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xcherryerim · 18 days

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Uncover (My Pretty Boy)

Marv x gn!reader

notes: guys i’m so sorry but tbh i didn’t really try with this one bc i know not a lot of ppl won’t read it but still wanted to write for marv.

After inviting your friends over to your house that you shared with Marv, you noticed how badly they talked about your boyfriend so, you screamed at them to leave, sadly Marv saw everything.

In the dimly lit room, the tension hung heavy in the air as Marv stood there, tears glistening on his cheeks beneath the red superhero mask he always had on. As you approached him, You could sense the weight of his pain and insecurity overflowing him.

"You heard, didn't you?" you asked, reaching out to gently cup his face. "I'm sorry my friends said those things about you, okay? You know I don't think that way," you reassured him, thumbs circulating his cheeks to ease him down.

With a trembling hand, you brushed his hair aside to get a better look at his face, noticing his black eyeliner smudging. As you try to clean it up he flinched and avoided your gaze, looking away instead to the door your friends rushed to a few seconds ago. His body hunched over as if he was once again the bullied kid on the playground.

"Yeah, I know you yelled at them pretty bad..." he responded hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. Finally, after a few long moments, he managed to lift his head and look directly at you. The ceiling lights making his teary eyes shine brightly.

"You don't think I'm weird, right?" he asked, his voice wavering while he bit his lip, a habit of his when he was anxious.

Smiling reassuringly, you grabbed him tightly, causing him to gasp a little, his puppy eyes opening wide. "Everyone is weird in their own ways, Marvyn," You replied, using his full name tenderly. "But you? You're the most sane person I know."

The shared laughter filled the room, and Marv pulled you close, wrapping his arms around in a closer embrace, and you could feel how your hearts beat in sync with one another. After a few moments, he pulled back just enough to look at you, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yeah, right," he murmured, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You laughed softly and reached for his mask, intending to remove it, but he grabbed your wrist gently, halting your movement. "I don't want to take it off yet..." he whispered, his hazel globes reflecting a mix of insecurity and fear.

Standing there, uncertain of what to do, you realized that despite dating Marvyn for four months, you had never seen him without his mask. You knew now that it wasn't due to an obsession with superheroes, as you had initially assumed; rather, it was a shield he used to protect himself from the world, especially from his past.

"Please?" You begged, pouting playfully, as your eyes were filled with determination.

Marvyn hesitated, his voice barely audible. "But if I take it off, you'll think I'm—" His words trailed off, worry etched across his features. His hands fidgeted with the end of his shirt.

In an attempt to ease his anxiety, you interrupted him, using a tone deliberately cheesy. "I'll think you're the most precious angel sent from above," you declared, hoping to coax him into removing the mask. To your delight, he let out a soft giggle, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Besides," yoh added, "your mask doesn't hide your face that much, you know?"

"Yeah, I'm aware," he sighed, his breath hitching as you trailed gentle kisses along his neck, easing his tension.

"Please?" You reiterated, voice soft and persuasive.

He hesitated, stammering before finally nodding.

Heart racing, you carefully removed the mask, eyes widening at the sight beneath. Your breath caught in your throat, and with a soft smile, you murmured, "You're so..."

Marvyn groaned, trying to grab the mask from your grasp, his eyes darting around the room in a mixture of panic and embarrassment. "This was a bad idea," he protested, his voice shaking slightly.

You snatched the mask away, holding it between your fingers as if it were a precious artifact. "Pretty," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you gazed at his exposed face. The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion, and Marvyn's eyes fluttered shut as if he couldn't bear to look at you.

Once finished, you lifted his chin, showing him an honest smile, happy to see your boyfriend's unobstructed face. "Pretty?" Marvyn repeated, his face flush with embarrassment at the compliment. His eyes snapped open, locking onto yours with a mixture of shame and vulnerability.

Nodding, you gently took his arm, guiding him toward the bathroom where you planned to help him remove his smudged makeup. Initially, he resisted, his body tense and unyielding. But you persisted, your touch gentle yet firm, until he finally relented, allowing you to assist him.

"I love you more than anything," You whispered softly, Your hand tenderly wiping away the layers of concealment he used to hide behind.

Marvyn sighed, his voice filled with doubt. "I know it's just hard to believe that you do because," he admitted. "How can you date someone like me?" he questioned.

The room fell quiet for a few seconds, and you swore you could hear your heart breaking at his question. How could you not love him, should be the question. You knew what happened with your friends brought him back to the past he desperately tried to avoid.

Your response was prompt, hand resting on the back of his head as you continued removing his makeup. "I'm weird too," You countered, the connection deepening as you both shared this private moment, as imperfections laid bare before each other.

"But look at me," Marvyn groaned, a hint of self-consciousness in his voice. "You deserve a boyfriend who won't embarrass you.”

You silenced him with a firm grip on his jaw, leaning in to capture his lips in a passionate yet quick kiss. His chapped lips rosed against yours desperately.

"Fuck them," You whispered against the rim of his mouth, pulling back slightly. "It's just you and me." With a wink and a smile, you led him to the couch, softly placing his head on your lap as you played with his brownish hair. Trying to bring some sort of normalcy to the night.

The room was filled with the sounds of his favorite superhero movie, creating a comfortable atmosphere between the two. Inside, however, Marvyn was struggling with an internal debate before finally finding the courage to speak.

