized you still must be asleep. Suddenly being in the proximity with you seemed too much. The air felt heavy, his palms sweating. As he walked up to the door of the bedroom he thought about the older couple, how their love transcended decades, he knew that would become the two of you he was positive but yet there lingered spaces of self doubt. What if you said no to marriage and he lost you forever? That was a pain he wasn’t willing to bear. 

No, this was enough the life you two had now was enough. He tucked the ring back into his pocket and open the door, he just wanted to be close to you. As he open the door your eyes immediately found his and you smiled. Suddenly the self doubt that he had earlier was gone. He knew that you were perfect for him, there wasn’t any doubt in his mind. And even if you said no to marriage now, he knew that would not be the end of you two. He would always love and wait until you were ready. The love you two shared would transcend time just like the older couple. Because you were worth it. 

You were more than worth the wait. 

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OKAY I FINSHED IT AHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE AND THANKS TO EVERYONE WAS REQUESTED MORE. IM GOING TO BE WRITING MORE SO LMK WHAT YOU GUYS WANT. LOVE YALL (OPEN TO ANY FEEDBACK) 

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#haikyuu x reader #haikyū!! #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #imagine #new blog #plz talk to me

[queenofcaradelle]

What if a gang of bandits break into the castle one night, so Barley fights them off when they get close to Ian’s room

Could have some good whump for that

You know right, I'm going to write a drabble of that right now. Sorry if there's going to be some typo in it.

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The break in

Prince Ian was walking down the castle corridor to his bedroom when he heard his name being called from behind him.

"HEY IAN!"

Ian turned around to see his older brother running towards him with a wide smile on his face, "hey barley, are you about to go out again?" Ian asked.

Prince barley was the future king of new mushroomton but that wasn't on his mind, he would sneak out at night out of the castle and goes to patrol the edge of the village, for a while no one knew that he did it, not even lieutenant bronco, but then his little brother started to get suspicious on why barley kept on sneaking out at night when he should have been in his room studying for his lessons on how to be a king.

He stepped out in the corridors one night when he knew barley would be sneaking out and questioned him on what he was doing, "nothing don't worry about it Ian, go back to bed" he'd say, but Ian just kept insisting until barley Sat him down in his room and told him.

Their father, King wilden, was ambushed and murdered one night when barley was still little, his mother by then was heavily pregnant with Ian so he didn't know his Dad, Barley had promised his father that he would protect his family and Ian from any harm.

So he started sneaking out at night, patrolling the edge of the village and scaring off the bad guys, or at least anyone that looked suspicious to him, Ian was scared for his brother's safety at first, but decided to keep the secret to himself.

He even convinced barley if he could go with him one night and although barley was reluctant, he agreed, but something happened that night that stopped barley from taking his little brother out with him, but that's a story for next time.

"Yeah, I'm about to go get dressed and head out."

Ian nodded rubbing his other arm a little "ok, but just be careful ok?" He said in a whispered tone as two guards Passed them, the two princes nodded at them as they walked passed and made sure that they were out of sight "of course little brother, I always am!" Barley said as he patted his little brother's back and turned and walked away.

Ian was about to walk away too, until barley called out to him "hey, how's the scar?" Ian turned around to look at his older brother and put his hand up to the scar across his Left eye "it's ok, the pain went down, thankfully" barley nodded and walked away.

Ian continued to watch his brother while his hand was still on his scar until barley went into his room, Ian turned and went inside his room and shut the doors he looked at himself in the mirror and stared at the scar for a little bit until he shuddered at the memory and went to go get ready for bed.

➖➖➖

Barley had just arrived at the Forest where the big Wall was, it was installed shortly when wilden was killed to better protect the kingdom, but barley didn't think that it would do any good so he went off himself to make sure no one would be able to come in and out.

"Whoa there girl!" He said as Guinevere came to a halt, he patted the white steed before he jumped off, adjusted his Red Cape, and grabbed Guinevere's lead and started walking around.

They walked around for a couple of hours until Guinevere started to get tired "yeah, I'm getting tired too, come on girl, let's go take a break under these trees." Barley said as he led Guinevere over to a tree and tied the rope around the tree securing it before he opened the satchel that was hanging off the saddle and got out two apples.

He fed Guinevere the apple and patted her before sitting against the tree himself and started eating the other apple.

➖➖➖

Unbeknownst to him though, there were two guys climbing over the other side of the giant Wall and climbing down, while the other was looking out for the guards.

"Ok, you sure he's not around?" One guy said as they begin making their way towards one of the windows "yeah, I've been watching him for a while now, and he usually patrols on the other side of the Forest first." The first guy said as he got the grappling hooks ready.

The second guy shrugged as the first guy threw the grappling hook, the hook catching onto the wall and the first guy pulled it to make sure that it wouldn't Fall out on them, "ok, we get the prince and then we head out, ok?" The second guy nodded and the first guy started climbing shortly followed after by the other guy.

➖➖➖

They climbed over the balcony and looked through the window to see Ian lying in his bed sleeping, his back facing the window, the first guy silently counted to one, then they quietly broke the Lock on the window and opened it.

They walked over to the large blue bed and nodded at each other before they attacked.

➖➖➖

Barley was riding Guinevere slowly towards the other end of the Forest, happy that he hadn't seen any suspicious people anywhere "looks like there's no one looking to come in tonight huh girl?" Barley said as he bent down and patted Guinevere, she neighed and they continue to Walk until barley heard a loud horn blowing.

He immediately stopped and looked at the direction of the castle "the castle's being attacked" he said as he made Guinevere start running to the castle.

Once he got there, he saw his mother outside the castle being led out by Colt and the guards but it looked like she was resisting them, trying to go back inside and at this moment, barley realized that someone was missing, he squinted a little trying to figure out who "where's-" his thoughts were interrupted by a loud scream and everyone looked up even the villagers, who was woken up by the loud horn, looked up to the direction of where Ian's room would be.

"IAN!" Laurel yelled out as she tried to run back inside but she was quickly stopped by the guards and started running her to safety "MY BOYS!" she screamed out as Colt tried to calm her down.

"No." Barley murmured as he ran around the Forest edge so no one could see him, as soon as he got to the wall where Ian's room would be, he jumped off and stopped short when he saw the grappling hook on the Wall, barley got mad and climbed the rope, ready to do anything to protect his baby brother. Anything.

➖➖➖

Barley jumped onto the balcony and immediately saw two guys dressed in all black trying to tie down a struggling Ian, he could see two guards had already ran into the room trying to save Ian but it looks like they knocked them out easily 'and Colt said that they were the Best Men he had, yeah right' barley shook his head and pulled out his sword, not the time to think about that right now.

As he was about to sneak in, he saw the second guy walking over to Ian and kicked him over his head, after that, barley Saw that Ian had gone completely still, the first guy was getting ready to tie him up until barley snuck up from behind them and knocked the second guy out.

The first guy turned and immediately saw barley and started fighting him, barley charged at the guy with sword in hand but he easily grabbed barley and flipped him over, dropping his sword.

Barley shook his head, he underestimated him, he was about to get up to start fighting again until the guy got on top of him and pulled out a dagger.

Barley quickly grabbed his hand and tried to hold it back, the first guy looking at him evilly "you're little brother is coming with me, and I'm going to make sure you'll never see him again." The guy said as he got his hand More towards barley's heart, barley tried to hold off the guy's hand off but he was losing, he looked around to see if there was anything he could use but there was nothing he could see in reach of him, and for the first time since his father's murder, barley felt absolute terror in himself and closed his eyes silently apologizing to his father for not doing enough to protect his family.

By some miracle though, the guy jumped as Barley heard a crashing noise above him and he opened his eyes to see the guy swaying a little before he fell off of barley and to the ground unconscious, barley looked up to see his little brother standing above him, holding a vase "Ian" Barley whispered as he saw some bruises on his face and neck.

His eyes were becoming unfocused (as far as Barley could tell) and he whispered "told you…we'd be...even" before he started swaying, barley immediately got up to catch his little brother in his arms dropping the vase that he was holding making a loud shattering noise.

"IAN! Ian!" Barley yelled out as he watched his little brother's eyes slowly closed, barley felt his pulse and sighed in relief when he felt it still beating and Saw his chest rising up and down.

Barley gently combed his fingers through Ian's hair and sighed sadly "I'm so sorry buddy, I'm sorry" he said as he pulled his unconscious brother into a hug, staying there until he heard some guards along with Colt running through the corridors and towards Ian's room.

➖➖➖

Barley was now wearing his normal outfit and was walking solemnly to Ian's room, Colt and his mother had found out about his secret when Colt busted open Ian's door open last night while he was still cradling his little brother in his arms and saw barley in his warrior outfit, Colt questioned him about his outfit and that he thought that he was sleeping at this time when they made sure Ian would be taken care of, he admitted to them that he snuck out at night to patrol the kingdom, he didn't dare tell them that Ian knew, the poor Guy's been through enough as it is.

Barley wasn't allowed to leave the castle for a month and Colt made sure that there would be guards standing outside his room to make sure he didn't sneak out.

Barley opened the doors and walked in to see the maids tending to Ian but they stopped and bowed to Barley, he dismissed them and they walked out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Barley walked over to Ian's bed and sat down running his fingers through his hair and grabbing his hand with his other hands.

Ian let out a groan and turned away from barley's head rubbing "shhhh, you're okay Ian" Barley hushed.

Ian opened his eyes and looked up at Barley "Barley?" He groaned out.

"Hey buddy, I'm right here, you're safe now" barley promised as Ian moved his head more towards Barley, barley let go of Ian's hand and carefully tucked his head against his chest in a hug.

"Mmm...what happened?" He asked him as he snuggled closer to Barley, barley sighed as he told Ian All of what happened after he passed out.

"They found out?" Ian asked to which barley nodded to "yeah, I'm grounded for a month, Colt even has guards standing outside my room at night to make sure I don't sneak out again." Ian hummed in acknowledgement and continued to be comforted by Barley.

"Ian? I'm so sorry" Ian heard barley say and he looked up at him "what? Why are you apologizing?" He asked, barley looked down and shook his head softly "because I wasn't even here when you needed me the most, I failed you, again" he said sadly as he closed his eyes.

Ian reached up and touched his brother's cheek, which made him open his eyes and look down at Ian "it's ok" he said as he gently smiled at him "it's ok barley, you didn't fail me, in fact, you saved me"

barley shook his head again "I let them in, I wasn't watching and they came in and they could've kidnapped you and - and-" he stopped cause now he was thinking about All that could've happened to his little brother if he didn't arrive on time.

"Barley" he heard his little brother call out and he opened his eyes to see his little brother still smiling softly at him "it wasn't your fault, you didn't know what was going to happen or what was about to happen, All that matters is that I'm here now, all because of you, you saved me barley again." Ian said then he let out an exhausted sigh as his hand Fall from barley's cheek, only to be caught by barley's hand as he continued to look at his baby brother.

Barley looked down for a moment before he glanced back up at Ian and squeezed his hand softly to his chest while nodding "you're right, I did save you and I would do it again and again" barley promised him.

Ian smiled tiredly "mmmm... still tired" he said as he closed his eyes, barley gently rubbed his hand "go back to sleep, I'll still be here when you wake up, I promise" Ian nodded and snuggled closer to his brother.

Barley smiled and held Ian protectively, he promised his father that nothing would harm his family or Ian and he's going to make sure to keep that promise, no matter what.

A beat, then...

"You're still going back out there when you're not grounded anymore, are you?" He heard Ian murmur to him, barley let out a little chuckle and kissed his baby brother on his Head.

"you know me too well"

#medieval au #prince ian #prince barley #onward au #onward fanfiction

[idrawcats]

My thoughts on Graystripe’s Vow

Let me preface this by saying that I’ve never been a huge fan of Graystripe

That said, I really enjoyed this book

I was very surprised that we got a Warriors book about growing old, but I absolutely loved that

Before I actually get into my thoughts, let me give some important character ages (all based on the events timeline on the wiki)

Graystripe is 13, or 68 in cat years

Barley is somewhere between 15 (based on him tellling Ravenpaw that he’s seen “at least two more leafbares than [Ravenpaw]”) and 17 (assuming that Scourge was at least a year old when Barley was born). That makes him 76-84 in cat years

Stormfur is 11, or 60 in cat years

Monkeystar and WarriorClan are apprentice-aged, which would make them anywhere from 6 months to a year old, or 10-15 in cat years

I loved that we got to see the effects of old age on the old cast

It really gave the feeling that a long time has passed since TPB

I’ve always wanted to see a character go back to the old forest, but I never expected it to be Graystripe

This book really brought the nostalgia

Visiting the Tribe, going to the Moonstone, sleeping in Barney’s barn

It really felt like Warriors as it was when I was growing up

I guess I’ll just go in chronological order from here on out

First of all, WHY THE FUCK WAS EVERYONE DISRESPECTING SQUIRRELFLIGHT

SHE’S TRYING HER BEST AND SHE’S DOING A GOOD JOB

I really liked that some of the younger cast got some spotlight and actual personalities

I feel like I actually kind of got to know Flipclaw, Flywhisker, and Snaptooth in this book (although we already kind of knew Flywhisker)

Why on earth did none of the editors catch that Flipclaw had a crush on his AUNT

Someone really needs to go over the family trees

I’m glad she rejected him tho

Kinda hoping for lesbian Flywhisker now (even though I know it’ll never happen)

I was a little disappointed that the wanderers broke apart so soon

I was looking forward to seeing Graystripe and Thornclaw interact with the younger cast

Alas

Flipclaw is my son now

I really thought that he was gonna die and I was STRESSED

I was super happy that Graystripe got to see Stormfur again

Flipclaw x Feather of Flying Hawk is my new OTP

I really thought they might have been hinting at the two of them becoming an item

I hope Feather followed Flipclaw home to the Clans

Brief interlude: I AM SO FUCKING GLAD THAT THEY SKIMMED OVER THE TRAVEL PORTIONS OF THIS BOOK

I really did enjoy seeing what happened to the old forest

But I wish Graystripe had gone and explored ThunderClan’s old territory and maybe tried to find the camp

(Also apparently Fourtrees is a roundabout now :/)

I LOVED WarriorClan with all my heart

It really brought back the nostalgia of LARPing warriors with my friends at recess

Monkeystar is best girl

Glad that we got confirmation that Smudge and Barley are still alive

BARLEY

First of all, it really killed me how much he missed Ravenpaw

I liked seeing Graystripe and Barley bond over the loss of their respective mates

It really felt like a proper send-off to Barley

I also appreciated that the barn owners were taking care of Barley in his old age

THEY EVEN GAVE HIM EARDROPS

The Moonstone scene had me shook

The imagery of the lightning striking the Moonstone was so cool

The old twoleg den was horrifying but also just so sad

It really killed me to see so many cats being so horrifically neglected

But it was even sadder that their owner really loved them

I’ve been waiting to see a character with dementia (Graypool was the only one we’ve seen so far, I think), but I wasn’t expecting it to be a twoleg

Seeing Petunia trying to follow her owner into the ambulance was truly heartbreaking

I hope that Petunia finds her again in whatever afterlife twolegs (and maybe kittypets) go to

I was annoyed at Stormfur for being angry that Graystripe didn’t want to stay with the Tribe

The Clans have always been his home dude

You may have noticed that I haven’t even mentioned the BloodClan conflict

I enjoyed the flashbacks, but not nearly as much as the present-day portions

I thought Gremlin would play a bigger role and I thought we’d see more of Fury

Ashfur was such a little shit I can’t

This book reinvigorated my love for the old leaders (Tallstar, Blackstar, and Leopardstar)

ALSO CINDERPELT MY LOVE

I did like Gremlin’s role as a spy

And I’m glad she found a good home with Petunia and their owner (at least until the dementia set in)

I liked seeing actual strategy in the BloodClan attack

I just wish we’d gotten to see more of Fury

I was a little disappointed that we didn’t get more interaction between Graystripe, Sootpaw, Sorrelpaw, and Rainpaw (especially since this book CONFIRMED that Willowpelt was Graystripe’s mom)

And I wish we’d gotten some kind of mention of Darkstripe

Anyways those are my thoughts on this book

I really liked it

I give it an 8/10 or maybe an 8.5

Not my favorite but still a solid book

Im rereading all the Warriors books in chronological order (I’ve gotten to Spottedleaf’s Heart, which yes, I will be reading)

I’m thinking of posting my thoughts on each book after I read it

Lmk what y’all would think of that

#graystripe’s vow spoilers #graystripe’s vow #graystripe #flipclaw #wc barley #ravenbarley #flipclaw x feather #flipfeather #monkeystar #wc petunia #wc gremlin #stormfur #warrior cats #warriors #wc

[smokahuntis]

Procidens

procidens

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Mentions of death, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Younger!reader!

Summery: poe comes back from a mission realizing the reader of stress, but how stressed will he be when she goes? ( Part 3 to Tolle Fuga)

Chapter One: Depone

Chapter Two: Cantus Avium

It had been two months since (y/n) joined the resistance, Poe had talked her way into becoming secondary commander of his fleets. Tho, Poe trusted her Leia was still searching for a reason to. So anytime Poe went out on a mission with the fleet, Commander Antal stayed on the ground with Leia. The General always kept an eye on the first order Commander, worried of betrayal, or her being a spy. It wasn’t until that day that Leia started to see that (y/n) wasn’t here for the first order. She was here for him.