As he stood up, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. He took your hand in his, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I think I'm ready," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You looked into his eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability there, and your heart melted.

"For what, baby?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I want to sleep with you," Marvyn confessed, his face flushing with embarrassment. You could feel his heart pounding against your hand, and you knew this was a big step for him. In the four months you'd been dating, you'd never slept together, content to let him take things at his own pace. And you were fine with that, knowing that he needed time to feel comfortable around you.

"Are you sure? I said I'm willing to wait until you feel ready," you reminded him gently.

He held your hands tightly, his lips brushing against them as he insisted. "I am ready. Please?" His eyes were filled with a desperation that broke your heart, and you knew you couldn't deny him.

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. “Let’s start with something simple for today, okay? “

you began to kiss him through his clothing, overpowering his apprehension with tender, lingering touches, ensuring that you wouldn't overwhelm him by stripping him completely. As you undid his belt and slowly unzipped his pants, you could feel Marvyn's body twitching at the slightest touch, aching for more.

You paused, concern etched on your face. "If you want me to stop, just tell me, alright?" You say, making sure to respect his boundaries and give him a clear outlet for his feelings. He nodded softly, his eyes locked on yours, his anticipation palpable as you slowly slid down his boxers, revealing him to you.

"Of course," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he watched your every move. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, and without any further hesitation, you began to pump him gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He let out a soft whimper, his head rolling back in pleasure while his eyes were shut.

"You okay?" You asked, needing to ensure he was still certain about this.

He nodded, his eyes opening slightly, a soft smile on his lips. "Yes, just keep going, please," he breathed, his body tensing up in anticipation.

As you continued to pleasure him, you noticed how rigid his body was, even though he seemed to be enjoying it.

"Hey," you whispered, stopping momentarily, "it's okay to let go and enjoy yourself."

Marvyn sighed, nodding, and allowed himself to fully relax into the experience. His eyes closed once again, and you saw a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. Encouraged, you resumed your ministrations, watching as his body slowly loosened up and gave itself over to the sensations. His breath started to hitched, and he moaned softly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders for support. Your heart swelled with pride at being able to give him such pleasure.

"It feels nice…" He whimpered out his eyes opening slightly to look at you work him out, his voice filled with pleasure.

Hearing his words made you feel like you were doing something right, and you continued to stroke him gently, adjusting your pace to match his rhythm. "Good, glad you're enjoying it," you said softly, keeping your gaze locked on his.

His eyes closed once more, and he leaned into you, his body trembling slightly. You could sense he was close by the way his legs kept twitching, and you wanted nothing more than to make this experience perfect for him. With a final surge of momentum, you increased your speed, watching as his entire body froze up before he cried out in pleasure, eyes wide and face flushed.

As his orgasm subsided, you held him close, allowing him to catch his breath. "That was amazing," he whispered, looking up at you, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. You smiled shyly, feeling a surge of happiness at his praise. "Glad you liked it," you said, trying to play it cool despite the warmth spreading through your chest.

He sat up, pulling you into a warm embrace, hugging you tightly. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible against your chest. "That...that really meant a lot to me." You returned the hug, knowing that you had done something special for him today.

"I'm happy that you let me do that for you," you responded, kissing his cheek. He smiled, a small, genuine smile that lit up his face. "I'm happy I let you do that too," he said, running his fingers through your hair. "I needed that."

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness. This was what it was all about – making each other feel good, and being there for each other when it mattered most. You knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together, and you were excited to see what the future held for the two of you.

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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How about Y/N as Natasha Romanov’s kid but they’re also going to Nevermore and dating Wednesday Addams.

Y/N, on a call with Natasha Romanoff…

Y/N: yes mom, I promise my girlfriend is amazing! You’ll love her…I love you too. Bye.

Wednesday: so which knife will your mother like? Butcher or pen knife?

Y/N: mom’s always been a fan of the Bowie knife.

Wednesday: she has excellent taste. We’ll have to introduce her to my parents.

#wednesday fluff #wednesday is a softie at heart #wednesday imagine #wednesday jenna ortega #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday 2022 #wednesday #jenna ortega #Romanoff reader #Natasha Romanoff #marve #black widow

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honey-minded-hivemind · 3 months

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Meet Mini Wolver-bee-ne, or Mini Lo-bee-n! The last picture should give a small idea of their sizes. He also sent a little heart in one picture💛

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #Marv-bee-l!#Wolver-bee-ne!#Lo-bee-n!#Mini Lo-bee-n!#Mini Wolver-bee-ne!

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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 2 years

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Wanda: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

SW: What’s up your ass this morning?

Y/N walking in: Good morning

SW: Oh nevermind

Wanda: Wait!

Y/N: You’re just jealous you didn’t get any last night

SW: no I’m not…

Wanda: You ate all her candy

SW: I don’t think that means I have to sleep on the couch!

#marve #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff #the scarlet witch #the scarlet witch x wanda maximoff #the scarlet witch x reader

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kingofvipers · 7 months

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#x male y/n #x teen!reader #x gn reader #avatar x male reader #x child reader #x ftm reader #fluff #marve #wednesday #supernatural #good omens #lord of the rings #fandoms x y/n #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn reader #x male reader #male x male

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alessiathepirate · 1 year

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Home Alone

ICE SKATING: Marv Murchins x fem!reader

Summary: Marv wants to go ice skating. She can't say no when he's smiling like that...