It had been two days since he was supposed to return and yet there was no word from Poe, or Finn. (Y/n) and BB-8 however had found themselves kms Poe’s quarters, reassuring each other of his return. The young commander found herself wrapped up in one of his blankets looking at the window of his room. She knew she did all she could, sent out signals, more x-wings, anything, she did anything to get even the slightest bit of hope he was ok. She’s given up, and it wasn’t until that door swung open had a smile grazed her face again.

There he was, beaten, bloodied, bruised, but he was here, he was alive. She ran to him hugging him.

“You’re Alive!” She said hugging him. He was taken back, but he hugged her back and kissed her head rubbing her back.

“It took a bit longer then expected...” he said resting his chin on her head, he knew he shouldn’t have left her alone for such a long time, because she’s not used to the base and the people, and they aren’t used to her either. But he had to be on that mission, he had to let her go just this once. “I’m sorry.” He pulled her against him tightly. “I’m sorry.” He smelled like oil and blood, with the faint smell of musk that always lingered around him. It was intoxicating.

“Don’t be sorry, I shouldn’t worry so much.” She said pulling away and looking at him. “Come on you need to go to the med bay.” She said bringing her hand up to wipe blood from his cheek. Taking his hand she walked him to the med Bay and letting him get treated.

“How long has it been since you slept?” Poe asking watching her ask she waited for him. Her eyes were heavy and she kept blinking away sleep. He noticed, he noticed everything, because even with the short time she’s been here, Poe feels like he’s known her a life time.

“I’m fine...” she said looking at him.

“I didn’t ask if you were fine, I asked how long it’s been since you slept.” He reached his hand out pulling to closer to stand next to him as the nurse cleaned up the cut on his other arm.

“Three days...” she said laying her head on his shoulder. “When you did t return I couldn’t sleep, I kept trying to get a signal from you or a sign of you, anywhere, I had to do something...” she stated tiredly as the nurse finished up.

“Well come on, I’m going to shower and I’ll see you in bed okay?” He said raising his eyebrows at her, in which she nodded in return. As he led her out the nurse spoke up, speaking to the general.

“He’s in love with her.” She stayed looking over at Leia.

“Maybe that’s a good thing.” Leia said watching Poe leave with (y/n) “it’ll give him something to fight for.”

“He came back with less injuries this time.” The nurse said, Gaining another response from leia.

“Then it’s working.” She smiled softly.

—

Poe came back from the showers with sweat pants loosely hanging from his waist and his hands rubbing a towel threw his hair as he spoke. “I can’t believe you didn’t sleep till I-“ he was cut off by seeing her, it warmed his heart, it really did. She was already sleep, wrapped up in his blankets sleeping peacefully in his bed. He chuckled at the sight, it left a smile on his face knowing she’ll be okay. She did things to him, things he couldn’t explain. She made him soft, Malleable, happy. She made him happy, she made him feel safe, warm inside, like home.

She was home. She was his home.

When he finished drying his hair and threw the towel onto a table and gently got into bed with her, wrapping his arms around her, causing her to move into his embrace. Feeling her skin against his again felt welcoming. Being able to kiss her head again and know everything is okay, in the small space, in the small comfort of her arms, everything was okay. “Goodnight little bird.” He said letting his lips linger on her forehead, getting a soft groan from her and a quiet ‘Goodnight’ in return.

—

When Poe woke up (y/n) wasn’t wrapped around him like he hoped, instead she was across the room strapping up her all black flight suit. The fixed up flight suit she once wore for the first order, she now wore for the resistance, where the first order emblem once was, now replaced with the fire like symbol of the resistance. It wasn’t until she started putting on her flight harness that he registered what she was doing, and shot up from the bed, startling BB-8.

“Woah, where are you going?” He asked confused and stood up moving over to her. His eyes scanned over his body to make sure he was seeing right. He hands reached out gripping her hands stopping her from strapping the harness.

“Leia believes they are getting close to us, I’m just scoping the place.” She said in a reassuring tone and looked up at him. “I’ll be fine, I promise.” She smiled at him and pulled away finishing her harness and grabbing her helmet.

“Leia is letting you go?” He said furrowing his brows watching her.

“Yea, it’s a shock I know, I’m just excited to get back into the sky.” She claimed smiling.

“No, I’ll go, I don’t want you to get hurt, if they are closing in and see you they’ll kill yo-.” He grabbed her arms but was quickly cut off by her.

“You’re injured.” She stated looking at him.

“I don’t care I don’t want you to-“

“How many times have i shot you out of the sky Poe, you, Poe Dameron. I’ve crashed twice my whole life, I’ll be safe. “ she reached up kissing him gently. “ I promise.” After the kiss she hurried out of the room to the X-wing hangar. Walking in Leia was already waiting for her by one of the X-wing, then helping her in. Just as (y/n) was about to close the x-wing for take off, Poe interrupted.

“She can’t go!” He said, now fully dressed me looking at leia. The general let out a sigh and looked at him.

“I can’t keep her on the ground forever Poe, I’m letting her g-“ Leia was cut off by the sound of an explosion outside, they found us, lucky for them it’s just a fleet.

“Poe I’m going wether you like it or not.” Before he could protest the top to the X-wing closed and she was gone fast. He ran outside watching her seeing the fleet of at least 16. “Leia, were going to need to evacuate, even if I take them all out there’s no guarantee they haven’t already sent a message back to Hux. “ (y/n) said, her voices staticky threw her coms. She flew calmly, like an expert, Poe admired it, he stared in awe actually, but once leia his him in the arm he started helping with the evacuation. Every once in awhile his eyes would be on the sky, watching her take down TIE Fighters.

Evacuation was almost complete, everything was getting settled when he looked up to the sky and didn’t see her, then there she was going after one last TIE, she was close, two close, then it was smoke.

All he could see there was smoke, she was gone.

He felt his heart stop, he felt everything stop. His mouth dropped open as he looked at the sky, it was like everything flashed in front of him.

He came back from a mission, it was his first one since he had brought her back. He found her with Leia, talking about the stars, looking out one of the large windows. She looked so beautiful there, with the light of the stars reflecting off her face, her skin glowing. Her hair was neatly curled and braided away from her face. What he wouldn’t give to run his fingers threw her thick locks, to hold her head in his hands as he stares into his eyes. Leia saw him, and excused herself leaving them alone, but she didn’t look away from the window, she was to caught up with the beauty of space, and he was to caught up with the beauty of her.

He walked over to her quietly. The smell of Hyperspace and oil filled her senses, she turned looking at him and smiled hugging him. He hugged her back and kissed her head. “I was trying to surprise you.” He said looking down at her, pushing loose hair away from her face. He loved her hair, the fish color of it, the smell, how soft it always was. And her eyes, he loved her eyes, how they sparkled and lit up when she looked at him. He ran his fingers threw her loose hair and pulled her into a kiss, it was soft at first, but grew passionate, but ended too soon, but the look in her eyes when she pulled away told him everything he needed to know.

He was on his knees, tears rolled down his face thinking he’d never get to say what he needed to, he’d never get to hold her in his arms again. That was until he saw the X-wing from from the cloud of smoke and back into eyesight. He stood up feeling the blood rush back threw him, feeling hope again. When she landed and hopped out of the x-wing, she barley had enough time to take her helmet off before he had himself wrapped around her tightly.

“I thought I lost you...” he said kissing her head and holding her tightly to him. He pulled away his hands finding her jaw and looking into her eyes as his thumpers ran over her cheeks.

Her skin, it was always so soft, so welcomingly warm.

He leaned down kissing her gently, his hands gripping her face tightly, kissing her like it was the last time.

Her lips, they were always so plump, soft, home... they were home.

“You’ll never loose me, Poe.” She said placing her hands over top his, as she leaned into his touch.

Her voice, the way his name rolled off her tongue, how delicate she spoke, how elegant.

“Don’t do that again...” he pulled her back into a hug and took in her scent.

Her smell, she smelled of the oceans on Yavin 4, with a hint of Coconuts, she was calming.

“You were hurt and it needed to be done, plus I’m the second in command I wasn’t just going to let someone else do It!” She exclaimed looking at him.

Her passion, she was strong willed, it still blows him away that someone as good as her was with the first order for so long.

“(Y/n)...” he sighed out looking at her, pressing his forehead to hers.

Her attitude, it’s something that fueled her, made her who she was, and he loved it.

“No, Poe listen, I’m not going to stand b-“ he cut her off by saying her name one more time, this time his voice was airy. “What...”

Her, she was intoxicating, and he never wanted anyone else this bad, it’s her, it has always been her. Only she could make him this weak in the knees, this vulnerable.

“I love you...” he said his hands slowly moving down her arms, to her hands, interlocking his fingers with hers. “I love you so much and I can’t... I can’t loose you... I just-“ She kissed him gently, but that kiss said everything he wanted to know. He closed his eyes, just taking in the moment.

“I know...” she said looking at him, he chuckled and kissed her forehead.

“Be with me... forever, be with me forever.” He said opening his eyes to look at her.

“Always”

#poe dameron fluff #poe dameron x reader #poe #poe dameron #star wars x reader #star wars #angst #fluff #kylo ren x reader #the mandolorian x reader #the mandolarian #oscar issac

[pastelivy16]

My New Favorite Color (Saeran X MC Female Reader) AU

 Hello, this is my first Mystic Messenger fanfic also Saeran X MC reader .I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing this. 

(F/c) - favorite color

(F/d) - favorite drink

(L/c) - Lip color

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(Y/N) P.O.V

 It was a cool sunny morning, with the clear skies and the cool breeze. I decide to take advantage of today’s weather and go shopping at the outdoor mall. It’s been awhile since I’ve been anywhere for the last 3 months, since I’ve been stuck at home doing online school. On the other hand, I wanted in excuse to wear my causal (F/c) dress. ‘There wasn’t anything special about the dress other then it being my favorite color; it was something I had bought during the summer but never actually had the chance to wear it and kind of forgot about until now.’ And since I didn’t want to waste this perfect weather I stride towards my clothes until I found what I was looking for.

 The mall was hardly crowded despite it being the weekend. It was most likely since it was still morning which it why the atmosphere was quite calm despite the occasional noises from the other shoppers.

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Saeran P.O.V

Loud is the one word that describes the mall. Honestly, I didn’t really want to be here, especially the mall of all places, but because of usually circumstances.

                                     1 hour Earlier  

“God Fucking Damn it!!!!!!” I cursed out loud. Out of all time in the world why now?  I was in the middle of decoding until the damn power went out. I didn’t have a generator in my apartment and the people in charge of the building alert me not to long that power won’t be back until the next hour. So, with no choice I forced myself to go out and to continue my work someplace else. Although I will admit it was a really nice weather today not to hot not to cold it was exactly right. And since I remember that the outdoor mall café has free Wi-Fi. I soon was on way to the location with my laptop and notes.

Back to the present

After ordering my drink and snack I took a seat at the booth since it looks more comfortable. There weren’t that many people here aside from three other group of people talking among themselves. Once I set everything up, I soon became engross into my work. Once I started typing away I didn’t know how long I had been working since the last time I look up from the screen there weren’t that many people and now there was more a lot more people then before.

I brush it off and was about to focus back to work until I heard the sound of the bell, indicating that there’s more people coming in. I look towards the door and saw only one person, but it was a female ‘an extremely cute one that is.’ I noticed she was carrying a few shopping bags with her, but what really caught my eyes was her (f/c) dress which I won’t lie she wore quite well; along with that beautiful smile. Then my eyes land on the curves of her hips as I watch her make her way towards the line of people. I blush as I realize that I’m being a complete pervert checking her out like that. After I calm myself down, I look back towards the girl only for us to make eye contact as she was already looking at me, but what really through me off was that she gave me a smile. But this smile was different from the one she wore when she first enters. I felt my heart skip a beat as I look away from her and continue doing my work that I almost forgot about.

After I was finished, I closed up my laptop and I noticed the girl from, before was still here. She was sitting at the tables by herself reading a book while taking a sipping on her drink. I watch as her (l/c) lips plump together while drinking from her straw. I noticed one of the straps from her dress fell of shoulder; she seems to notice right away and quickly pulls the strap back on.

(Y/n) P.O.V

It was a good idea to do some earlier shopping at the mall since there are barley people here in the mornings. After I was done shopping it was already lunch time and I decide to spoil myself even more by going to my favorite café here. It has been so long since I had (F/d) from there; once I enter inside, I inhale and exhale from the delicious smell that the café had to offer, which brought a smile to my face. As I was walking towards the line, I felt like I was being watch I look around the café until my eyes landed on red hair. Out of all the people in the café he definitely stands out since his hair was almost unnaturally red, but I thought it really suited him. He looks up from his laptop and I noticed that his eye color is a unique shade of blue almost mint color. In other words, I thought he look really handsome, he then looks up from his screen which cause us to make eye direct eye contact. I smiled as I got a good look from his bluish - mint colored eyes; I was going to wave hello but unfortunately, he looks away. ‘Hopefully, I didn’t scare him away.’ I thought to myself. After I order my drink, I took a seat at one of the empty tables and pull out my book I recently bought. I stole a quick glance from the man with the unique hair color and eyes; to see him typing away on his laptop. ‘He looks busy I wonder what kind of work he’s doing?’ I thought to myself. Soon after I myself became engrossed into my new novel.

Saeran P.O.V

Apart of me wanted to go up and talk to her, while another part of me was to nervous to even say a proper greeting. I noticed she was getting up and leaving; I felt a little disappointed that she was leaving already. As she left, I look back to the table she was sitting before and noticed a small book sitting there under the table. It didn’t look like the book she was reading from before this one look smaller. After I grab my bag with my laptop, I walk towards the table she was sitting before and pick up the small notebook. I open to the first page from the notebook, which was handwritten.

This book belongs to (Y/n) (L/n)

‘So that was your name.’ I thought while viewing the bottom which had her phone number and address. I didn’t want to read what she had written inside the other pages since it is invasion of her privacy. ‘Despite what I do for a living.’ I quickly exited the café and started searching the crowed for the girl. ‘She couldn’t have gone far.’

I didn’t know how long I had been searching, since I was getting tried from walking back and forth trying to look for the girl. I decide to take a quick rest in one of the chairs in the middle of mall, before I could go back and try to look for her again. It had been a good three minutes sitting here until I felt someone taking a seat from three cushions away from me. I was about to get up and start looking for her again until (f/c) fabric caught the corner of my eye. I look over at the person sitting three cushions away, and sure enough it was her! ‘I found you!’ She looks like she was looking for something since she was checking all of her bags. I got up from my set and walk over to her.

(Y/n) P.O.V

After leaving the café I decide to walk around a bit more looking at all the new stores I haven’t noticed before. I then realize my purse seem a little lighter since I left the café. I check inside my purse and noticed that my notebook is gone! I check my shopping bags hopefully I accidentally place it in the wrong bag. I took a nearby set in the middle of the mall, continuing to check my other bags but nothing!

I started to panic inside my mind until I felt a presence in front of me. I look up and it was the same man from the café shop.

“Hi um I think this is what you are looking for.” The cute unknown stranger said as he handed me my notebook I was looking for!

“Oh my god, thank you so much!” I said excitedly while attack him in a hug and gave him a kiss on the cheek, after realizing my actions I quicky let go of him and apologizes. “I’m so sorry I got a bit too excited and got carried away! Again, I’m really sorry!” I apologies. ‘Oh My God! That was super embarrassing! Why did I let myself do that?’ I thought panicky.

“It’s fine, just make sure your more careful with your belongings next time.” Saeran said while trying to recover from her expected action by covering his blushing face and his racing heart.

“Once again thank you very much handsome stranger.” I beam at him. I noticed his cheeks under his hands we’re turning even redder than his hair if that was even possible. ‘cute!’ I thought while quickly recovering from my embarrassment.

“Um th-thank you.” ‘God damn it why did I stuttered!’ Saeran thought to himself.

“Hey um I hope this isn’t to forward but I would like to treat you to your favorite place. Considered it as a thank you for returning my notebook back to me, and for pecking your cheek just now.” I chuckle to cover up my own embarrassment earlier.

“Sure, but you really don’t have to go through that trouble, especially with a stranger like me.” Saeran reply thinking this was way too good to be true.

“Correction that’s handsome stranger.” I pointed at him which resulted of him to blush again. “And I’m not doing it because I have to, but because I want to. So, would you please consider it?” I ask.

‘Of course, I said yes I want to know more about her without actually hacking into her background.’ Saeran thought while agreeing to the offer.

“Awesome! Do you want to exchange numbers and plan on the time and where?” I asked the handsome stranger.

After exchanging numbers, I noticed the name he put under his contacts.

“Unknown? Are you really not going to give me your real name?” I chuckled.

“Don’t worry you’ll know my real name soon.” The handsome stranger said, while smiling for the first time in their conversation.

“Ok Mr. Unknown.” I chuckled. “I have to go but I’ll text you later on today.” I waved before making my way towards the exited.

As I left the mall, I felt like I had forced a stranger to go out on a date with me, even though I wasn’t actually a date we’re planning for. Although that wouldn’t be so bad since he seems really shy and decent. Not to mention very handsome with adorable actions. Hopefully, I wasn’t to forward with him. I thought to myself.

 Saeran P.O.V

I watch the ruffles from the bottom of her dress sway as she exited the mall. I didn’t want her to leave but I remind myself that she gave me her number. I chuckle to myself since I had already memorized from memory. I soon exited the mall towards the parking lot to find my car.

“I can’t wait to hear from you soon (Y/n).” I said while talking to myself.

‘(F/c) just became my new favorite color.’ I thought to myself while starting the car engine.

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Hi I hope you enjoy reading my first Mystic Messenger fanfiction. I’ve been thinking of writing a sequel to this one and let me know if you do too! 

Sincerely,  

PastelIvy16 ^ _ ^

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[whattodowithace]

Save Our Souls (Byeongkwan)

Title: Save our Souls

Paring: Byeongkwan (Ace) x Reader

Genre: Spice/superpower AU

Word count: 2618

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

My soul is sold to a demon: no, no, not a literal demon. Rather, a villain. There’s no such thing though, right? Superheroes and villains. That’s what you believed in when you were a kid. That used to be me too. But that’s not how I feel anymore. I don’t know if I believe in a hero, but I believe in villains. Because I grew up with one.

Have you ever watched those movies where the girl has a cute next door neighbor and they fall in love and live happily ever after? Yeah, well, that’s not how me and my neighbor turned out.

Kim Byeongkwan was a quiet boy. Him and his parents moved next door to us when I was in sixth grade. He was shy, and sweet. I had a bit of a crush on him in eighth grade, I will admit. But that soon passed when my parents started inviting him over for dinner sometimes.

His parents were workaholics and he was always stuck at him alone. So my parents would invite him over for dinner, my mom would ask him a million questions. All to which, he would give one word answers or none at all.

After dinner, me and him would sit on the couch together and watch a movie or play a video game. Needless to say, my crush on Byeongkwan faded when I realized we didn’t have much in common.

Then, we grew up. We remained neighbors. He went to the same school as me, but that was all. My life continued on like normal. Then we graduated High School. Byeongkwan’s parents left for overseas work, leaving their son in the old house rent free for who knows how long. While I moved and got my own apartment a few miles away closer to the city of Chicago.

I changed jobs a few times but I was settled in my new job as a teller at a bank. A modest job, I know. I could have gone to collage but didn’t much feel like being weighed down with debt. And I liked my job. I had good friends. My life was good.

Until one night I was awakened to the sound of fists banging on my front door frantically. I sat upright in bed and went to look out the peephole of my door.

I saw a man with battered clothing, his body scratched and bruised and covered in blood. He was barley standing, a pained look on his face. Byeongkwan.

I open my door and Byeongkwan’s eyes lock mine before he crawls inside and lays down on my living room floor, his body shaking and convulsing horribly.

“Byeongkwan, let me call an ambulance” I say, wiping away his sweat drenched hair from his forehead.

Byeongkwan grabs my wrist, stopping me. “Please.” He chokes out, “Don’t. I came to you because you’re the only person I felt I could trust.”

He lays his head back against the carpet as another severe shaking fit takes over his body. His blood soaking my carpet. The veins in his neck popping from his neck as he gritted his teeth against the pain.

I stare down at him, worry filling my chest. Unsure what to do. “What happened to you?” I mumble as I rest my hand on his chest. His skin burning hot.

Then, he stops moving. His entire body relaxes as he eyes close. I freeze, thinking he’s dead. I’m about to call an ambulance anyway when a green light glows through his veins. His entire body lit with the green light. Slowly the light fades, leaving the room dark as my heart thuds against my ribs.  I stare at him, eyes wide. His eyes open suddenly and i back away from him. Suddenly nervous.

Byeongkwan’s eyes are a light, glowing shade of green. His irises look like cat eyes as they lock onto me. Byeongkwan sits up quickly, running a hand through his black sweaty hair.

“Byeongkwan,” I whisper, his eyes darting all over my apartment. “Are you okay?”

Byeongkwan’s eyes meet mine, and a feeling of true fear washes over me. I knew then, before he even spoke to me, he had changed.

“I’m just fine, baby.” He says coolly. A smirk on his lips.

~~~~

That was six months ago. Come to find out, Byeongkwan had been walking home from work one night and a nearby power plant thats on our neighborhood road exploded. Byeongkwan happened to be walking past at that time and the electricity hit his body dead on.

He should have died. Actually, he did die. Until a powerful force entered his body, taking in his weak state and giving him powers. This is what Byeongkwan told me when I asked how he got these sudden powers.

The powers I’m referring to? Teleportation and shapeshifting. But he was also given superhuman strength and an increased  IQ.

But this force giving him these powers, is evil. Slowly the Byeongkwan I grew up with changed. He became more devious, harder to handle. And now, he’s blackmailing me to keep his secret. All the while he steals and commits crime without ever getting caught. The police never even know who did it. Because he can shed his skin like a snake and slither into the night.

Here’s the thing; I’m not a killer. I can’t just turn him in. People with superpowers down live in Chicago or anywhere else in the world. They aren’t real! (This is what I try to reassure myself)

But if I turn him in, he’ll be a lab rat. A subject to thousands of tests for the rest of his life or until they decide he’s more useful dead than alive.

Even if I turn him in, he’s too fast. They will never find him or catch him. And if tell, he can have my family killed in an instant. And I can’t kill myself. I tried that. He found me and caught me before I could jump.

Understand this isn’t sweet Byeongkwan that I grew up with. This is so much different. This Byeongkwan will threaten to kill and you will believe him. Because he flashes you his Cheshire Cat grin that sends chills down your spine and you become afraid. And you believe him.

And this Byeongkwan has entrusted me with known his new found power. So my soul, in a way, is sold to this man. Because for the safety of the human race and my family I cannot tell another living soul who he is or what he is capable of. My devil who I’ve sold my soul to.

But he’s also a guarding angel. Because of his power he can teleport extremely fast. He can be in Jamaica one minute and be by my side the next. This serves him well because I never truly leave his sight. He proved his point when I was leaving work one late night, the streets empty and dark. A few teenagers grabbed me and pulled me into an alleyway, thinking they could have some fun.

Then, there was Byeongkwan. His jaw set and his hands in fists. He beat the teens so badly they could only lay on the pavement and moan. The next minute, Byeongkwan had me in his arms and we were inside my apartment. Safe and sound.

The scary thing; when Byeongkwan was beating those teens, I saw a glint in his eyes. A strange look as if he enjoyed what he was doing. And I don’t think he would have stopped had I not told him to.

He’s my demon on one shoulder. But an angel on the other.

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Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night with a gut feeling something is wrong? It’s like when you wake up and stare at your desk chair a little too long because your brain is convinced there’s someone sitting in it.

This is the feeling I wake up to. My back is drenched in sweat causing my shirt to stick to my skin. My eyes search my room for the cause of my anxiety.

My balcony window is open, cold Chicago air blowing in, making my currents flap in the breeze. I feel a chill go down my spine when my eyes lock on a pair of bright green eyes in the corner of my room.

“Hi, baby.” Byeongkwan gloats, his voice deep.

I lay back against the pillow. Knowing what he was going to ask next. Every month, Byeongkwan would stop in like this. And he would ask one question, and it was always the same question.

“You haven’t told anyone, right?” He asks as he stand up to full height.

I sigh and press my palms against my eyes. “No. For the millionth time, no.”

Byeongkwan smirks against the moon light, watching me laid out in bed. I let out a gasp when his body weight is suddenly on me, his legs straddling my waist.

“What are you-“ I begin to protest, but Byeongkwan puts a finger to my lips, his face inches from mine.

I watch as his glowing green cat eyes lose their glow, his old eye color returning.

“You’re so good at keeping secrets.” He whispers. His finger trailing down my neck and even further down my chest. The sensation sent a chill up my spine, but at the same time I couldn’t seem to will myself to make him stop.

Byeongkwan smirks at me widely, leaning his head down to my neck before whispering, “Keep up this good behavior and I’ll reward you.”

And then he’s gone. His body vanishes and the only thing I have to prove he was there was the lingering feeling of his smooth skin against mine. My face flushes at his words; my mind spinning with what they could possibly mean.

~~~~~~~

I lay on the couch after a long day at work, my eyes closing from drowsiness. I hadn’t seen Byeongkwan for two months now. I was beginning to think maybe he had left. Maybe I actually had my life back.

I sigh at the thought, hoping that was indeed the case. I lean my head against the plush pillows and feel myself drift off to sleep to peaceful dreams with the TV still on.

At some point, I turn over, my arm going beneath my head. It registers with me that my couch feels surprisingly cold and hard.

I feel a gust of wind run along my neck, blowing my hair onto my face. My eyes come open and I sit up quickly. I’m not home anymore. And I know instantly who moved me without me ever knowing. I’m lying on a concrete floor of a renovated building. With the way the wind is blowing I know I’m on the top floor.

The walls of the building are only boards, a shadow of walls that aren’t yet complete. Plastic wrap hands from the ceiling and flaps in the breeze, casting ghost like shadows across the dark building.

I stand up and wipe my sweaty palms on my pants, my heart in my throat. Then, from the wall in front of me, a portal like hole opens up, it’s smoke like appearance twists and turns like a raging thunder storm.

Byeongkwan steps out from the portal, a smirk on his lips, his green eyes boring through mine. He wears a long black trench coat with a white button down shirt underneath it. His hair is slicked back and several rings encase his fingers. I can tell instantly all of them are expensive, but stolen.

“Hello, darling.” Byeongkwan greets, his voice sweet but his smile sinister.

I let out a shaky breath, “Byeongkwan, what do you want?” I ask, trying to keep the shake out of my voice.

Byeongkwan walks slowly over to me, his boots clicking on the concrete floor as he walks.

“I have a confession to make.” He says, his voice deep and his eyes roaming over me.

“Are you actually going to come clean?” I ask, sarcasm lacing my words.

Byeongkwan stops inches in front of me, his green cat eyes searching my face, making me swallow nervously.

“No... but I realized something that I think is important to get out.” He says, stepping a bit closer to me, making my breath hitch.

Byeongkwan leans his head down, his warm breath fanning across my cold cheeks. “I’m of the belief that you’ve bewitched me.” He whispers in my ear.

My eyes widen and I feel my body freeze. Words refusing to leave my throat.

Byeongkwan sees me struggling and chuckles. “Didn’t you know, baby?” Byeongkwan asks, his smirk widening. “I’ve actually had a crush on you since we were young. But the shy me that came to your house was never going to admit that. But now, things are different.”

Byeongkwan wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close to him, my body flush against his.

A black portal opens up behind him and he pulls us inside. When I open my eyes again we’re back at my place. I lay on my couch like I’ve never left, but Byeongkwan hovers over me, his body weight on mine.

Byeongkwan runs his tongue over his teeth as he stares down at me. A chill going down my spine, but a feeling of desire washing over me as I stare into his powerful green eyes.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Byeongkwan whispers deeply. His hands finding mine as they take my wrists and pin them above my head, making me squeak involuntary.

His nose runs along mine, causing me to lose my breath, his hips pressing against me and pushing me harder into the couch. Byeongkwan runs his nose down my neck, causing goosebumps to rise.

Byeongkwan lets out a breath against my neck, hot air brushing against my skin. His lips meet mine and I feel my eyes close, a feeling of surrender going through me. Not because Byeongkwan is a villain in this world and I’m powerless against  him.  But because I want to surrender to him to see how far this goes.

Byeongkwan lets out a moan against my mouth, his tongue sliding into my mouth before his teeth gently take my tongue and bite it.

Byeongkwan pulls away and bites my jawline, making my back arch involuntarily.

“If I have it my way baby,” Byeongkwan whispers between kisses and breaths, “I will have you moaning my name.”

“Do you always get what you want?” I ask, my breath coming in too fast. My head spinning.

Byeongkwan meets my eyes, his hands leaving my waist to wrap around my waist, my hands going to his toned chest.

“Not always.” Byeongkwan answers as his tongue flicks at my ear. “But this is the only thing that really matters to me.”

I take his face in my hands, my thumbs running across his cheeks, his eyes staring into mine. For the first time in months I feel like I’m not scared of this devil that possessed my life. Rather, I felt drawn to him. Like a forbidden love that was irresistible.

I lean in to kiss his lips but I feel his body slip away from me. He stands in the kitchen doorway, the moonlight from my window highlighting his dark skin.

He must see the let down in my eyes because he smirks at the look in my eyes, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be coming back for you to finish this later.”

He says, before he vanished. Disappearing through the smoke like portal.

My devil with green eyes possessed me. And now I feel like my life is really going to change.

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[shaydeoffical]

If the World was Ending. Denki x Reader

Summary: You and Denki dated for two years before his chaotic work week got between you. The final straw was when he missed your sister’s wedding and you didn’t have a partner to walk you down the aisle. Denki was working himself to the bone, and being reckless. You split before you get the chance to see him run himself into the ground. But when the earth begins to shake, there’s only one person you want more than anyone else.  

Words: 2K 

If the World Was Ending

   It was three in the morning when the earthquakes started. My power went out, my fish tank shattered, and my bed rattled. Hurrying, I blindly scoped Bubbles up from the floor and put him into the cup of water on my bedside table. My bookshelf hit the floor barley missing my toes. Grasping my glasses, and dodging the frame that fell from above my bed, I fell reaching for my desk.

   Before I could hide under a table, it was over. Glass was embedded in my foot, blood trailed through the carpet. "What the hell just-"I  sprang up, wincing before sinking into the bed. Pushing my hair back, securing Bubbles in my dresser drawer in a bundle of clothes, I just took a deep breath.

   I hoped he was safe.

   Hand hoovering my phone, the screen had yet to light up. Still, I pulled up the blank contact, wondering if I should try it. Surely, I was blocked…its not like we ended on bad terms, but it wasn't right to get in his way now.

   Another rumble shook my cottage, my thumb pressing the contact before dropping my phone altogether. "Shi- shit." Leaving my phone, I dashed under my desk and waited for it to end. Tears welled in my eyes, and I counted backward from one hundred. Before I got to seventy, it was over.

   This time, I went to look out my bedroom window. The city was in flames. There was a distant glow of emergency services and smoke raising. Was Kami okay? "Denki."

   My phone had gone straight to voicemail. I ended the memo and tried to turn on my data to see what the news was saying. Nothing, so the cell towers were down. It was pointless to call him dumb even. He had nothing left for me, and I had nothing for him.  

   "Stupid stupid stupid." I limped into the kitchen, pulling out my flashlights, and getting a basin of water. Slowly I began to pluck the glass from my heel. I hoped he was home, tucked away for the night. Maybe, he slept right through it and would wake up just fine. Better yet, perhaps he was away for work and had no clue any of this was happening.    

More rumbles and my tiny chandelier was swinging wildly. My dirty water sloshing into the floor, and spreading to the living room. This time I hid under the archway and waited it out. My stomach churned with knots, light-headed, and tired. Today was going to be over soon enough… My knees gave up under me, one of my cabinets bursting open, and the china splattering all over the floor.

   "Denki," I whispered, gripping handfuls of plush carpet and crying. Nothing was the same, we ended on good terms. He was to busy with work, and I wasn't ready to commit. That doesn't mean he wouldn't come to me. Did he have this calling in his chest? The unmistakable rumble in my soul, longing for his embrace.    

   Pressing the am setting on the radio, I slid the seat back and covered my head. There was no static, no alarms or warning.

   My finger wavered over his contact, the one I swore I'd delete last year. The one with a blank profile picture and a fake name. Still, I only hoovered, the trembling was inching me closer to knowing the truth. Was I blocked? Did he even have my number in his phone? Was he on a date or running home? He such a flirt there was no way he'd be at home on a Saturday.

   Clawing at my chest, I braced with the other hand. I wanted him, needed him. For all, I knew he was in the arms of another, but I needed him. I had to move.

   Once the shaking was over, I put my shoes limping over the debris and slinging open my front door. A hand brought down on my nose in a 'knocking' motion. "Oh shit," he yelled, pulling me into his arms, pushing my hand from my nose and examining it. Bright yellow eyes peering into me. I could never forget that hue or the way they looked straight through me. "I was just paroling the area, and-"

   "You didn't get my call?" He nursed my face, rubbing his finger over the bridge of my nose, cooing.

   "You still have my number?" he smiled, pushing the hair from my eyes.

   "Hu," I pulled back, the earth erupting again. Denki shoved me against his chest and covered my head, standing under the doorway.

   "Hold tight Kitty," he purred in my ear. Sensations that I thought were dead bloomed within my stomach. The familiar scent of old spice and hair gel, creating an oldy calming fog around me.

   I wound my first in his button-up, burying my head in chest. The tv hit the floor behind me, and the coo-coo clock toppled over screaming.        

        Flinching as a coil hit my ankle, Denki squished me deeper under his chest. "I needed you. I just didn't think you'd come," I wept, the termer ending, but Denki's hold staying strong. "I want you. I always want you when I'm scared."

   "So many times, I've thought about coming by. I just knew if the world was ending, I wanted to be beside you." Slowly I looked up, our lips inching closer. "Do you want to?"

   Meeting him in the middle, our lips meet in quick peeks. It was slow, till he bites the bottom of my lip. Grasing my thigh, he pulled my leg onto his hip, pinning me against the door frame. Moving down my throat, leaving little kisses and peaks. "Chargebolt," I let out his hero name in a moan, his ultimate trigger.  As if a year hadn't passed, he picked me up, danced over the ruins, and straight to my bedroom.