Notes:

English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

This is the first one I'm kinda afraid to post, but this man deserves some love.

Warnings: cliché romantic stuff that happen in every second romantic movie, tooth rotting fluff, stealing

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"Ice skating?" her voice was full of shock as she looked up at the tall male in front of her. "You want to go ice skating?"

The smile she got from the man was so heartwarming that there was no way she'll say no to the idea. She just shook her head with a small smile.

"Why do you want to go ice skating?"

"You said it yourself, didn't you? You can barely get away from your family."

She tried to laugh at his words, but in reality her stomach was full of those annoying little butterflies. He really remembered what she said to him. He cares about her, right?

She didn't know Marv Murchins for long. She bumped into him one or two weeks ago, when her family - the McCallisters - sent her to the grocery store for a few things - what in a family like hers meant at least four, well packed bags. It wasn't uncommon for her family to send her here or there for things they want. She was the oldest sibling so it wasn't even that surprising for her - but if she wanted to be honest, it was the best thing they could've done that day.

Even though Marv was too flirty for her liking at first, he turned out to be a funny yet adorable goofball - and now, two weeks later he grew on her. She couldn't imagine how she'd have survived these past weeks without him. Especially because her cousins slowly but surely invaded the house again.

"And with that you also give yourself an opportunity, right?" she asked teasingly, watching his expression change.

"You'll see, ma chérie."

Truth is, she was horrible at ice skating, mostly because she did it once or twice in her life, but definitely not more. As she stood right next to the frozen lake where people were already enjoying themselves with actual talent, she felt slight discomfort. She'll make a fool out of herself, won't she?

It's not like it matters. Marv fell more times she could count on both hands the last couple of days and they laughed it off happily. So what's wrong with her being a clumsy fool this time?

"Can you ice skate?" she asked as she looked up at him with questioning eyes.

"You can't?"

She tried to hide behind her scarf as her cheeks turned red. It wasn't because of the cold.

"Not really, but for you I'm willing to try."

He gave her one of those cheeky, drunk-like smiles - seemingly he only smiled like that when he was next to her.

She already had the ice skates on and she silently prayed to God that she put it on the right way. She looked up at him again and smiled shyly.

"You know, you don't really look like a guy who has ice skates at home." she said as she tried to get on the ice without falling. She had to grab onto his arm for that.

"Oh, these aren't mine."

"What, you stole them or something?" she asked jokingly as she concentrated on her steps.

"I borrowed them..."

"Yeah, sounds like you stole them." she giggled, but soon let out a quiet scream when she almost fell on her face. Luckily she grabbed onto Marv's arm in the last second to save herself. "Sorry."

"Not a problem, ma chérie." he said using the flirty nickname again, what made her punch him gently on the arm.

"Hey, no need for name calling!"

"Well next time I can just let you fall."

"You wouldn't dare!"

Marv slid a bit backwards and she let out a small scream. Her grip on his arm tightened as she tried to slid after him and saving herself and Marv from a potencial fall - but if she wanted to be honest, he would've deserved it.

"All right! All right, I get it..."

"Do you?" he slid backwards again, but this time he escaped her grip. She stood there unsure about herself with shaky legs. She felt like a newborn doe.

"Yes, just- please, Marv- don't leave me alone!"

"I'm right here hun." he tried to hold in a giggle.

"You know what I mean, Marv!"

"Gimme your hand darling."

She tried to reach for his hand unsuccesfully. Seeing his grin she let out an annoyed growl. "Come on! You are too far!"

"You can do it hun."

"Will you catch me if I fall?" she asked with a shy smile.

" 'Course I will!"

"You promise?"

"I promise, ma chérie."

This time she blushed when she heard the nickname, but she tried to concentrate on the task in front of her.

All right, just do it like you did it fifteen years ago - when you were trying to ice skate the last time... The problem was the fact that last time she almost broke her arm.

She leaned a bit forward and bent her knees - what was a bit difficult to do, because her legs turned to jello. Now that she did the two - and only two things - she remembered her father teaching her all those years ago, she tried to do her best to improvize.

She slowly slid forward on the ice and tried to reach out for Marv, who skated backwards with a grin on his face. She held back an angry whine as she skated towards him again.

"See? You're doing grea-"

But he spoke too soon, because in the next moment she fell forward, bumping into Marv who tried to keep both of them up - but failed miserably. They both landed on the ice with a quiet puff. She did her best to land on her hands and not fall on top of him, but that attempt was unsuccessful.

"God, I'm sorry." she said as she pushed herself up on her hands.

Now they were eye to eye - and Marv seemed to be lost in his own world. He looked at her with a dreamy expression and with a cheeky smile. His cheeks were pink, but that was probably because of the cold - at least that's what she told herself.

"It's fine..."

"Thanks for catching me..." she let out a small chuckle.

"No need to say thank you for that."

"If you will say some corny pick up line like 'I guess you just fell for me', I will hit you."

"But you did, didn't you?"

She was about to do what she promised, but he stopped her. "Who will help you up if you hit me?"

She just rolled her eyes with a smile.

A few moments later they were up again. This time Marv held her hand as they slowly started to skate all around the lake, doing their best to try and not bump into anyone. They were talking to each other about the silliest things possible as she did her best to concentrate on her legs.

"The weather won't get better, huh?" she asked the poetic question as it started snowing. The snowflakes fell on top of her head, making her hair white.

"Why? Are you cold?"