   "I missed you," I gasped, fiddling with the top buttons of his shirt. He slipped it past his shoulders and exposed his stomach. There was a new scar, bubbled up but faded. His eyes followed mine, and he softened, covering his skin. His gaze going to the door, lip sucked in.  

   "It's nothing, (Y/n)." He started to put his shirt back on, and I grabbed the sides of the shirt. "Kitten," he pleased for me to let it go.

   "You don't have to hide from me." Moving his hands aside, I rubbed the area in the dark. The wound was just under his ribs and ran diagonally to his pelvis. He was watching my every move, shivering while my fingers traced around the once life-threatening injury. Knowing I could have lost him forever, I kissed the mark. "Im sorry for- uh." Denki was on top of me like a fly on sugar, caging me. The house shifting and popping with each quake. "Are we going to die?" I gripped to his shirt with one hand and covered his head with the other. He was alive, and here, and I was going to lose him.

   "No, Kitty, we're fine." He nibbled along my neck, distracting me as the episode started and stopped. Another round hit directly after and I wondered if the world was ending. "It's okay, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, baby." His voice didn't crack with any hint of fear. But his love bites were too straight for me to believe he was okay. He was usually a passionate, albeit sloppy, lover. If there was one thing I understood, it was that Denki Kaminair was worried...and still cared about me.

   My breath hitched in my throat. Could he really just stay? "Denki, I don't want to ever say goodbye again." I dug my nails through his hair, not believing that he was really here. That after all this time, he was holding me, protecting me, as if everything had changed and nothing at the same time. As if we were where we needed to be before we ultimately died.

   "You don't have to. Never again." The quake stopped. Denki lowered himself down, our lips latching in a slow kiss. His hands wound under my back, and he pulled us into a sitting position. I straddled his lap, hands around his neck, and his around my waist, sliding up my spine.

   "Do you mean it?" I asked as he trailed kissed down my collar bone, nipping and sucking in an erratic pattern. "Or do you just wanna?"

   "There hasn't been a day you haven't crossed my mind." He just gawked. It wasn't his typical lusty gaze with a smirk, but a soft longing. Lips parted with the smallest smile, brows raised in awe and gaze unwavering. Even his hands had yet to grab a handful of my ass. He was calculated, desperate, yet so afraid. This side of Denki is one I never saw in the two years we dated. "I still love you. There are just a few things I needed to learn to love you the way you deserved. When I alost lost my life, I realized I wanted to be a hero to the world, but more than that- I wanted to give my life to you. You were more than those long hours. There are so many heroes in the world, but I was yours- and I didn't show up when you needed me. That's never going to happen again."

   "Denki." I chewed my lower lip, his thumb pulling it from my teeth and brushing my cheek.

   "Don't cry, Kitty." He pressed our forehead together, tears streaming down his own face. "When you cry, I do."

   "You're such a goofball." I chuckled bursting into tears. "I missed you so bad." I kissed circles around his lips, then pecked them a few times. "I still love you too. Don't think that I want to stop you from being a hero. There's just one person in this world that I can't live without. Denki, I just want to see you more than twice a week." I admitted, leaving myself open to the pain, to him possible breaking my heart. He could up and leave when the quakes stop, or before I wake up. It was uncertain, but-

   "(Y/n), stop whatever you are thinking. I know that look, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not the same man who forgot missed your first surgery, or your sister's wedding." He pushed me back into bed, laying onto of me. Threading our hands together and slipping to the side, pushing me flush against him. "I didn't come over here because I was going to leave today, or ever. Well, if you told me too, I would have. I just realized what was important a few months ago, and after the shake, I knew I couldn't wait for a minute longer. I couldn't stop thinking about you about us. There's no natural disaster on earth that could keep me from you. Not now, not ever. If the world was ending, I'd still be right here Kitty."  

   "But you left before," I whispered, hiding my head in his chest to avoid any hurt his face could show. "And I didn't chase you. What about that? What does that say about me?"

   "That's never going to happen again. You shouldn't have had to run for me." Our fingers flexed, and he freed one hand, cupping my cheek. "I love you."

   Another tremor rocked our world, this one was shorter, but Denki still covered my head. The house settled once again; this time, there wasn't a loud clatter or splash. This time the world was quiet spare for the thumping in my ears, the blood working its up my face and into my head. I missed this feeling. "Hold me till tomorrow?" I asked, grabbing his collar and flipping him beside me.

   "I'll hold you forever." I snuggled into his chest, his lips connecting with my forehead. Our arms tangled around each other, and Denki's upper hand resting just across my hip. His slid hand under my shirt, rubbing images on my back. Spelling out the word love over and over again. Feeling brave, I wrapped my legs against his and rubbed his ankle with my toes.

   "I'm glad you came back." I yawned, kissing him before flopping my head against the pillow.  

   "I hope you feel the same way when you wake up." Denki giggled, opening my nightstand to put away his google. "Why is the fish in the draw?"

#denki #bnha #mha #my hero academia #reader #hurt comfort #pining #denki x reader #natural disasters #denki kaminari #ambershaydeoffical #one shot #cuddling #happy ending #injury #making out #pro hero chargebolt #pro hero Denki #pro her #bnha x reader

[shalebridge-cradle]

Bisclavret Round-Up

Unholy took about three months to write. Fairy Tale took five. Hindsight took six.

Bisclavret took nineteen, and that should be the biggest indicator to you that I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.

This was my first venture into another fandom, and out of my comfort zone (though not entirely – supernatural elements for life). I’m not sure whether or not I did the source material and its characters justice, however, especially with the supernatural element I went with (Wolves are believed to have gone extinct in England in the late fifteenth or early sixteenth century), but I will try to explain my reasoning behind some of my decisions here.

The Characters

My main concern.

We get a good view of Monty’s thought process throughout the show, through the framing device of writing his memoirs and views of his private affairs. Phoebe and Sibella, on the other hand, are characters we don’t get much of in the way of examination – we only see them through Monty’s eyes until the very end, where they reveal themselves as more than that.

Sibella is a bit self-centred, and extremely practical when it comes to how she sees her place in society, which implies some self-confidence issues. Phoebe is more idealistic, and independent, but still hopes for a match fit for a storybook. But, towards the end, Sibella demonstrates she is more than a vain god-digger, afraid of losing the man she loves and willing to potentially compromise her image to save him, while Phoebe shows that she is not nearly as innocent or naive as the people around her consider her to be.

I interpreted the two women’s characterisations as thus; Sibella believes she is bound by society’s view of her. Phoebe does not. This, I believed, needed to be the focus.

Which is where we introduce…

The Whole Werewolf Thing

“[Post-modern Gothic] warns us to be suspicious of monster hunters, monster makers, and above all, discourses invested in purity and innocence. The monster always represents the disruption of categories, the destruction of boundaries, and the presence of impurities and so we need monsters and we need to recognize and celebrate our own monstrosities.”  - J Halberstam, Skin Shows: Gothic Horror and the Technology of Monsters

I gave a number of possible causes of the D’Ysquith ‘family curse’, if it is one – the actions of the first countess, Gregory D’Ysquith burning down a monastery (divine punishment is a possible cause), but I never gave a specific answer. I think I might be operating on the logic of the original Bisclavret – it’s irrelevant.

The reason there isn’t is because I intended it as a metaphor – which I think I’ve made clear with my chapter updates here (though you don’t have to read it that way, Death of the Author and all that), but I never quite decided and what it was a metaphor for. In terms of this particular narrative, it can be read as a metaphor for feminism, and/or a metaphor for same-sex attraction.

Feminism

Edwardian Era England, where A Gentleman’s Guide takes place, is not overly-represented in fiction. Not surprising, considering it’s a pretty short time period between the surprisingly long Victorian era and the world-changing events of World War One. However, when you think of that time period, a certain group tends to come to mind – the suffragettes.

(Just a note. Agatha D’Ascoyne, the character from Kind Hearts and Coronets who inspired Hyacinth D’Ysquith in the musical, was a suffragette. She has no lines, apart from “Shush!” – Deeds, Not Words.)

We know what these people wanted – Votes for Women. They were not prepared to wait for society to change to get it, and when peaceful protest was ignored, they began to act out. They refused to fit into their role of quiet, demure, loyal wives, and for some groups, this was seen as threatening. Anti-suffragette cartoons of the time often depicted these women as old, ugly and/or selfish for wanting similar rights to men instead of accepting their place as a ‘lesser being’.

The point I am trying to make is, being in defiance of the role you are expected to play – which Sibella is afraid to show – was seen by many to be ugly. Beastly.

Phoebe runs Henry’s country estate for him. Phoebe flaunts societal expectations by proposing to Monty, instead of waiting for him to propose, the ‘proper’ way to do things. While she is feminine, she does not fit the idea of what a woman ‘should be’.

Sibella makes a point to meet her obligations as a wife, though she does surreptitiously carry on an affair. She sacrifices her own happiness to get what she wants in a socially acceptable way. She has no intention of leaving Lionel in the source material, but she convinces herself that a rich, good-looking, polite man – what society thinks of as the ideal male – is what she wants, and realises on her wedding day that it isn’t.

And goes through with it anyway.

When she can no longer fit that mould, when she refuses to go along with Lionel’s plan to leech off the countess, when she undermines and argues with her husband, that’s when things start happening. Indeed, her ‘beastly’ outbursts manifest as standing up for herself. She ends the story as a much happier and self-assured person than she was at the beginning, and attempts to bring justice to other women.

Same-Sex Attraction

This is a bit more straightforward. We’re coming right off the back of the Victorian era here, where Oscar Wilde and others like him got their lives ruined. Same-sex relationships aren’t viewed in a positive light at all at this time – you like the same gender? Off to prison with you, deviant!

As people that were (and often still are) villainised, misunderstood and attacked for the crime of existing, some members of the LGBT community reclaim monsters such as vampires, werewolves and the Babadook as their own as a means of subverting their image in a heteronormative society. Being ‘monstrous’ is not bad. Being different is fine. You may feel malformed and wrong, but you are not. You and your quirks are accepted.

For some, the ones to fear are those who appear in the daylight.

Sibella, for all her talk of being a monster, only fights back when threatened. Morton has a heart attack when put in the position of his victims, subverting the formula he’s used to. Lionel, fearing that Sibella will leave him and damage his image, resorts to violence against Sibella and several other women he sees as substitutes for her. Mary attempts to murder Sibella for getting in the way of a monogamous man-woman relationship. In her eyes, Sibella is an irredeemable villain, but Phoebe can be ‘fixed’.

If you want to look deeper into this link between horror and the LGBT community, here’s a video essay discussing gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender representation in horror films.

There are only a few non-metaphorical references to werewolves. The wolf head in Eugenia’s dower house is a family member – as previously mentioned, wolves went extinct in England during the reign of Henry VII. St Hubert’s Key is a charm that more often than not looks like a nail, and was supposed to be able to rid the body of disease caused by a dog or wolf bite. There is some science behind this – the metal was heated before being pressed to the wound, and, if the subject was at risk of contracting rabies from the injury, the heat would likely sterilise and cauterise the potential infection site.

Not the First Murder-y Heir

There are a couple of characters named or directly taken from Israel Rank – Autobiography of a Criminal, the inspiration for Kind Hearts and Coronets and A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder. I’ve compared these works before, so I’ll just go over those that appear here.

Esther (Lane) – The third object of Israel Rank’s affections, and a governess. Knows more than she’s letting on in Israel Rank, and in this story as well.

James “Jim” Morton – Appears for about a page to explain Israel’s disillusionment with the ideal male – while Morton seems great to some, he really isn’t. Since Jim only appears as a child in the book, his characterisation here is drastically different.

Lord and Lady Pebworth – Almost directly lifted from the book, with Lady Pebworth being a bad singer and Lord Pebworth an older gentleman who lets his wife get away with a lot. The difference here is that Israel introduces the Hollands to the Pebworths, while the Pebworths are hoping the Hollands introduce them to Lord and Lady Navarro.

Sir Anthony Cross – Quiet, very well-off, slightly older gentleman who is quite taken by Sibella, but it doesn’t go anywhere. Acquaintance of the Pebworths. Pretty much the same guy.

Ethel D’Ysquith (Gascoyne) – An ancestor Israel is quite taken with, not only due to the resemblance between the two. He’s made the 3rd Earl of Highhurst because I didn’t feel like making an imaginary preceding title (Monty is only the 9th Earl, while the 10th Earl Gascoyne is about five generations before Israel – Ethel was the 6th Earl) and the 2nd Earl, Roland, had already been named in the musical. Phoebe’s description of him is meant to heavily imply he was also a werewolf. If I had read the book before fleshing out the D’Ysquith family tree, he would have taken the role that the first countess plays in the narrative’s events (Ethel Gascoyne hid in a tower with an Italian magician for 20 years).

Kate Falconer – The character who would later be known as ‘Boat Girl’ in Kind Hearts and Coronets and Evangeline Barley in A Gentleman’s Guide. Her great crime is to go on holiday with her boyfriend, and gets poisoned for her troubles. She survives here, and I used her to try a formatting technique (while she speaks, none of her dialogue is in quotes: in a way, she is voiceless).

(Sir) Cheveley Drummond, (Lady) Enid Branksome, and Catherine Goodsall – only mentioned briefly. Drummond is described as handsome and ‘interesting’ by Israel, Lady Enid is a young woman from a penniless but aristocratic family, and Catherine Goodsall in an actress whose abusive husband was beaten so badly by a Gascoyne he joined the navy and never came back to land.

In addition, Lionel’s later characterisation comes directly from Kind Hearts and Coronets, since he gets  almost none in the musical. His breakdown in Chapter 11 follows his emotional journey when asking for a loan – affability, begging, threatening suicide, insults and physical violence.

Literary References:

Not always relevant, but there is a wide enough variety that I’m collecting them.

Every chapter title, and the tagline of the work, comes from Manners and Social Usages by Mary Elizabeth (Mrs. John) Sherwood. It’s a bit out of date by the time of this story (written in 1884), but Sherwood does have some great phrases in her etiquette handbook.

Ruddigore is mentioned in chapter 2, only because it is a musical theatre production (opera) where ancestors play a role and family expectations are subverted.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Hamlet. It’s Hamlet.

When in the chronicle of wasted time, I see descriptions of the fairest wights, and beauty making beautiful old rhyme in praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights...  Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Number 106.

I desire, and I crave… Fragment from Sappho’s poetry.

The countess closes her book; something by a George Reynolds. George W. M. Reynolds wrote Wagner the Wher-Wolf (with that spelling) in 1857.

I met a lady in the meads, full beautiful, a faery’s child: Her hair was long, her foot was light, and her eyes were wild. La Belle Dame sans Merci (The beautiful lady without mercy) by John Keats.

Sibella also briefly mentions Algernon Blackwood, a supernatural fiction writer who wrote a short story about a werewolf (portrayed quite differently here) that a character in 1909 could have possibly read (the story was first published in 1908).

In addition, the whole story is named after a very early depiction of a sympathetic werewolf, Bisclavret by Marie de France (and the most direct I think I’ve ever been with a title). It depicts, naturally, a werewolf (who is also a knight, because not being human doesn’t disqualify you from doing that – cutting social commentary for the 12th century) who is trapped in his wolf form after being tricked by his wife and her lover. Through chivalric behaviour to the king on a hunt, he works himself back into the royal court and, when his former wife pays a visit, bites off her nose. The king thinks the sudden aggressive behaviour from his pet prompts further investigation, the wife reveals all, and the knight is restored to human form. Also, all of the wife’s children are born without noses from then on. Lionel getting his nose bitten off is a reference to this poem.

Uncategorised Trivia

This work was written with the UK spellings of certain words, because it takes place in England. Previous works all took place in the US, and so used US spelling.

Les Patineurs Valse is French for The Skater’s Waltz. Reference to Asquith Jr. and Evangeline Barley.

All of the racehorse names Sibella finds are either variations, anagrams or synonyms of actual racehorses in the Victorian and Edwardian eras. Sir Hugh is Sir Huon, Gil Owen is Neil Gow, Irish Lass is Irish Lad, Supervision is Oversight and Pinnacle is Meridian.

Lionel was right to be concerned about Phoebe’s flower arrangement. Red begonias represent love, lavender-coloured heathers represent admiration and loneliness (and are a reference to another fandom I write for), tuberoses are symbolic of wild or forbidden passion (and was commonly used as a funeral flower), and verbena is reference to romance and sweet memories. The dead foliage is meant to mean sadness. Overall, the intended meaning is I miss you, my love.

#the cradle will write #bisclavret:work

[yeeter-parkor]

The revolution of FRIDAY, and a clash of interests

FRIDAY has her own ideas... and she’s salty. 

Read it on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21726712

summery:  Tony would die to keep Peter safe. Peter has a problem with that, and FRIDAY takes sides.

Tony shifted in the hospital bed, wincing as the sheets grazed somewhere on his chest that ached and, oh, looks at that! Giant bullet wound, cool. To be honest, he wasn’t even all that surprised about it, he had gone into the base with no suit or means to call for backup knowing they were armed to the teeth, to be completely fair, he had only half expected to wake up at all. He turned his head and almost jumped out of the bed (Not that he could, because oh hey, look at that, his legs broken.) because on the ceiling in the corner of the room, Peter was asleep, clearly having been huddled in the corner for quite a while if his wrinkled clothing was any indication. He coughed wincing when he felt his ribs ached in protest immediately. He startled when he heard a thud from the side of the room, and laughed when Peter’s disgruntled head popped up from the corner.