"Just a bit, but it's all right."

They skated by a group of teens when Marv stopped and turned to her with a chocolate-brown scarf in hand. "Would you like a scarf?"

She looked up at him in disbelief. "Where did you get that?"

"I borrowed it." he answered as he gently put the scarf around her neck.

"Thanks." she said not knowing what to think about the sudden gift.

"No problem, just think about it as an early Christmas gift from me."

"Oh, so now we're on the gift giving level, huh?" she teased.

"Of course we are. But for Christmas I'm gonna give you something special. How do you feel about snow globes?"

She just laughed as she grabbed his hand again. "As long as it's from you, I'm gonna love it."

#homealone #marv murchins #marv murchins x reader #fluff #merry christmas #home alone #fem!reader #marv murchins x fem!reader

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longwuzhere · 11 months

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Some cool Easter eggs I caught watching My Adventures with Superman that I want to show to people so they can be in on it with comic book readers pt2

Episode 1 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 3 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 4 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 5 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 6 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 7 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here and here

Episode 8 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 9 of My Adventure with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 10 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

(SPOILERS obviously):

An obvious one, but a classic, the "up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Superman!" line reference. This one never gets old.

Jimmy next name drops Flamebird. in the comics Nightwing and Flamebird were Kryptonian superheroes adopting their names from a species of Kryptonian birds. This is where Dick Grayson gets his Nightwing identity from. The page here is from Who's Who: The Definitive Directory of the DC Universe #17 (1986) drawn by Curt Swan and Karl Kesel.

At the climatic battle of part 2 of Adventures of a Normal Man, we see Leslie Willis become blue and look more like her traditional Livewire look. Her first appearance was in Superman the Animated Series, season 2 episode 5 "Livewire" where she was voiced by Lori Petty, a.k.a. Tank Girl. In the show Leslie was a shock jock radio DJ slinging hot takes live on air knocking down Superman a peg or two

Obviously MAwS took Leslie in a whole different direction, design choice, and occupation change, but I am excited to see what happens next for her.

Before we see Clark battle Leslie we see this guy. White hair, wears orange and black, its Slade Wilson a.k.a. Deathstroke. This fool here in like 20 to 25 years will have his life spiral out of control and get his ass kicked by a bunch of colorfully dressed teenagers.

Deathstroke makes his first appearance in New Teen Titans #2 (1980) (W: Marv Wolfman and George Perez, P: George Perez, I: Romeo Tanghal, C: Adrienne Roy, L: Ben Oda) where he is hired by H.I.V.E. to kill the Teen Titans. In the comics he's a major piece of shit, but a damn good assassin.

After the fight we see Supes clean up and he picks up a billboard that reads Amazotech.

This is a good reference to Professor Anthony Ivo, a mad scientist of the DC Universe who built the Amazo robot who could adapt and replicate any power that the Justice League has and weaknesses. Both Ivo and the Amazo robot make their first appearances here in Brave and the Bold #30 (1960) with the cover art done by Mike Sekowsky and Murphy Anderson.

At the end of the episode Slade name drops Task Force X better known as the Suicide Squad. The name "Suicide Squad" is from the Brave and the Bold #25 where it was the name of Rick Flag's unit in the military. The Suicide Squad pop culture knows first debuted in Legends #3 (1987) as seen below (W: John Ostrander and Len Wein, P: John Byrne, I: Karl Kesel, C: Tom Ziuko, L: Steve Haynie).

The team at this time was composed of Rick Flag, Bronze Tiger, Captain Boomerang, Deadshot, Enchantress, and Blockbuster. The team members have changed out with each new Task Force X/Suicide Squad iteration.

Behind Slade, here is Amanda Waller, the most fearsome woman in the DC universe. She's ruthless, politically powerful, and will not hesitate to blow up anyone in the Suicide Squad if they screw up. She makes her first appearance in Legends #1 (1987) same comic series in the previous picture. Very excited to see where My Adventures with Superman goes with this cuz you don't see Superman interact with Deathstroke or Suicide Squad all the often.

Link to Episode 1 of My Adventures of Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Link to Episode 3 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Link to Episode 4 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Link to Episode 5 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Link to Episode 6 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Link to Episode 7 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here and here

Link to Episode 8 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Link to Episode 9 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Link to Episode 10 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

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zepskies · 5 months

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Smoke Eater - Part 16

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

🔥 Series Masterlist

Song Inspo: “Run to You” by the Pentatonix

Word Count: 6,200 Tags/Warnings: Physical altercation, perilous situations, fire hazards, injuries, angst, Nick and Azazel being evil psychos.

Part 16: “Break Down the Gates”

The holiday couldn’t last forever. Eventually, you had to go back to work.

Dean didn’t like it, and neither did you. Hell, even Sam had tried to find an opening in the district attorney’s office for you. Unfortunately, all of the positions you were remotely qualified for were filled.

And as your bills had to get paid, it meant you had to take Betsy all the way up to the 22nd floor of the Savage & Co. building on a Monday morning.

Dean was already calling you.

You couldn’t answer until you got off the elevator and away from its shitty reception, but you let out a sigh before you called him back.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Hey, sweetheart. How you doin’?” Dean asked.

“I’m good. I just got to my office,” you replied. I was also fine 20 minutes ago on the road.

You had to be patient though. You knew he was worried about you, now for more than one good reason.

“Good. Got your taser all charged up?”