“Mr. ‘Ark?” Peter mumbled, rubbing his eye with his shirt sleeve, causing him to laugh and then wince. “Mr. Stark! You’re awake!” The teen exclaimed, jumping up to hug his, pulling back at the last second to spare his ribs.

“Hey, Pete.” He rasped, patting the teens back.

“I’m glad you’re not dead,” Peter said, slightly shakily.

“Yeah, me too.”

That had been two weeks ago, Tony later found out that he had been out for a week before he woke up, and according to Natasha, who had been keeping tabs on Peter for him, claimed he hadn’t left the corner since Tony had been brought in except to use the bathroom. They had barely been able to convince him to eat apparently, and even then, he had remained upside down. He glanced curiously at the teen, who had since returned to ground level, and was now laying across the couch doing what looked like math homework.

“Mr. Stark, can you check my work?” Peter asked, thrusting his notebook under the mechanic’s nose between his eyes and his phone. Snickering he looked it over.

“X=1/Ga2+2abG+ab2-1. Looks right to me.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark!” Peter said, bouncing up, probably to the kitchen.

“Hey Peter, why was it you stayed upside down that whole week?” Tony asked before he could stop himself. The superhero froze, turning back to him.

“I um, I was worried.” Peter supplied.

“I got that bit Peter, what does that have to do with you staying on the ceiling,” Tony questioned.

“Well, I gotta go, places to swing, homework to do. Bye, Mr. Stark!” Peter yelled, before quite literally throwing himself out the window. On the 57th floor.

“Peter Parker get back here! Peter!” Tony called fruitlessly at the window. “FRIDAY, will you make sure Peter gets back before dinner, I need some time to lecture him.”

“Certainly, boss.” The AI replied smoothly. “Would you like to monitor his vitals while he is away?”

“No thanks Fri, but keep me up to date on those, and will you please deactivate the blocking code he put in last month?” He asked exasperatedly.

“Sir, I am afraid you do not have the authority to deactivate the coding placed by Peter Benjamin Parker,” FRIDAY answered, and Tony could have sworn she sounded amused.

“What do you mean I don’t have the authority? I created you?” He asked indignantly.

“The percent of coding done by Peter Parker surpassed 11%, meaning that it activated the ‘I am so dead’ protocol, installed last January,” FRIDAY informed.

“Let me guess, installed by Peter Parker?” He asked.

“That is correct sir. Would you like me to contact him in regards to your newfound knowledge?” The AI asked.

“No, that’s okay.” He muttered reluctantly. He was sure he would find out his answer sooner or later, there was no point in making the kid sweat in the meantime.

“Will that be all?” FRIDAY asked, and Tony swore she sounded exasperated this time. He would have to look at the coding to see if this was part of what the teen had coded.

“Yes, thanks Fri.”

0o0o0o0o

Tony must have dozed off because he woke to the sound of glass breaking and a quiet curse. A few moments later he heard FRIDAY ding in recognition that Peter had entered the building. He had programmed a different noise for every resident, so he could discern who it was that had done what.

“Peter?” He called, his voice still slightly groggy. He shook his head, trying to clear it.

“Hey, Mr. Stark.” He heard from the other room. “I’m just gonna go… do homework now… bye.” Tony heard the kid sprint up the stairs faster than he should have been able to. The kid’s speed never ceases to amaze and annoy him. “FRIDAY, is Peter really doing homework?” He asked his AI suspiciously.

“Peter Parker has informed me to tell you that he is ‘doing schooly things’ and to not come upstairs.”

“Okay, but what is he actually doing?”

“My programming forbids me from telling you. I can only inform you that he is not in immediate danger of dying.” The AI said smugly.

“Gaaaah! Fine, guess I’ll go check on him like a normal person,” he muttered grumpily. He was going to need to change his passwords to, well, basically everything. He had no idea how he had found them out though, it was a sequence of random letters and numbers that were over 17 characters long. He muttered to himself as he walked up the stairs. His leg had healed surprisingly quickly, and the bones were already fused together, though still delicate, and his ribs were close to normal. Or he was just so used to broken ribs that the pain didn’t bother him too much.

“Peter?” He asked, knocking on the teen’s door. “FRIDAY is revolting against me and won’t tell me what you’re up to. Mind if I come in?” Peter made a non-committed noise, which he took as permission and swung the door open. He found Peter sitting cross-legged on his bed, stitching a gash on his arm.

“What happened!” He exclaimed, rushing over to investigate the injury.

“Nothing. Just a mugger who got a lucky swing in.” Peter said, avoiding his eyes.

“You can’t lie to save your life kid, what really happened. There’s no way one mugger could do this.” Tony retaliated.

“I never said it was one mugger, I said A mugger.”

“Okay, so how many muggers where there?” He asked the stubborn teen, who muttered something at his bedspread.

“What did you say?”

“I said there were 6… ish…”

“Ish? What does that even mean Pete?” He asked, giving the arm back to the teen to finish stitching. He knew that there was no way Peter would actually follow him into the med bay, and he couldn't afford to let him get injured again.

“ I dunno, they were moving pretty fast. Anyway, one of them had throwing knives and he threw like, one gillion at me at once, and I apparently can’t dodge all of them at the same time, so…” He tailed off, gesturing to his arm, which he had finished stitching and was now tied up.

“Peter, do you have any idea how dangerous that is? And I couldn’t even check on you because of your stupid extra codding you added to FRIDAY. You could have died and there would have been no way for me to know or help you.” He said angrily. He could feel the frustration bubbling inside of him. He had given FRIDAY the codding he had for a reason.

“Well, maybe I don’t want you to come after me.” Peter retorted he seemed more and more upset as their conversation went on.

“It doesn't matter what you want Pete, I am doing what I need to do to keep you alive,” Tony said.

“So am I! You almost died 14 days ago Mr. Stark, and you aren't enhanced at all! Your bones are barley fused together! You ain't even supposed to be walking, let alone deciding I need rescuing every time I get a scratch.”

“This,” Tony gestured to Peter’s arm, now wrapped in gauze, “Is not a scratch. It’s a huge gash that would have caused a normal person to bleed out!”

“A normal person like you?” Peter responded, venom in his voice.

“You don’t know that I wouldn’t have sent a suit.” He replied, feeling more than a little childish.

“Yes! Yes, I do, because for some reason, when it comes to me you are always doing stupid things!” Peter’s voice raised, shaking slightly.

“Oh, I’m the one doing stupid things now? Because last time I checked you were the one who-”

“It doesn't matter!” Peter cut him off. “Because I literally can’t die from injuries! At least not anything a normal person would die from. I can hold things that would crush your suit in a second flat! I’ve been spiderman-ing before I had your suit and technology and I am fine!”

“Just because they haven't killed you doesn't mean they haven't come close.” Tony retorted.

“Well if they came close to killing me then I don’t want you anywhere near them,” Peter replied.

“Do you even hear yourself right now? You are a child Peter!”

“I’m a mutant! I can take care of myself! You clearly can’t!”

“Why do you even give a shit Peter? I’m not your father!” Tony yelled back. They both froze. “Peter…” He started reaching out, only to have Peter jerk away from his hand. The teenager grabbed a bag on top of his dresser and made his way to the window. “Peter!” he called again, trying to get his attention.

“Goodbye, Antony,” Peter said, venom in his voice, before jumping out the window, straight onto the sidewalk below. He looked blankly at the window for a few moments, before hearing a cough in the doorway. He whipped around to see Pepper standing there, a glare firmly on her face.

“You have a meeting in 15 minutes. Floor 39.” Was all she said, pivoting on her high heel.

“Wait, Pep, you don't understand, he-” He started, walking towards the blond. The moment he crossed through Peter’s doorway, however, FRIDAY cut him off.

“Antony Edward Stark, Billionaire, Playboy, Genieos, Philanthropist, a former father figure to Peter Parker, had left bedroom #3701.” the AI said in a cold voice.

“What…?” He slowly retraced his steps, walking back through the doorway.

“Antony Edward Stark, Billionaire, Playboy, Genieos, Philanthropist, a former father figure to Peter Parker, engineer, has entered the bedroom #3701.” The AI said.

“Tony, stop playing and hurry up.” Pepper’s cold voice said from down the hallway.

“Yeah, coming. FRIDAY, stop that.” He said.

“Right away, Antony Edward Stark, Billionaire, Playboy, Genieos, Phalanthripist, a former father figure to Peter Parker, engineer, caffeine addict.” The AI responded.

“I hate you.” He said, walking through the doorway again.

“Antony Edward Stark, Billionaire, Playboy, Genieos, Philanthropist, a former father figure to Peter Parker, engineer, caffeine addict, betrayer, had exited room # 3701.” He sighed, dropping his head. This was going to be a long day.

0o0o0o0o

By the time Tony made it to the meeting, he was seriously contemplating having all doorways removed. He hadn’t really understood exactly how many there were in the house until now.

“Antony Edward Stark, Billionaire, Playboy, Genieos, Philanthropist, a former father figure to Peter Parker, engineer, caffeine addict, betrayer, poorly groomed, undignified scoundrel, former mathlete, and butthead, has entered the meeting room #63,” FRIDAY informed the businessmen and women as he walked into the room.

“Butthead? Really Fri?” He asked the ceiling. Technically he could ask the cameras, but he couldn’t remember for the life of him where he had placed them, which was a bit of a problem.

“Excuse me, Mr. Stark, are you ready to start now?” One of the business women asked, looking like she was trying to not smile.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get started.” He said, resigned to the meeting from hell. Thankfully, five, and a half freaking hours later, with two more to go, Pepper rescued him.

“Tony, I need to talk to you.” She said, materializing in the doorway.

“Thank goodness,” He said, jumping up.

“Antony Edward Stark, Billionaire, Playboy, Genieos, Philanthropist, a former father figure to Peter Parker, engineer, caffeine addict, betrayer, butthead, ignorant bastard, has exited meeting room #63.”

“Thank you FRIDAY, so much for that,” Tony said sarcastically.

“Tony, have you heard anything from Peter?” She asked urgently.

“Not since you dragged me here, why?” He asked confused.

“Because nobody can get in touch with him, it’s been hours, past one actually, we’ve tried tracking his suit and everything, but not even Shuri can find him, and she put a tracker under his skin.”

“What? When?” he asked.

“Not nearly the most important part of anything I just told you, Tony. He could be hurt somewhere.” Pepper said, her voice tight.

“Okay, I'll get the team on it Pep.” He soothed.

“You had better.” She said, threateningly.

0o0o0o0o

“Hey, Steve?” Natasha called from the living room, “Have you heard from Peter?”

“No. Why, he did something stupid?” He replied, popping his head in.

“Maybe, I just got a text from him.” She held up her phone to show him, her voice tight with worry.

“ um, ‘Sorry, I had a fight with Tony, nobody’s dead (Yet) hope I can see you soon, Love Peter’ What does that mean?” He asked, his brow furrowed.

“I dunno, but it gives me a bad feeling. Look, it’s not from his phone, it’s from a burner. I tried tracking in already, a dead end. He either threw it into the ocean or made us think he did.”

“What could he and Tony possibly have fought about that would make him take off like this? I don’t know if I have ever seen them fight, not really anyway.”

Natasha thought for a moment, biting her lip, before calling to the ceiling. “Hey Fri, can you show us what they were fighting about?” She asked. Surprisingly, the scream across from her light up with footage from Peter’s bedroom. “Is she allowed to do that?” Steve asked.

“I am not currently taking orders from Antony Edward Stark, Billionaire, Playboy, Genieos, Philanthropist, a former father figure to Peter Parker, engineer, caffeine addict, betrayer, butthead, ignorant bastard, and jerk, right now.” The AI informed. The pair watched the fight play out on the screen in silence, shocked by the anger in both parties voiced. Peter flying out the window with a duffle bag was the last thing they saw before the image cut out.

“Shit, FRIDAY, can you tell me anything about Peter’s location?” Natasha asked the ceiling.

“He has asked I do not disclose that information to anyone,” FRIDAY informed.

“Please FRIDAY, I won’t tell Tony, but that kid shouldn’t be alone right now.” The AI was quiet for a moment, seeming to think about it, before replying.

“I can not tell you his location, but I believe that both Michell Johns and Ned Leeds may be able to help you, would you like me to contact them?”

“Yes!” Steve replied enthusiastically. The TV showed a call symbol for a minute before a female voice answered.

“Who the hell is calling me at One AM?” She asked.

“Hello ma’am, are you a friend of Peter’s?” Steve asked.

“Shit, what did he do?” She asked, sounding more awake.

“He ran away. We were hoping you could help us find him.” Natasha supplied. The line was silent for a moment.

“Meet me at Juniper Park. I need to see your faces before I help you. I’ll be there in 30 minutes. Don’t be late.” With that the line went dead, leaving the two in silence.

“I think we might need back up,” Steve said quietly.

“I’ll gather the team.” She said with a smirk, turning on her heel. Exactly 35 minutes later, Thor, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Natasha, and Bruce were gathered in front of the locked gate to Juniper Park, waiting patiently.

“Are you sure this isn’t some kind of prank?” Bucky asked.

“She didn’t sound like she was messing around,” Steve replied.

“You’re waiting outside the park? Lame.” A voice called from behind them. They whipped around to see a girl who looked at Peter’s age, wearing a black NASA hoodie and dark jeans.

“How’d you get in there?” Clint asked, looking slightly off-put. In response, the girl slipped through the bars of the gate.

“Really, it is more of a visual barrier. So, what do you need me to do?” She asked, stepping under the street light.

“We need to find Peter. He and Tony had a fight, and he isn’t at Neds. he’s been gone for almost 9 hours now.” Bruce informed his voice somewhere between worried and just straight up groggy.

“They had a fight… do you have FRIDAY’s footage?” she asked.

“I- Um… yeah… How’d you know about that?” Steve asked, handing over the laptop.

“I have my ways,” she replied. “I’m assuming no Spiderman sightings ether then?”

“What would that have to do with it?” Clint asked frantically, at the same time Bucky said: “How do you know about that?”

Steve smacked him on his arm while MJ raised an eyebrow. “He’s not exactly discreet, the whole school has a group chat about it, sanes him, Ned and Flash, of course.”

“Hm,” Bruce said. MJ turned her attention to the tablet that had been handed to her, watching the footage intensely. It ended, and after a moment, she looked up at them.

“I know where he is.”

“Really? From that? How could that be, mid-guardian?” Thor asked, his voice, while still loud, was quieter than normal. He really wasn’t much of a night person, and Natasha was surprised he had actually stayed awake this long. “He’s got a couple of go-to places for different things, I just needed to know which had happened.” She said.

“You mean he does this a lot?” Bruce questioned.

“Mhm,” MJ replied, handing back the tablet.

“Well, what other reasons does he run away?” Steve asked, his brow furrowed.

“Death, Flash, if he’s sick- which was unfortunate that time with pneumonia, different kinds of fights with different people, etc.” The teen said, whipping around and walking down the road. After a moment she turned back. “Are you guys coming or what?” She asked. They hurried to catch up to her.

“So, why are you the one who finds him?” Natasha asked, falling in stride beside MJ.

“Well, it’s either me or Ned, and he’s not exactly the most tactful,” She elaborated. “Or agile.”

“Why agile?” She asked, her brow raised.

“You’ll see.” She replied mysteriously. “So Peter’s been living with you for a while?”

“At the compound with all of us, yes he has, why do you ask?” The assassin asked.

“Just checking. We’re here.” The teen said, pausing. Natasha looked around with the rest of them. They were standing on a somewhat deserted backstreet somewhere in Queens, with a tall wall to their right and a street there left.

“Where is ‘here’?” Steve asked. Instead of responding

“Yeah, I don’t see Spider-kid anywhere,” Clint added. MJ just shot them a look, before setting down her backpack on the ground and grabbing a grove in the wall.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” With that, she kicked off the ground, and using her old on the rock wall, launched herself over.

“What is it with Peter and his freaky strong friends?” Bucky asked, staring at where the teen used to be.

“So, we’re following her, right?” Clint asked, looking up at the wall.

“Obviously. Bucky and Clint, you’re with me, you guys stay here.” Natasha said, dropping her purse.

“Why do they get to go?” Steve asked, sounding like a whiny kid. “Aren’t I the captain here?”

“I’m sorry, are you a trained assassin?” She asked, scaling the wall before he could reply. She jumped to the other side and felt her heart sink.

“Of course,” Clint whispered next to her. In front of them was a sign that read ‘Maple Grove Cemetery’.

“Well, I found them,” Bucky said, pointing to a building across the land, where they could see the two figures silhouetted on top of the roof.

“We should go back,” Clint said, shifting from one foot to the other. Natasha nodded in agreement and was back over the wall not a second later.

“Well?” Steve asked expectantly.

“There in a graveyard.” She said.

“A graveyard? The one his parents are buried in?” Bruce asked, confused.

“Presumably.” She replied.

“And his aunt and uncle,” Clint said, pulling them up on a tablet. Online it showed four traditional headstones, all in varying states of wear, along with four others, presumably his grandparents.

“Jeez, life hasn’t been kind to the Parkers, has it?” Bruce said, looking sadly at the headstones online.

“Peter call’s it ‘Parker Luck’” Natasha said sadly. They stood in silence for a minute before all of their phones dinged simultaneously. Steve pulled his phone out and stared at the text for a second.

“MJ says that Peter’s staying at her house tonight, and she’ll contact us tomorrow.” He read.

“Should we go back?” Bucky asked.

“Probably, it’s almost three,” Bruce said, looking at his watch.

“You guy go ahead,” Natasha said, looking over her shoulder at the mossy wall that MJ had disappeared from.

“You sure?” Steve asked. “It’s pretty late.”

“I think I can handle myself, Rodgers, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Reluctantly, the team said a ‘Goodnight’ before turning down the road. She inspected the wall as she heard the footsteps fade. The place that MJ had used to jump was worn down, and a much lighter color. She wondered daily if other’s used the shortcut as well. She hoped they did because even without doing the math, the number of visits it would take for one person to wear down that wall was depressingly large. Shaking her head, she jumped over, landing almost silently on the other side. She picked her way through the graves slowly, reading each headstone she came across, until finding herself faced with the Parker section. Slowly, she lowered herself to the ground in front of them, wincing as the cold from the ground seeped through her jeans.

“We’re gonna protect him for you.” She promised, before leaving to join her team.

0o0o0o0o

Tony woke up feeling guilty before he had any memories of what he had done. He rolled over, and winced, remembering the fight from yesterday. He had spent most of the night trying to disable the coding that the teenager had put, preventing his face from being detected on cameras. He could at least tell he hadn’t been in his suit, it hadn’t recorded any activity sense the mugging that had started the fight in the first place. Groning, he pulled himself out of the bed and stumbled out the door, intending to check to see if Peter had made it back yet. Logically he knew that the kid wouldn’t get himself killed in one night, and he was probably just at Ned’s, but the rest of him remembered the time he had followed him to Indonesia my sticking himself to the bottom of the plane for hours.

“Antony Edward Stark, Billionaire, Playboy, Genieas, Philanthropist, a former father figure to Peter Parker, engineer, caffeine addict, betrayer, butthead, ignorant bastard, jerk, self-absorbed shriveled walnut, himbo, eater of aerosol cheese, a fan of AC/DC, vulture pray, sole reason for the creation of the middle finger, cotton-headed Ninny Muggins, a mostly raisin raisin oatmeal cookie, creator of rhubarb, had exited his bedroom,” FRIDAY announced.

“Who is telling these to you?” He shouted at the roof.

“Sense my creation, I have had a document in which I keep the most creative insults aimed at you or that apply to you. Would you like to know the length of the document?” She asked, and Tony swore if she had a face, she would be smirking.

“No, I think I can guess.”

“It is currently 1,36-”

“I said I’m fine.” He said, angrily. “Has Peter come back yet?”

“Peter Parker hasn’t re-entered the building, however, a Michell Jones has asked me to inform you that he is still alive, and will be returning to the tower at some point before the end of the year .” The AI said. “Wow, super helpful.” In response, FRIDAY activated the fire sprinkler above his head.

“Was that, bleh, really necessary?” He asked, wincing when the water got in his mouth.

“Yes.” The robotic voice replied. He was about to respond with a very clever retort when his phone rang. He pulled it out, so he could decline, except FRIDAY had different ideas. “Call answered.” She said, his phone responded.

“Ugh, hello?” He asked, not exceptionally worried about who it was.

“Is Tony Stark speaking?” A female voice asked, her tone clipped.

“Yep, who is this?”

“Hello, I am calling to inform you that, subject to you apologizing, Peter Parker is willing to return to his room.”

“Yes! Yes, can you ask him to call me? Please? My AI won’t let me call him.” he asked, his demeanor changing. He was fully aware of how pathetic he sounded, admitting that he couldn’t get his own AI to respect him, but he honestly couldn’t care less.

“Fine, I can tell him, but I can’t promise anything.” with that the call ended, and he, having retrieved his coffee, turned to re-enter his bedroom.

“Antony Edward Stark, Billionaire, Playboy, Genieas, Philanthropist, a former father figure to Peter Parker, engineer, caffeine addict, betrayer, butthead, ignorant bastard, jerk, self-absorbed shriveled walnut, himbo, eater of aerosol cheese, a fan of AC/DC, vulture pray, sole reason for the creation of the middle finger, cotton-headed Ninny Muggins, a mostly raisin raisin oatmeal cookie, creator of rhubarb vegetable steamer, chihuahua with hormone deficiency, oddly lumpy blobfish, had entered his bedroom,” FRIDAY called.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” He said, resigned, staring at his phone. Several minutes later, he heard it ring, and he briefly saw Peter’s name flash across the screen, before answering. “Hello?” He asked urgently.

“Hey, Mr. Stark…” Peter’s voice cracked through the speaker, reminding him that, oh wait, Peter’s phone was apparently intended to be at the bottom of the ocean. “Peter, hey, um… are you okay?” He asked hesitantly, unsure of how to continue.

“Yeah, um, my arm’s healed and everything so, that's good.”

“Good, good, I’m glad.” He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what would follow. “Listen, Peter, I’m really sorry about, well, everything. I was outta line with what I said, I should have been more patient with you instead of escalating everything, I'm sorry.” The line was silent for several moments, making him wonder if the kid has somehow hung up without him knowing. He was about to pull the phone away to check when he heard Peter take a breath. “I forgive you. I-Is it okay if I come back? MJ made me share a room with her little brother and I woke up covered in Crayola paint.” The teen asked.

“Of course it’s okay for you to come back. I didn’t want you to leave in the first place. Do you want me to come to pick you up?” He asked.

“No, traffic will be terrible, I’ll just swing over,” Peter replied.

“Okay kid, stay safe.” He said.

“HA!” Peter replied through the phone, before hanging up. Tony smiled before setting his phone down. Not 10 minutes later, Peter, dressed in his suit, knocked on the window. Tony let him in quickly, smiling at his slightly uncoordinated movements.

“Hi Mr. Stark,” Peter said, pulling off his mast. Tony had to use remarkable self-restraint to keep from laughing at his hair, which still had a slight blue tint to it, and was sticking up all over the place.’ “Hey, kid.” He said, ruffling his hair, making it stick up even more.

“I’m really sorry.” He said, looking upset.

“Don’t apologize, Pete, you’re a teen, you get to say that kinda shit.” He said. “Come on, I think we need pancakes.” He declared. “Go get changed and meet me at the elevator.”

“Okay,” Peter said, walking out towards his room. Tony followed him out.

“Antony Edward Stark, Billionaire, Playboy, Genieas, Philanthropist, a former father figure to Peter Parker, engineer, caffeine addict, betrayer, butthead, ignorant bastard, jerk, self-absorbed shriveled walnut, himbo, eater of aerosol cheese, a fan of AC/DC, vulture pray, sole reason for the creation of the middle finger, cotton-headed Ninny Muggins, a mostly raisin raisin oatmeal cookie, creator of rhubarb vegetable steamer, chihuahua with hormone deficiency, oddly lumpy blobfish, snot rag, Physical embodiment of a migraine, personification of plain oatmeal, puppy hater, armature seamstress, avid field frolic-er, tea spiller, had exited his bedroom.” Tony groaned.

“Wait, Peter, do you know how to make her stop?” Tony asked the teen, who had burst out laughing.

“Okay Fri, I think you taught him a lesson by now.” Peter said to the ceiling, “You can stop now.”

“Of course, Peter. Happy to oblige.” The AI said happily.

“TRAITOR!” He called at the ceiling, which resulted in him getting doused again.

“Yeah, yeah.” He said, walking back to his room to towel off. Still, he had trouble keeping a grin off his face. A couple of moments later, he was inside the elevator, whizzing down. Due to the number of floors, he had sped the elevators up considerably. Also, he was impatient.

“Hey kid,” He asked, “Why were you sleeping on the ceiling when I was out?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah, that. Umm, well, when Bed was shot, they took him to the hospital, and he was in a coma and stuff, and I was sleeping in a chair there, and his heart stopped, and I couldn’t stop getting in the doctor’s way. Anyway, I was worried that would happen to you, so I stayed on the ceiling.” Peter explained, keeping his gaze firmly down.

“Of course, of course, that was the reason,” Tony said, wrapping an arm around the kid. He swore he was getting more grey hair every time he opened his mouth.

#tony stark #bamf peter parker #FRIDAY

[wolfkg]

Sacrifice

Sam Winchester x Reader 

Here’s the next part to this series. I hope you like it :D 

Sam stopped in the doorway setting me on my feet. I was wobbly but I could stand. Ava was standing there with tears in her eyes as she stared at Andy’s body “Ava what happened?” Ava shook her head and was about to say something but I cut her off “she did it Sam; she killed Andy.” Ava looked at me shocked “Y/N what are you talking about?” I glared at her “you let a demon in here to kill Andy and you can’t deny it because I saw you do it” she then laughed while crying; “you’re crazy why would I hurt Andy? Sam she’s lying” I look towards Sam who had his eyes on me with a frown on his face but then turned to Ava “where were you?” she still had tears in her eyes as she spoke “I just went to go get some water from the well. I was only gone maybe two minutes” I watched her carefully and noticed while she spoke she never made eye contact with Sam “she’s lying Sam” Sam looked in my direction again and started walking around the room while speaking to Ava “Ava were supposed to stay inside; so why did” he stopped his words when he looked towards the window. I did the same and looked over seeing a finger-marking going through the salt. Sam then spoke “who did that?” Ava looked where he was pointing, “I don’t know maybe Andy” I interrupted her while walking closer to her glaring at her “no Andy wouldn’t do that; Ava that line wasn’t broken when I left.” She looked at me shocked with what I was saying “Ava” Sam yelled. She glared at both of us with tears still coming out of her eyes “what? You don’t think I’d” Sam interrupted her “I’ll tell you what I think. Five months. You’re the only one with time you can’t account for” I then spoke “you’ve been acting weird since we got here; and you always seem to be the one finding the bodies first” she glared at us “what are you trying to say?” Sam walked closer to her and was right next to me “what happened to you?” she then screamed “nothing!” there was then a long pause with Sam and I just staring at her waiting for her to give in. 

Ava then sighed and whipped her tears away smiling “had you going though didn’t I?” we both looked at her shocked “I’ve been here a long time, and not alone either. I mean people just kept coming” I glared at her “so you killed them?” she smiled “all of them?” Sam asked as she laughed, “I’m the undefeated heavyweight champion” Sam then moved in front of me guarding me from her. “Oh, my god” she smiled again “Yeah I don’t think God had much to do with this Sam” “how could you?” “I had no choice. It was me or them. After a while, it got easy. It was kind of fun. I just stopped fighting it” I spoke this time “stop fighting what?” she smiled at me “what we are Y/N. I mean you barley know what you are yet and you’re supposed to be the strongest of all of us. However, you’re not because you still don’t know how to use it. Don’t worry a couple months or years here you’ll be just like me” Sam spoke “she’s nothing like you and she never will be” Ava smiled “will see about that. I mean it is easy to just flip the switch like that and you will finally know how powerful you can be. I can’t believe I stated with just having dreams. Do you know what I can do now?” I spoke “control demons” she smiled at me “look at you. Should have known you’d see me kill him but what’s done is done so.” Ava lifted up her hand sending me into the wall making my vision go blurry. I shake my head and get back up on my knees. As I look over, I see Ava has called in a demon who was already on Sam ready to kill him. In that, moment I didn’t know what was happening. Anger boiled up  inside me wanting to come out, so I did I let go. Once I did, an enormous loud scream left my lips causing the entire building to shake and the lights to flicker and explode. Ava couldn’t avoid this attack even with covering her ears. The demon disappeared in a puff of smoke as Ava fell limp on the ground with her eyes wide open and blood dripping out of her ears.

 Then everything just stopped as if what I did never even happened. My eyes never left her body as I wondered what that was. I then felt a hand on my shoulder which made me jump but I then realized it was Sam “hey it’s ok it’s just me.” I immediately fell into his arms feeling weak knowing that whatever I did took a lot out of me. Sam held, me tightly in his arms “its ok I got you” my breathing got slower and back to normal “I didn’t know I could do that.” Sam then spoke “don’t worry will figure it out together I promise” he then kisses my forehead, which made me smile. I have to tell him. He needs to know before anything bad happens “Sam I need to talk to you” he looks at me and nods but before I could say anything Jake walks in looking surprised at the scene “what the hell happened?” I sighed when he walked in but I answered, “Ava almost killed us but were fine” Jake nods as I get up from Sam’s arms “will talk later Y/N?” I nodded as he got up from the floor and we all walked outside. We all walked down the stairs trying to figure out a way out of here when Sam spoke “I think we can make it out of here now” we all walked out onto the muddy gravel “but what about the demon?” I spoke “no Ava was summoning it, controlling it. It shouldn’t come back now that she’s dead” Sam nodded at my words “we got to go” we were about to walk out of the area when Jake spoke “no not “we,” Sam” Sam and I looked at him with shock “only one of us is getting out of here. I’m sorry” what is he talking about “what?” I asked, “I had a vision. The yellow-eyed demon or whatever it was he talked to me. He told me how it was. He told me why we were all here” Jake can’t honestly believe him right? “No, Jake, listen you can’t listen to him” he spoke again “Sam he’s not letting us go. Only one. Now if we don’t play along he’s going to kill the both of us. Now I like you man I do but do the math here. What’s good for all of us to die? Now I can get out of here with Y/N and I can get close to the demon, I can kill the bastard.” Hold on did he say get out with me? “Wait?” Sam stopped him from speaking “what do you mean with Y/N?” Jake sighed, “She’s here because he needs her. One of us is supposed to bring her to him. She can’t die” I glared at him “I’m sorry Jake but I’m not leaving or going anywhere without Sam?” he glanced my way “will see” Sam stood in front of me again “you’re not taking her alright you come with me and we can kill him together” he shook his head “how do I know you won’t turn on me?” Sam sighed, “I won’t” “I don’t know that.” 

Sam then took out his knife from his inside pocket and slowly set it down on the ground “Sam?” he ignored me and stood back up “just come with me Jake. You don’t have to listen to him. You don’t have to take Y/N. We can work this out together just come with me. Don’t do this. Don’t play into what it wants.” Jake then slowly placed his weapon on the ground next to Sam’s knife and slowly stood up. I stood at Sam’s side hoping that this will end okay but then Jake punched Sam hard in the face sending him flying into the wooden fence behind us “Sam!” Jake grabbed onto me and through me into the side of the building, making sure I get out of the way. I hit the building hard making my body ache from the impact. Jake and Sam were at each other instantly throwing left and right hooks at each other. I knew Sam couldn’t defeat him not when Jake has inhuman strength. “Stop please.” They didn’t listen they kept at it at each other. I tried to get up to help but the pain in my side kept me on the ground. I watched as Sam kicked Jake into the same wooden fence sending onto the muddy ground. After that something happened I was then looking down at Jake knocked out until I heard Dean’s voice calling out Sam and I’s name. My sight then turned toward Dean and I knew I was looking through Sam’s eyes. No this can’t happen please no. 

Dean and Bobby were walking towards him when Dean screams to look out then an intense pain came at the bottom of my spine making me fall to my knees. My vision was becoming blurry as everything then went black as Sam’s life leaves his body. I woke up from the vision and saw I was on my hands and knees breathing hard. I have to stop it. I can’t let him die. I look over and see Sam pick up Jake’s weapon and hit him hard in the face knocking him out cold. Sam then looked my way smiling and was about to walk to me when Dean’s voice was heard “Sam! Y/N!” I knew what was about to happen next. I looked over at Jake and saw him getting up with the knife while Sam was distracted. 

I immediately start running to Sam. Dean scream out for Sam to look out “NO!” I suddenly felt the same power before rising in me as I stood behind Sam and let out a loud scream which pushed Jake back into the gravel covered floor. The echoing sound of my scream rang out making everyone covers their ears. Once my power stopped everything was still and Sam held me in his arms as I fell backwards from using too much power. “Hey, hey I got you.” Bobby went by us to check on Jake, Dean was next to us now with a shocked face. Bobby came back with a frown “he’s dead” Sam had his arms wrapped around me and my head leaning on his chest as I tried to get my breathing back “breath Y/N it’s okay I’ve got you.” I was finally calm enough to breath normal, but I didn’t want to leave Sam’s arms afraid something bad would happen to me or him. 

Then something I didn’t expect happened Dean spoke “get away from it Sam.” I looked towards Dean who had a gun pointed my way “Dean put the gun down.” I started shaking in Sam’s arms from the gun being pointed at me especially from my family member “I said move Sam, I’m not gonna ask you again.” Bobby went to Dean’s side “what the hell are you doing boy?” but Dean ignored him still having the gun aimed my way “Dean please” I spoke “you don’t get to talk, whatever you are you aren’t Y/N.” Sam stood up from me but still stood protectively in front of me “Dean hear me out alright, this is Y/N.” Dean takes his eyes off me or moved his gun when he spoke “she corrupted you man whatever it is its not her.” Before Dean could say anything else Sam grabbed his gun from him throwing it aside “what the hell Sam.” Sam then helped me up and I hugged him from behind afraid to even look at Dean “she saved my life Dean, if she was evil she never would have done that, trust me this is Y/N this is our Y/N.” I made eye contact with Dean “if it is her and you’re telling the truth then that monster has got some explaining to do.” That did it that’s what made me break and that was what I was afraid of by telling them exactly that, I pushed away from Sam and backed a few steps away “Y/N.” I shook my head “he’s right I’m a monster, I can’t be here I can’t be around any of you.” Sam put his hands up trying to keep me assured “hey you’re not a monster Y/N, just come back with us everything will be alright.” What I didn’t notice was Dean pulling another gun out of his pants “Sam.” 