“Yep, it’s in my purse,” you said. You closed the door to your office and locked it. “Which is going in my desk. You’re at the station?”

“Yeah, having my coffee right now.”

“Okay, tell the guys I said hi.”

“Will do,” said Dean. “You need anything, just call me. If you can’t get ahold of me, call Cas, or Sam, or even my dad.”

“I promise I will,” you replied. “I have to get to work here, but I hope you have a good day. And be safe.”

“That I will,” he promised in turn. “You too, baby.”

You smiled.

Once you hung up with Dean and got settled at your desk, you started by powering through your work emails. All too soon, however, there was a knock at your door. You fought against the tremor of unease that ran up your spine.

“Who is it?” you asked.

“It’s Marv,” replied your coworker, through the door. “Since when do you lock yourself in your office?”

You let out a breath and smiled. You got up and went to let him in. “I’ve found that people are less likely to interrupt me when they can’t get in.”

When the door opened, Marv gave you a look of begrudging acceptance.

“I hear ya,” he said. The man was a hermit himself, so if anyone was going to understand your self-barricading, it was Marv.

He handed you a hard-copy manilla envelope containing his monthly report, because he also had a disdain for email.

“Why don’t you give this to Nick yourself?” you asked with a frown.

Marv held up placating hands. “Because he’s an ass, and I can only deal with so much idiocy in my life.”

“Then give it to Josh! He’s the new Senior Manager,” you pointed out.

“Josh kisses Nick’s ass. Therefore, he’s become an even bigger idiot,” Marv replied. “I’m telling you, my constitution just can’t bear it.”

You rolled your eyes and took the folder from him. “All right, get outta here. I’ll deal with this.”

“Thank you,” he said, inclining his head. He soon left to return to his hole of an office. You’d only been in there once. It had been stacked to high heaven with books and loose papers. You didn’t know how the man functioned, but you assumed it was equal parts caffeine and Prozac.

So you took the report, and you went up to the 30th floor for the first time in months.

You went down the hall to Josh’s office first, but you could hear from the other side of the closed door that he was locked in a meeting with one of the more difficult clients.

You could come back later, or just drop the folder off with Nick’s assistant.

You went back down the hall and found that Nick’s office door was cracked open, but you weren’t about to go in, even just to deliver a simple report. You didn’t want to speak to him, let alone enter his office.

His assistant was out on a break, it seemed, so you couldn’t just give it to her. You contemplated leaving it on her desk with a note. But that’s when you heard the voices coming from within the office.

“As you know, my father’s back in town,” you heard Nick say. You inched closer to the door and cautiously peeked through the three inches of space in the doorway. There was another man inside, slightly taller than Nick, but leaner. He was dressed casually, in jeans and a plaid shirt. His long arms were crossed as he listened.

You could tell by the way he stood, however, that this wasn’t an associate from one of their accounts. He didn’t look like a businessman or a lawyer. The way he stood was sharper, more calculated even in his laxness.

Your brain caught up with the conversation as Nick continued to speak.

“We’re working together on this,” he said. “Keep an eye on the cop. Wait for an opportunity.”

“Together, huh? Azazel has his orders. You trying to take his place?” the other man replied. His voice was thin and nasal. You saw his profile, however. His eyes were dangerous.

Your gaze widened at the implications of his words though. Azazel?!

“Dad agrees with me. The guy’s not getting the hint, so we’ll need to remind him who really makes the rules,” Nick said.

You blinked in shock. Holy shit…Nick’s father is Azazel.

You clasped a hand over your mouth before the gasp could escape. A sharp breath still echoed through the hall. The men’s heads began to turn, but you did as well—away from the door and booking it down the hall as quietly and quickly as you could.

Your heart pounded while you searched for a way out of the hallway, out of plain sight. You found the nearest bathroom and went into the women’s. It seemed empty, at least.

There you rushed into one of the stalls and locked it. You realized that you had your phone in your pocket, and you took it out with trembling hands. Your thumb hovered over Dean’s name as panicked breaths escaped you.

But the more you thought about what you’d heard, and Nick’s ominous threat about a cop, you found yourself scrolling lower in your contacts. You called John Winchester.

It rang a few times, and all the while you made silent, fervent prayers. Pick up, damn it! You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears.

“Winchester,” he answered.

“John, it’s me,” you whispered. “Azazel’s here. Or, he’s not here, here, but I know who he is. Well, I mean kind of—”

“Okay, wait. Slow down,” he said. “What about Azazel? You know who he is?”

“He’s Nick’s father,” you hissed. Trying to contain yourself and speak quietly was not easy. “I met him once at a company networking event, like a month after I got hired. Daniel Savage. He built Savage & Co. from the ground up. But he handed off the reigns to Nick years ago.”

It seemed to take John a moment to compute on that one, but he eventually replied.

“You’re at the office now?” John asked.

“Uh, yeah!” you replied testily. “I’m hiding out in a bathroom stall.”

“Okay, take it slow, all right?” he said. “You’re gonna go back to your office, calm. Like you didn’t just hear what you heard. You’re gonna take an early lunch, and you’re gonna come straight to the precinct for me. We’ll make sure you’re safe.”

You took a deep breath to steady yourself as you nodded, even though he couldn’t see it.

“Okay. I need to call Dean,” you said.

“I’ll fill him in. Just focus on getting out of there,” John said.