I tried to speak but he stopped me “I’m not letting you run away, I’m not losing you.” I shook my head “I love you Sam and I’m doing this to protect you, I’m sorry” I didn’t think my confession would come out in this type of situation. Before Sam could say anything, a gun went off and a terrible pain came to my side. I looked in the direction of an angry Dean with his gun pointed my way and before I know it a rising anger started to surface and I couldn’t stop it. “Y/N no!” but it was too late and I let out a loud menacing scream in Dean’s direction making Bobby knock him out of the way of the blast making the gravel shake and a tree behind Dean explode into pieces. The minute my power stopped I looked at what I did and saw my side bleeding rapidly, from that and using my powers everything around me turned black hearing Sam call out my name as I was taken into total darkness.

#sam winchester imagines #x reader #supernatural imagines #spnfamily

[a-pretty-nerd]

Nolan Raybrun x reader: Hate Turns to Love, Part 2

Nolan feels defeated, and sorry. He’d have apologized if it wasn’t for his lack of information. He goes to Sally. And tells her, he knows. He knows you’re pregnant, he knows you’ve been pregnant before but…he’s confused. Sally sighs, and crosses her arms as she leans against the railing of the portch.

“Nolan, Y/Ns…had it rough this past year. It’s a miracle she’s pregnant right now. And you might not understand her motives, but-”

“What happened?” He asks, determined.

“When Y/N came to work for me as an assistant, she did an amazing job and she still does. And Rocky fell in love with her. So, she became more of a nanny than assistant overtime. That was a little over a year ago. Back then, she was a different person. Nolan. She went out, partied. Kept it a good secret from me until one day. She called in sick. And for a while, she just wasn’t coming to work. I was really struggling without her. I realized I needed her around so, I tracked her down at her apartment. There. I found her. A mess.” Sally pauses, and looks at Nolan. He’s intently listening. “She told me, that she wasn’t doing so well. That she could barley afford rent, her roommate had stolen from her and skipped town…And that she…was raped.” Nolan sighs, and covers his face.

“Fuuuck.” He hisses.

“After a particularly bad night of drinking, she got into someone’s car. And woke up the next day at her apartment doorstep. So I made a deal with her, that she come and live with me as Rocky’s live in Nanny. A few weeks later, she learns she’s pregnant. And she panics. She was a wreck all over again. Crying, and even contemplating suicide. So I took her to a doctor, and I paid…for the procedure.”

“Abortion?” He asks, and Sally just nods.

“Doctors said, something went wrong. She shouldn’t be able to get pregnant again. But…apparently…they were wrong.” Her eyes shift from Nolan to inside the house.

“I didn’t know. Oh god, I was so angry with her, Sally. I didn’t know…”

“Of course you didn’t know, Nolan. How could you have?” She pulls him in for a small hug to reassure him.

The next morning, you wake up to the faint smell of pancakes, bacon, and coffee. You stumble down stairs, and find Nolan in the kitchen. Making breakfast. He turns, and looks at you.

“Morning.” He gives a small smile.

“Morning…” You say, not in the mood for smiles. You make yourself some coffee.

“Breakfast?” He asks.

“No um. I’m running late for a doctors appointment.” You say bluntly. “And then, I’m running airands for Sally.”

“What time will you be home?” You shrug.

“I don’t know, Nolan. Please just…I need some space.” He nods. “Could you, wake up Rocky this morning? He’s… gonna love this.” You gesture to the display of food on the island counter. Nolan just nods again, and you leave to get ready. While you're gone, Nolan is left to take care of little Rocky. He’s always felt awkward with kids but, he gives it a real try. It helps a little that Rocky loves him. But, once Rocky gets difficult. Nolan starts to break down a little. He gets fustrated. Tries to take deep breathes to calm himself down. It works, a little. But if he can barely take care of rocky on his own…what would it be like with his own kid?

His own panic starts to set in a little. He worries, and worries. Maybe you wouldn’t keep it. But…it didn’t sound like you were up for another abortion, and besides. Health wise, that could be dangerous for you. Adoption? Maybe but…Nolan knew what it was like to be all alone. His parents tried their best, but undoubtedly failed him time and time again. He didn’t wish that on anoyone else. He looked at his little cousin, and realized that he was in a very similar boat. Only he, didn’t know it yet. Caring for him after that, seemed a little easier. Nolan even got him down for a nap.

Hours went by, and you still weren’t home. Nolan started to worry. Did something happen to you? Did you, run away? He sat in a chair all night waiting for you, watching the front door. You didn’t come home until well after the kid and Sally went to bed. When the front opened Nolan bolted out of his seat. He stood. Awkwardly. You held heavy bags of food and other things from Sally’s list. Which he rushed to help you with. Traveling to the kitchen to put everything down and away.

“It’s late.” Nolan said.

“It’s 9 o'clock, Nolan.” You groaned. “How was Rocky?” You asked.

“Good.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. What? You don’t think I could handle it?” He asks defensively.

“I didn’t say that.” You stated. Nolan leaned against a counter, and tapped his fingers against the top.

“How was the doctor’s?” He asked.

“It was fine. Still pregnant.” You said sarcastically.

“How far, along?” He seemed awkward, but genuinely interested.

“A month.”

“Oh.”

“What do you mean, ‘oh’?”

“Nothing it’s just…that means…it was that night. On the balcony.” He smiles a little. You remember it fondly. And you don’t regret it for a damn second. Probably the best sexual experience of your life.

“Yeah. That night.” A minute of silence passes, as you put away the groceries. Until Nolan gets the courage.

“Sally told me.” You freeze.

“Told you what?”

“About…before. Y/N…I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that-”

“I know you didn’t know, Nolan.” You say, stopping him from stepping any closer than he already has. “That wasn’t…that wasn’t the issue. What happened a year ago. I can’t change what it, no matter how much I want to. But thats for me to come to terms with. And I have. And I learned from it. And yes, it still hurts to think about, but that event is not all that I am. So I don’t want your sympathy, or any of that. Okay?” Nolan stays still, and nods.

“Okay.” He looks like he’s just as close to crying as you are.

“The issue, Nolan. Was that…you were angry. You came at me, guns ablaze and you were…angry. I was going to tell you I just…a better way then that. I wanted to…I don’t know…We haven’t been dating long, and I’m so…so scared but I just wanted to do something nicer.” You couldn’t hold back the tears, and the sobbing started. Nolan swung his arms around you and held you close. His tears dripping from his face to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m not angry…p-please just don’t…don’t go anywhere. Okay?”

“Go anywhere?”

“I don’t wanna lose you. Im so scared but I…I don’t wanna lose you, or it. I’d be crushed if you left.” You smile softly through your tears, and look up at him.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’ve got nowhere else to call home.”

“This is your home, Y/N.”

#nolan rayburn imagine #nolane rayburn x reader smut #nolan rayburn x reader #owen teague imagine #owen teague

[gabylovessodapopcurtis]

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Rating: General

Warnings: Mild Cussing

Crazy

He’s crazy. That’s what it is, he’s going crazy. He’s not in love, he can’t be in love. He’s Dallas Winston, tuff greaser who doesn’t take shit from anyone and always gets what he wants no matter what, but when saw you, oh boy, was he in for a treat.

You were sitting at a table at Buck’s playing a game of poker with your friends. As soon as he saw your smile he knew one thing and one thing only, you were going to be his.

When he asked you, you had thought it was a bet. You were walking towards the bathroom, when he jumped in front of you. “Hey, I’m Dallas Winston.” You knew who he was, everyone knew who he was. ”Um, hi I’m Y/N, And I know who you are.” “Oh um then I’ll get straight to the point. I wanted to ask you on a date, maybe this Friday?” You knew he wasn’t being serious, why would Dallas Winston want to go on a date with you of all people, it had to be a bet. “Look I’m not trying to be rude, but if this is some kind of dare then just leave please, because I will not be made to look like a fo-“ before you could finish, he said, “Woah woah, slow down Doll. This isn’t a dare, I’m being genuine right now.” Damn, he was really asking you on a date. “Okay fine, Friday 8 o’clock, at The Dingo. Don’t be late!” You wanted to say no, but his smirk did things to you. Not wanting to look back at him, you went back to your friends and sat down at the table. There was still one thing bugging you, you still needed to pee.

That one date turned into many and those turned into 6 months of being together. Soon you and Dally had become a couple. You would sleep over at Buck’s or he’d sneak into your room at night. Your parents weren’t very fond of him, but they knew he made you happy. The Gang would tease him about you, especially Two-Bit. He’d say things like “Hey guys look, Dally has gone soft for Y/N!” Dally would obviously get mad over this and they’d end up wrestling, till Two-Bit yelled uncle.

You were the first to say “I love you”, you knew he wouldn’t be saying it back anytime soon. A couple months into the relationship, he had told you, “I care about you, I really do, but I’m not going to fall in love. I don’t think I’ll be able to and I don’t think I’ll be able to say it either. I just need you to know that, Y/N.” You looked him in the eyes and you could tell he was being honest. It hurt, but you understood. “Dally, don’t worry I’m okay with it, I really am. I can wait and even if you don’t say it, I’ll still be here. I’m not going anywhere.” You knew he wouldn’t say it and yeah it bugged you a bit, but you were going to be okay.

It was your 6 month anniversary when he realized he was in love you. You had fallen asleep on the couch with your head in his lap. He was starring at you, watching how calm you looked when you slept when the thought popped into his head, “Oh sweet lord, you’re in love!” The thought terrified him. He didn’t think it was possible for someone as broken as him could love. He tried to forget the feeling, “No Dallas no, you don’t fall in love. YOU ARE NOT IN LOVE! You just haven’t eaten anything today and you’re brain is just being stupid. Oh no better yet, you’re going crazy. Yeah that’s it, you’re just delusional!” He knew he was wrong, but he was to stubborn to admit it.

He was distant the next couple of days, after that. He wouldn’t talk as much and he’d barley hold a conversation with you. You were getting tired of it and you had decided to confront him. “Dally can I talk to you?” He was sitting on the couch watching the news, which he never did, so you know something was up. “Yeah what’s up Y/N?” “Do you still want to be with me?” You’ve been so distant and you’ve been acting weird.” “Y/N what are you talking about? Of course I want to be with you! It’s just I can’t tell you what’s wrong.” “Dally, you can tell me I’ll understand whatever it is!” “I CAN’T, OKAY?! STOP TRYING TO PRY IT OUT OF ME!” You flinched, he never yelled at you, he was afraid if he did you’d leave him. “WHY NOT DALLAS? HUH? WHY CAN’T YOU TELL ME?! DO YOU NOT TRUST ME ENOUGH?!” You we’re growing antsy, you wanted to know what was going on. “I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND ITS FUCKING TERRIFYING! I HAVE NEVER LOVED ANYONE AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU!”

He loved you. Holy shit, Dallas fucking Winston loved you! “You what?”, you said in a small voice. “I love you, Y/N. Like I’ve never loved anyone.” “Dallas Winston, I’ve loved you since our first date.” You both sat down on the couch and sat there for a moment, when you started giggling. “Why are you giggling? I just declared that I love you, and your reaction is to giggle?” “It’s not that. Just that Dallas Winston, bug tuff greaser, loves me. Who knew you were such a sap? I wonder what the gang will think?” His eyes went wide at the realization that you might tell the gang, “Oh sweet lord, please don’t! If you do Two-Bit will have a field day with this! Please don’t Y/N!” You giggled even more because he was literally begging on his knees. “I won’t you big lug, now get up here and come cuddle with me.” He did as you said and you two had fallen asleep in each other’s arms.

Maybe he was crazy. Maybe you’re crazy. One thing was for sure though, if you were crazy at least you’d be crazy together.

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[snffbeebee]

Secrets ( Part 9 )

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Before Dean could leave, I pulled up beside him.

“ I’ll talk to you later. “ He said getting out of the car.

“ Hey. “ Dean stopped me when I got out of my car.

“ Come for a drive with me? “

I played it cool.

“ Sure. “

We got in and he sped off.

“ So what’s new? We haven’t really talked that much lately. “

“ Well still no nightmare free and I’ve decided to take the bike out. “ 

Dean hesitated.

“ Really, there’s nothing else? “

I looked at him, knowing he wanted to ask me something.

“ Dean, what’s up? “

“ Where have you been going every night Tess? “ He asked, bluntly.

“ I’m not aloud to go for a drive? “

Dean’s anger peaked and he pulled onto the side of the road.

“ What were you doing at a diner 2 hours away from the bunker? “

“ Are you serious? “

“ I put a tracker on your car. “

I was pissed and got out of the car. He cut the engine and followed behind me.

“ Tessa. “

“ Again, I’d expect this from my father, but not you. “

“ How long have you been sneaking off to see him? “

“ Excuse me? “

“ Jessie. “

“ Dean I have no idea. “

Before I could deny it, he took out his phone and held it out to me. I snapped when I seen a picture of Jessie and I kissing. 

“ You’ve been following me? “

“ Not then. “

“ I can’t believe you. “

“ Me?! Tessa, you’ve been lying to everyone and running off doing God knows what with him. The one person we told you to stay away from. “

“ And why Dean? Because you don’t know what he’s capable of and you think he’s going to get Angels and Demons on my ass? “

I took in a breath, steadying my anger.

“ You have no idea what I’m capable of either Dean and my last name will bring everyone to me, not Jess. Stop and think of how I’ve been the past 6 months. The nightmares are gone and I can control all of this better than I ever could. “

“ Because of your father. “

“ Because of Jessie. Dean, my Dad made me do everything I could to look past all of this and had me terrified of what I am. Jessie has been helping me accept what I am. I don’t hurt anyone unless I have to. I’m a Hunter Dean, Demon blood or not. I know you guys are worried about Jess, but you don’t have to be.....He’s not Ruby. “

Than name made Dean cringe. My anger disappeared and I let out a  sigh.

“ I want to trust you Tessa. “

“ I can’t make you, but I’m happy. For the first time since I got dragged into this life....since Chase. : I said softly.

Dean couldn’t deny that he seen it. I’ve become an amazing Hunter, that I didn’t need them like I used to.

“ You’re telling your parents. “

“ Dean come on. “

“ It will be even worse if I do. “ He threatened.

“ Fine. “

20 minutes of silence on the way back to the bunker, Dean spoke.

“ How long have you been doing this? “

“ Nothing happened with Jessie, while I was with Chase. “

“ You were sneaking around, but nothing happened? “

“ I love him Dean, I would never do that..I couldn’t. “

Dean didn’t doubt my feelings for Chase.

“ He’s not there is he? “ I asked.

“ No. I haven’t seen him since that night. “

Neither of us said anything else the rest of the way home.

“ Look who I found. “ Dean said as we came down the stairs.

“ Where were you? “ My Mom asked.

“ I was with Jessie. “

“ Excuse me?! “ My Dad got to his feet.

I took in a breath, I had to come clean.

“ I’ve been spending time with Jessie for the past 7 months. He’s been helping me keep myself under control. “

“ And what the Hell have we been doing? “ My Mom asked, her voice raising.

“ Pushing me so far from what I need to accept. I know that all you guys might not like Jessie, but he’s helping me and I’m happy. “

“ I don’t trust him. “ My Dad said, his arms crossed across his chest.

“ You don’t have to, you need to trust me. I’m not drinking Demon blood, never once had a craving for it. I know sneaking around and lying makes it look  bad, and it was killing me to keep this from you. “

“ Then why did you? “ My Dad asked

“ Because if I even mentioned his name, you would end it right then. You don’t like him. “

“ It’s not that I don’t like him Tessa. The things he could do when he was like 9 was unbelievable, God only knows what he can do now. “

“ Dad, he’s a Hunter, maybe if you sat down and listened to what he has to say, you’d see for yourself. He’s been nothing but helpful to me and. “

I hesitated.

“ I’m still going to see him. I could take myself off the map, easily, but I don’t want to. All I want is for you to trust me on this. “

My Dad looked at me, then stormed out of the bunker. 

“ You’re telling the truth. “ Rebecca stated.

“ I’m done lying. “

My Mom looked at me and let out a frustrated sigh.

“ He doesn’t step one foot anywhere near here. “

“ He has no idea about this place. “

“ I’m going to talk to him. “

“ Tessa,. “ My Mom tried to stop me.

“ I’m not letting Dad blind side him with this. I was the one who told him to keep it quiet. “

About 20 minutes from the bunker, my phone rang.

“ Meet me at Talia’s off highway 23. “ Jessie said.

“ You seen that, didn’t you? “

“ Yeah, I did. “

“ Jess, I’m sorry. “

“ For what? “

“ I had to tell them. “

“ I know., I’ll see you in a few. “ He ended the call.

I tossed my phone on the seat and let out a breath. When I pulled up to the bar, Jessie was leaning on his car.

“ What did you see? “ I asked.

“ Started with your drive with Dean. “

I shook my head.

“ I don’t get how they found us. “

“ I can find that out, that’s not what I’m worried about right now. “

“ What are you worried about? “

Right then, I heard my Dad’s car. I let out a breath when he parked next to me and got out.

“ You wanna explain, now’s the time. “ My Dad looked Jessie into the eyes.

“ I’ll call you. “ Jessie said, looking at me.

I glanced at my Dad got into my car and left.

“ What have you been doing with my daughter? “

“ I’ve been helping her Sam. “

“ Be a little more specific. “

Jessie told him everything, but left out the hunt. 

“ I don’t like this. That’s my blood Jessie, you have to understand that it’s nothing personal. “

“ But it is. You don’t trust me because of what you went through and I get that, but all I want to do is help. “

Sam knew he was right to some extent.

“ She’s not a kid anymore, I can’t tell her who she can and can’t see, but I will tell you one thing. “

Sam stepped face to face with him, only towering over him by a few inches.

“ If anything happens to her, I’m coming straight for you. “

“ Fair enough. “

With that, Jessie got into his car and sped off.

I was on my way back to the bunker when my phone went off again.

“ Yeah. “ I said, putting it on speakerphone.

“ Wow, you even sound like a Winchester. “ A woman’s voice said.

“ Who is this? “

“ I’ve got something of yours. He’s quiet handsome ans seems to know what he’s doing, he’s got that Winchester style. “

I knew exactly who she was talking about.

“ What do you want? “

“ A face to face chat with you, of course. “

“ And why would I do that? “ I asked, pulling onto the side of the road and closing my eyes. I concentrated on her voice as she spoke.

“ Because if you don’t I will eat this handsome Devil right up. “

 I knew exactly where she was, but I had no idea what she was.

“ You’ve got an hour to get to the Stars Motel, room 16. “ 

 The line went dead and I punched the steering wheel. I dialed Jessie’s number.

“ I was just about to call you. “ He said.

I took in a breath.

“ I’ll meet you there okay. “

“ Okay. “

 I pulled back onto the road and made my way to the motel about 10 minutes away. We walked up to the room and we stepped inside, my gun in hand. When we came inside, we were in a huge gym.

“ What the hell. “ I said.

When I looked at him, I was in his head.

“ A trickster, why? “

“ Because, I wanted to meet the newest Winchester. “

Right when I seen him, I knew who he was.

“ He’s not a trickster, his name is Gabriel. He’s an “

“ Arch Angel, I’ve heard of him . “ Jessie finished my sentence.

Gabriel smirked at me.

“ You really do look like your old man, but you’ve got your Uncle’s attitude. “

“ Where’s Chase? “

“ Oh I only got a glimpse of that hunk. “

“ Then what the hell do you want from me? “

“ I can’t believe after everything we’ve been through, I had to hear from a Demon that Sammy had a daughter and with Demon blood. “

I pinned him to the wall by his throat.

“ Let’s skip the small talk. “

“ Defiantly Dean’s temper. “

He took my arm from his throat with ease and I back up. 

“ You’re not locked up, so I take it you haven’t heard the news. “

“ What news? “

“ Someone popped the cage. “

“ Excuse me. “ I said, my anger snapping.

“ He’s out? “ Jessie asked.

“ And looking for a new vessel. “

I ran my fingers through my hair.

“ Why did you come to me and not my parents or Dean? “

“ Because you’ve got power kid. “

He glanced at Jessie.

“ Listen, I’m going to drop in on your little family, just thought I’d kill 2 birds one stone. “ And with that, Jessie and I were back outside of the motel.

My mind was going a thousand miles a minute.

“ Go talk to them, I’ll you in a bit. “

I shook my head and he moved my face to look at him.

“ Tessa, everything is going to be alright. “

“ Where are you going? “

“ I’m going to track down his vessel. “

“ How? “

“ I’ve got connections. “ Don’t worry I’ll call you in a bit, “

“ Be careful. “

He smiled, then kissed me softly.

“ Go.”

“ Alright. “

“ Wait a second. “

He put his hand on my ribs and I felt a rush of heat.

“ Did you just. “

“ I’m gonna do whatever I can to make it harder for him to track you down. “ He smiled.

I kissed him again, then got into my car and went back to the bunker. I pulled up next to the Impala when my Dad came running outside,

“ Are you okay? “ He asked.

“ Did you see. “

“ Gabriel, yeah he told us everything. Where’s Jessie? “

“ He went to track down his vessel. “

He knew I was barley keeping myself together.

“ Come on, let’s go get a drink. “

“ Whiskey? “

“ Dean’s good stuff. “

“ Jessie is tracking down his vessel. “ Sam said as we came inside.

Dean didn’t say anything, but handed me a glass. I shot it back and looked at Rebecca.

“ Can I talk to you? ‘

“ Bring the bottle. “ Rebecca smiled, walking to her room.

“ What’s up? “

“ I want to help. If all of this is going to happen, I need to be able to do something. “

She let out a breath and we talked for about an hour.

“ So they know everything? “ I said, finishing my 3rd glass.

“ Gabriel didn’t tell them everything. “

“ But you seen everything, “

“ Tessa, I know what you can do and I just want you to think before you do anything. “

“ I know. “

All of a sudden I got a feeling in the pit of my stomach, that I had never felt before.

“ You alright? “ She asked.

“ Yeah, I’m just exhausted. “

Rebecca watched me pass by Dean and  go into my room without saying anything. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I did know one thing. I grabbed ,y phone and dialed a number.

“ Tessa, “ Chase answered.

“ Where are you? “

“ I’m in Houstin, Tessa, what’s going on? “

“ Meet me at Sherry’s bar in 2 hours. “ I ended the call.

I pulled on my jacket and headed for the door,

“ Where are you going? “ Bobby asked, looking up from his lore book. 

“ Tell them not to worry, but there’s something I have to do. “

Chase was leaning against his car when I pulled up beside him.

“ Tessa, what’s going on? “ He asked, the moment I stepped out of the car.

“ Get in the car. “

“ Not until you tell me what’s going on. “

I took in a deep breath.

“ Someone popped Lucifer from his cage. “

“ So what does this mean? “

“ We don’t know yet, but what  do know is that you, are a weakness so I can’t have you where you can get hurt. “

“ This doesn’t have to be a bad thing Tessa, we can use that against them. ‘

“ No. “

“ I’m not asking your permission. “

I grabbed his arm before he could get into his car.

“ Chase come home with me. “

“ To the bunker, that’s where I’m going. “

“ No, home.” 

He knew where I was talking about. He looked at me for a minute, then closed his door.

“ You’re gonna stay? “

“ I need some time to clear my head. “

“ Alright. “

After the long 6 hour drive, I pulled up to my old house and my phone rang. I answered it on speakerphone.

“ Bobby said, you left 6 hours ago, where are you? “ Dean asked.

“ I’m fine  Dean, I’m safe, off the grid. “

I looked at Chase and took in a breath.

“ And so is Chase. “ I took his off speaker phone.

“ You’re with Chase? “

“ Gabriel used him as a pawn to get to me, you know Lucifer will do the same. “

Dean knew I was right about that.

“ You took him home? “

“ Yeah, call me if anything comes up. “

I ended the call, got out grabbed my bag then stopped at the door.

“ You alright? ‘ Chase asked.

I shook my head, then opened the door.

“ Yeah, I’m alright. “ I lied closing and locking the door behind him.

By the look on y face, he knew I was lying. He stood face to face and looked down at me. His eyes locking with mine and I broke.

“ Tess. “

“ Chase there are things that you don’t know about me, things I can do. “

“ Then tell me. “ He said softly.

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[ellaofoakhill]

Mother’s Malt, Part Three

The shrimp was untouched when they returned to the kitchen. Meline checked the temperature, and professed it nearly ready. Havel nodded, and his belly gave a great rumble. Ella gave a grunt of acknowledgement.

Meline clutched her medicine bag. She turned away from the roasting crustacean, and sat opposite Ella, staring at her until Ella looked up.

“What, Meline?” she asked. Havel loudly prepared a pot of tea.

Meline toyed with the strap on her bag. “I understand being upset that someone has snuck into your home,” Meline said. “I would be too. And I would be outraged if anyone flipped through my private musings like Vedris through the morning paper.

“But you only seemed watchful and concerned when we realized someone trespassed into Oakhill. And you were already angry when we saw your room.” She groped for words. “If you can tell me what the whiskey means, it might help you clear your head, and help us catch this burglar.”

Ella looked down at her hands for so long that Meline thought she wouldn’t answer. “My mother was a baronet in the Fey Queen’s court,” Ella said. “My father was a knight.” She shrugged. “Well, his mother was, so by birth, he was counted among the nobility, albeit he occupied the lowest rung of that ladder.

“Pops and I were close. He taught me how to work metal, though as a wood fairy, he couldn’t teach me much about iron.” She smiled. “His eyes were full of proud tears when I showed him my first steel knife.” The smile faded. “Mother and I were… distant. She would ask how went my studies, and I’d ask after affairs at court, but… we never just… talked. I wondered sometimes if she loved me at all, or if she was trying to be nice because I was her heir and required grooming.

“I was twelve hundred years old when the War began. Pops was a knight, but by blood only; his training with sword and shield had been cursory. He went as my mother’s armourer and squire. Mother, however, was skilled in magic and in warfare; she was a captain under Alluzandra.” Meline recognized the name. “But I think, like my father, she was at heart a peaceful soul.”

A small smile tugged at Ella’s lips again. “She loved growing things, even though she was a fire fairy. The day she and dad left—I stayed to run the estate—she gave me a bag of barley and a lump of bronze. She told me to bring as much joy with them as I could, in my own way. And she would love to see what I made of them.”

“So, in the Fey spring, I planted the barley. I watered it. I weeded it. I cut and threshed and harvested it. Again and again, through many long years. The bronze I made into a ploughshare, a scythe, and the instruments of distillation. The first two saw much use in those years.

“When I had grown that barley for twenty-seven years—enough to fill three valleys—I distilled it, and the instruments I’d made were well-used. I knew little of wood magic, but Pops had taught me some, and I consulted my younger sister, also a wood fairy and far more inclined toward gardening and growing things, and she helped me. So I worked, tweaking and modifying my brew, until I had a serviceable whiskey. I sweetened it with caramelized honey, and poured it into oak casks, to age until my mother returned and could sample it.”

There was a pause. The kettle started to boil. “After fifteen hundred years of fighting… Pops came back.” Another pause.

“I left Fey soon after. I gave the estate to my sister, who runs it with Pops now.” Ella met Meline’s eyes. “I didn’t realize my mother loved me until it was too late for me to tell her I loved her in any way but writing. That whiskey was supposed to be the start of something better than what we’d had.” She looked above the sink, at the sheaf of barley hanging over the window. “Every century, on the anniversary of her death, I return to Fey. I visit the Iron Field where she died, and Sycamore Rill, our family’s hall, where she’s buried. In both places, I pour a chalice of this whiskey, and have a glass myself. Sometimes Pops has one, too, but usually he leaves the two of us alone.”

Ella took a breath. Meline almost missed the hitch in it. “This cask was the last of it.”

Havel blew his nose with a sound like a muffled horn. Meline took the kerchief he offered her.

“So,” Meline hiccoughed after they’d mostly dried their tears, “do you feel a bit better?”

Ella wetly chuckled. “I’m not about to kill anyone now.”

There was a knock at the door. “Hello?” Ella was up in an instant, reaching for the handle and her pole.

“Wait!” Meline held up a hand. “Felix?”

A pause. “Yeah.”

Ella mouthed “You know him?” Meline nodded. Ella took an enormous breath. “Enter.”

The door opened. Felix was almost a head shorter than Meline. Like her, he wore neither boots nor shoes. His walnut hair would’ve been wild if he didn’t tie it down with a rag that might once have been blue. He had a small moustache and a beard that grew nowhere but on his chin and lower lip, not because he groomed it—anyone who looked at him could tell that wasn’t the case—but because it couldn’t be bothered to grow anywhere else.

Ella’s frown was deeper than a gorge. “Why have you broken into my hall and gone through my things?”

Felix looked more ashamed than Meline had seen him in a while. He glanced at her, then looked back up at Ella. “I mean’ no ‘arm. There was this big snake, ‘n’ she chased me up t’ this tree, an’ I dipped in through yer barn door. I—”

“Felix,” Meline said, “was this a black she-snake with light stripes?”

His head practically vibrated up and down. “Aye! Said she was Famofus er somthin’, but I didn’ stick around t’ hear more!”

Ella sat down. “How… how did you get into the stable? I have fairy bells on the door.”

“There was a fairy horse walked in same time I did,” Felix said, “startled ‘im a bit, near got kicked fer it.”

“I would imagine so,” Ella said. She sighed. “Why wander about my hall like a thief? If you’d come and explained yourself, I’d have given you a bath, a meal, spare clothes, and a bed. And more, likely, as you’re Meline’s friend.”

“No one was home,” Felix said. “Saw the shop downstairs, ‘n’ young’un there workin’,” Havel blinked at this description of him, “cursin’ up a storm, an’ left ‘im be.”

Ella spared a glance at Havel. “I cracked the sardonyx inlay I’ve been working on for a month.” He looked at Felix. “Did you bump anything on the wall as you closed the door?”

“I might’ve.” He registered Havel’s tone. “Sorry. No one else was ‘ome that I could see. Kitchen smelled nice, though.”

“About what time did you run into the stable?” Meline said.

Felix scratched his chin. “Just after moonrise?”

“So minutes after we left,” Ella said. She held the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger. “And going through my things? Misplacing them everywhere?”

“Felix is the actual worst when it comes to putting things back where he found them,” Meline said.

“‘arsh,” Felix said. He had the smallest smile on his face.

“But true,” Meline said. She was almost smiling herself.

“You were in my room,” Ella said. She sounded more exasperated than angry.

“I know I knocked over two books in the big nice bedroom, so I—”

“Did you read them?”

Felix and Meline shared a glance. Meline snorted. “I can’ read,” Felix said. Ella’s jaw dropped. She looked to Meline.

“Also true,” Meline said. “Felix is less literate than a botfly.”

“Also ‘arsh,” Felix said.

“Tellin’ it like it is.”

“Alright, alright,” Ella said, raising her hands. “So: Felix ran into my house because Thamnophis chased him; He found Havel in the shop in a temper, and accidentally shut off the lights; He wandered around looking to see if anyone else was home, bumping into things and replacing them in the wrong spot.” Her look turned quizzical. “Why, once you realized we were here, didn’t you reveal yourself?”

Felix cocked his head. “I never ‘eard a soul ‘til shortly before young’un here took a swing at me.” He looked up at Havel. “Not mad, defendin’ yer ‘ome, I get it.”

“But things have been moving around on us this whole evening,” Havel said. He looked like he was still adjusting to “young’un”.

“This is a big house,” Meline said. “The dining hall alone has three separate entrances.”

Ella nodded, staring for a while at nothing in particular. Eventually, she gave another sigh. “If it weren’t for the cask you spilled in my cellar, I wouldn’t actually have much issue with what you’ve done during your ‘stay’ here.”

“Fair,” Felix said. His eyes lit up. “The whiskey, y’mean?”

“Yes,” Ella said, “and for it, I’ll require—”

“It’s fine,” Felix said. Ella’s head snapped up. “I knocked over the little barrel when I put my arms in yer cellar, an’ I cracked it. So I switched it t’ another one. I’ll show yeh!”

The whiskey was in fact in another cask. Ella confirmed with a sniff and a taste. She held the cask tight to her chest for a moment; Meline saw a tear leak from her eye. She came up and wrapped an arm around Ella’s waist. Ella leaned her head on Meline’s.

Once she’d regained her composure, Ella turned back to Felix. He somehow looked even shorter. Just as Ella was about to speak, his belly gave a huge rumble.

Ella blinked. “Have you… when was the last time you ate, Felix?”

He counted on his fingers. “Six days ago?” At her raised eyebrows, he looked only the slightest bit defensive. “I’m a walker. We see the world, we live nowhere, an’ we take nothin’. I wouldn’ steal food if I ‘adn’ eaten fer twice that.”

Ella nodded. She thought a moment. “I won’t lie, you’ve made some unwise decisions tonight. But none that caused any lasting harm, and none that you can’t pay for.”

“Pay?” Meline said.

“I can chop wood,” Felix said, “and maybe add a room to Oak’ill, if you like.”

“Oakhill has enough rooms,” Ella said, shaking her head. “Cut and split a pound of wood for me, and I’ll count myself compensated.” She held out a hand. After a moment, Felix took it. “Now, shall we celebrate the Autumnal Equinox?”

 The smell of roasted shrimp filled the dining hall. She was shelled, and laid out on a platter with herbs and berries. Felix looked flabbergasted; Meline could see him swallowing, probably to counter his watering mouth.

Ella raised her goblet. Meline noted her tired, relieved smile.

 “Winter soon shall sally forth

From coldest waste in frigid North.

Balanced now twixt stars and sun

Remember we the Summer’s fun.

“Cherish warmth and scrumptious food,

And friends who lift the darkling mood.

Autumn’s here from west to east,

With milk and honey in jar we feast.”

 As Ella carved the shrimp and Havel served mashed potato and salad, Felix nudged Meline with his elbow. “Does ‘er lordship play Fiz Bind?”

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