You agreed, but you still felt shaky when you ended the call. No one had entered the bathroom, and it had been a few minutes already, so you chanced stepping out of the stall and into the hallway. That too was empty.

You sucked in another steadying breath. This time you went down the stairs to get back to your office. It felt unusually warm in the stairwell. Hot enough that you actually started to sweat on the way down to the 22nd floor.

Damn, did the AC break or something?

You made it back to your office, though when you opened the door, you were unable to be relieved. Nick sat in your chair at your desk. He gave you a smile.

“Good morning,” he said.

“You’re not supposed to be in here. Get out,” you snapped. You had no patience for another tête-à-tête with him today; especially after what you just saw.

And it hit you then. You were a witness.

You eyed Nick more warily. He had one of his gold golf clubs in his hand, and he leaned on it as he stood. He set up a putter’s stance next to your desk and hit a golf ball with a gentle swing. The ball rolled into your flat shoe.

“I want to go over that report you brought upstairs,” he said.

You shook your head and went cautiously over to your desk. Your purse was inside (you were kicking yourself for not taking it with you upstairs). Nick was too close to your desk for comfort, until he moved to retrieve his golf ball. It allowed you to move farther into the room.

“Anything you want to discuss can be done via email. Right now, I’m meeting a friend for lunch,” you lied. Your gaze was off the man for maybe a few seconds while you grabbed your purse from inside the desk. Another realization hit you in that moment.

How did he know it was me who brought the report?

By the time you looked up, Nick was shutting the door to your office. He tilted his head at you with a darker edge to his smile.

“You saw something you weren’t supposed to. Didn’t you, sweetheart?” he said.

You steeled yourself with a breath. You felt inside your purse, and your hand wrapped around your taser. You pulled it out and switched it on, pointing it towards him.

“Step away from the door or I’ll fry your ass,” you threatened. It lost its effect somewhat, with the way your hand was shaking, but it was a threat, nonetheless.

Nick raised his brows at you. He still had his golf club in hand. His movements were slow as he stepped away from the door, and closer towards you.

“Sure you know how to work that thing?” he teased with a shrug of his shoulders. “If I were you, I’d take a breath. Relax a bit. Come sit on my knee.”

That last bit was teasing, despite the way he eyed you, even now with a shade of desire. The kind that claimed and stole in its taking. It made you want to spit in his face.

“You’re a bastard,” you replied. “Turns out, the bastard apple doesn’t fall far from the bastard tree.”

“Watch it,” Nick warned. You saw the dangerous edge in his blue eyes. “That’s my dad you’re talking about.”

He swung the club at your head.

You managed to duck, yelping as it crashed into a lamp instead. You tried to run for the door, but that was when Nick grabbed you by the hair and nearly yanked the hairclip right out.

A short scream escaped your lips as you grabbed for his wrist. He shoved you hard into the wall, where you lost your footing and fell. Your head cracked against the accent table that once held the lamp, and your vision blurred on the way down. Glass crackled under your arm and bit into your cheek.

A strong hand grabbed you and hefted you up. You felt a trickle of wetness rolling down the side of your face as you stared up into his. It must’ve been blood, but all you could focus on was the satisfaction in Nick’s eyes. Finally, they seemed to say.

But then he paused. Confusion was written across his face.

“Do you smell smoke?” he asked. You both saw it climbing under the door of your office.

It was a distraction that broke you out of your frozen fear.

On pure instinct, you jabbed at Nick’s ribs with your taser. His hands fell away from you and he went down like an elephant, jolting and writhing on the ground. You gasped for breath above him while you realized what you’d just done. You tilted your head down at him.

No, you weren’t done.

You grabbed his golf club with your free hand. When he tried to reach for your ankle, you jammed the heavy club into his hand until he shouted in pain. For every moment of frustration, anxiety, and fear this man had caused you, you gave it back to him with one heavy swing of that club into his stomach. (And maybe one more for good measure.)

He doubled over, groaning, coughing a bit of blood. You tossed the golf club and grabbed your purse with a shaking hand. You left him where he laid.

As soon as you open the door, however, you were pushed back by the cloud of incoming smoke. You coughed and squinted against it, but your eyes widened again when you realized what was happening.

The building was on fire.

For some reason the alarms weren’t going off, but it was clear to see what was in front of you. Smoke was clogging the halls. People were rushing out of their offices for the stairwell. You couldn’t help glancing back at Nick; he was slowly pulling himself to his feet.

Part of you knew he might not make it if you left him, but when he looked up at you, with pure hatred, your fear overrode any mercy that might’ve made you turn around.

So you fled for the stairwell behind the small crowd. There were flames making their way down along with the smoke. That was all right, because you all were running in the opposite direction.

You had to blink a drop of blood out of your eyes, and you raised a shaky hand to a cut above your brow, which was also tender to the touch. You were bleeding, clearly, but you couldn’t think about that right now. You were just trying your best not to get pushed or trampled while you hastened down several floors.

The signs pointed to Floor 10 when you felt a buzzing in your pocket. It was your phone, you realized. You were about to fish it out of your pocket, but you were forced to stop short on the stairs, along with everyone else.

The flames were coming from the floor below as well, blocking your exit.

Once again, Dean frowned while checking his phone. You still hadn’t answered his text from an hour ago. Benny came to sit beside him on the couch in the firehouse common room.

“What’s got you spacin’ out?” Benny asked, noting his friend’s mood.

“I don’t know,” Dean admitted. “But I’ve got a bad feeling, Benny.”

Benny’s brows furrowed. “Why, what’s wrong?”

Before Dean could answer, his phone rang in his hand. He perked up to answer it, until he realized it was his dad calling. He accepted the call and brought the phone to his ear.

“Hey, what’s up?” Dean greeted.

“Thanks to your girl, we know who Azazel is,” John said. “Daniel Savage. Nick is his son.”

Dean’s heart dropped into his stomach; his shock was followed swiftly by worry.

“What? How’d she find that out?”

“She called me this morning. I told her to come straight to the precinct, but she’s not here yet. That was an hour ago,” John said gravely.

Dean’s eyes widened.

And then the alarm sounded overhead. Over the intercom the dispatcher reported a working fire at a commercial building. The address was the same as your work building: Savage & Co.

“Is that you?” John asked, once the intercom message was finished.

“Yeah,” Dean said. He was already up and out of the firehouse, getting his turnout gear on with the phone pressed to his ear. His heart was hammering in his chest, but his tone was rock steady.

“If she’s still in that building, I’m gonna find her.”

Firehouses 18 and 20 had already arrived by the time Firehouse 25 got to the scene of the Savage & Co. building. The flames were sky-high, consuming from the top and the bottom. Just by looking at it, Dean thought there had to have been at least two points of origin (where the fire was started). He doubted this was an accident.

“Okay, 25,” Chief Singer said to the entire Truck 79 and Rescue Squad crew. “House 20 got here first, so Chief Sanderson’s calling the shots. He requested our help in clearing the first five floors. Their crew is already on floors 30 through 20. House 18 has the middle.”

Dean went up to Bobby and spoke just loud enough for him to hear. He filled him in on what John had just told him about Azazel, and that you were most likely somewhere in the building.

“She’s in there, Chief. I have to find her,” Dean said.

Bobby saw the desperation in the younger man’s eyes, and he sympathized. “Have you tried calling her again?”

“She’s not answering,” Dean replied. “If he found out what she knows, he could be after her. That means she could be somewhere near the top.”

“Or she’s in the middle. Or she’s already out of the building,” Bobby reasoned. He quelled Dean’s protest with a raised hand. It then fell on the younger man’s shoulder. “I understand, son. But I’ve got a protocol to follow, and so do you, Lieutenant.”

Dean’s lips pressed together. He knew his rank and his responsibility, but you were in danger. You could already be hurt, or trapped, or…

Dean rounded up Truck 79 with swift, barking orders. After donning their helmets and masks, his and Benny’s team made their way inside. The first floor was wall to wall rolling flames. The heat was nearly overwhelming, like entering the gates of hell.

There was no moving safely through the first floor, so they had to move on to the closest stairwell and try to make it up to the second. Dean held Benny back for a moment.

“I’m going up! Stick with the guys,” Dean said. He had to raise his voice to be heard over the cacophony inside the stairwell.

Benny frowned. “What’re you doin’? You heard the Chief!”

Dean shook his head. He knew he was about to defy a direct order, but he couldn’t shake the gut feeling that you were still in the building somewhere.

“I’ve gotta find her,” he said.

“You think I don’t want to find Andréa?” Benny said. “She hasn’t answered my calls either. They could be anywhere, Dean!”

Dean clasped his friend’s shoulder. “You’re making my point, man.”

And he took off up the stairs before Benny could stop him.

“Damn it, Dean!” Benny shouted after him.

“Where’s he going?” Jack asked. He and Gordon were the only ones to hang back while the rest of their crew followed their orders and searched the second floor, not realizing that their Lieutenant was no longer with them.

“To go be an idiot,” Benny growled. But he wasted no more time. He followed Dean up the stairwell.

Gordon shared a quick look with Jack before he started his own climb up the stairs.

“You can follow protocol, or you can back up the Lieutenant,” Gordon called down.

In that moment, Jack made a decision. He followed Gordon and Benny.

You had to follow the rest of the crowd after you all couldn’t make it down the rest of the stairs safely. It landed you somewhere on the 10th floor, where the group scattered. Your head was aching, your heart pounded in your ears, and you didn’t know where to go.

You fled for the stairwell on the other side of the building, and in turning a corner, you smacked right into Andréa. You gasped when you caught hold of each other.

“Oh my God!” she cried, and she grabbed you into a hug. “Are you okay? Why’re you bleeding?”

“Catch up later,” you choked out. It was so hard to breathe; you were coughing every few moments.

She looked on you worriedly and let out a cough herself. “Come on.”

She pulled you along with her by the arm. You joined a smaller group that were heading for the opposite stairwell. Unfortunately, not all of you would make it there.

A piece of the weakened ceiling crumbled and fell in a fiery heap. Andréa had been just a couple steps in front of you, and it meant you saw it before she did. You pushed her forward so she would make it across. You were forced to stop short and protect your face from the embers.

You nearly tripped and fell back, but you used the wall to steady yourself. You looked up at the sound of Andréa calling your name. You found her terrified face. There was now a wall of fire separating you from her and the rest of the group.

“Keep going!” you coughed. “I’ll find another way.”

“No, I’m not leaving you!” she called back. She pushed away the man that tried to urge her on towards the stairwell.

“Go!” you shouted, even though it raked across your throat. You forced yourself to straighten up and turn away from her. The only chance you had was if there was a way around this hallway that still led to the stairs.

Oh shit, you gasped when you turned the corner. The fire was only getting worse. The building was being consumed, and you almost couldn’t see past a few feet in front of you with all the smoke. It stung in your eyes and clogged your throat.

You stumbled along until you found a room that you could escape into. It was another restroom. The fire hadn’t yet reached inside the women’s bathroom on this floor; maybe you could wait it out like you would a tornado.

Okay, clearly I’m fucking delirious, you thought. You huddled in a corner under the sink and tried and failed to take even breaths without coughing or panicking. You pulled out your phone with shaking hands and tried once again to call Dean. The reception was absolute shit in the entire building now.

It rang, and rang, and rang. Tears slipped down your cheeks.

But despite your dismayed thoughts, he actually answered.

“Hey! Baby, are you there?!”

Your mouth fell open in shock. You clutched at the phone. “Dean!”

You coughed, and you realized smoke was rising under the bathroom door now. The fire would spread here soon enough.

“Where are you? I’m here at your building!”

“Bathroom, 10th floor!” you managed to reply. “I couldn’t get out.”

“It’s okay. I’m coming right now,” he said. “Stay put for me.”

“Yeah,” you said, with a shaky breath. You couldn’t exactly leave. “Dean, don’t hang up.”

“I won’t,” he promised. “Where’s…r—oom?”

He was glitching in and out. You gripped the phone tighter in panic. “Dean?”

“Can…ear m…”

“Dean!” Your tears fell anew. You had another reason to struggle for breath as you tried to reach him.

You slid out from under the sink to try and get better reception, but it was no use. The call failed.

“Shit!” You nearly tossed your cell across the room out of sheer frustration.

Then you paced back and forth, trying to think of what to do. Should you leave your momentary shelter to go and find him, or would that just run the risk of him never finding you.

You didn’t know. You didn’t know what to do.

God, I’m so fucking screwed…

You slumped against the wall and tried to stifle your coughing, all while you also tried (and failed) to form some kind of a plan.

Until the bathroom door bursting open startled a scream out of you. Was the fire coming in?!

The move did allow more smoke to infiltrate the bathroom, but instead of the fire, you saw a firefighter in all his gear. This time, it did include the helmet.

“Fire Department!” he called out.

You would know that voice anywhere. And even through the mask, you recognized the man’s eyes when he went to you.

“Dean,” you sobbed. It was halted only by a series of lung-wracking coughs and wheezing. He quickly took his helmet and mask off so he could fit the mask over your soot-covered face.

“It’s okay, deep breaths. I gotcha, baby, just breathe,” Dean encouraged. His arm was around your waist, holding you close while the oxygen finally allowed you to take in slower breaths and relax against him.

“Okay, let’s get out of here, huh?” he said. He put his helmet back on.

You grabbed the front of his jacket. “Don’t you need the mask?”

You were still having trouble breathing, coughing on every other word. Dean shook his head.

“You need it more right now,” he said.

You realized that Benny was holding the bathroom door open.

“We gotta go!” he said.

“Benny, Andréa was here,” you said. His eyes widened behind his mask. “She got out, I think. She made it to the west stairwell.”

“Okay, yeah, because no one’s getting out the east wing,” Gordon said. You noted him standing just behind Benny, with Jack in tow.

“There’s a block,” you said, pointing just ahead where you saw the pile of debris. More parts of the ceiling had crumbled around it, making it a fiery minefield. There was no other way around it at this point—only through it.

Gordon and Jack went through first, followed by Benny. With their jackets and protective gear, they were able to jump through like a flaming hoop. And they would be able to help catch you and Dean from the other side.

“Okay, you ready?” Dean asked.

“If I say no?” you said, holding onto him tighter. His hand soothed over your hair. You’d lost your clip a long time ago (along with your purse), so your hair was probably wild and frizzy and covered in soot, along with the rest of you.

Dean grinned down at you. “Then I’d say, don’t you worry. I’m not gonna let you fall.”

Even now, through your fear, he could make you smile. You steeled yourself and took a breath. You could hear it so clearly with the mask on. That, and your own heartbeat.

He counted down to three, and on the last beat, Dean covered your head and shoulders and ran with you under the flame-covered ceiling. He managed to help you jump over the fiery debris on the ground. On both of your heavy landings, a wooden support beam fell.

There was a shout from Benny, but it was too late. All Dean could do was cover you. The beam broke over his back and knocked his helmet clean off. He took you with him when he fell.

Your scream rang out—half at the fall, but mostly for Dean. It was Benny who dragged you and Dean out first. Gordon and Jack took over hefting an unconscious Dean, while Benny hauled you up onto your feet and led you to the west stairwell.

You passed out just as you felt fresh air hit the mask.

You woke to bright, fluorescent lighting that made you wince. An oxygen mask covered your mouth and nose and was strapped around your head. You made a sound of discomfort and tried to take it off, but a hand stilled yours.

“Don’t.”

Eileen’s concerned face came into view. You were confused, though happy to see her.

“You’re in the hospital,” she said. When you tried to speak, she held up a finger to you. Wait, said her eyes.

She took out her phone from her jean pocket to text someone.

“Sam is coming,” she told you, before she drew closer to sooth a hand up and down your arm. You felt tears in your eyes at just that small comfort.

They fell in earnest when Sam entered your hospital room. His eyes held the concern of a friend and a brother as he approached on your other side.

“Hey, how do you feel?” he asked, laying a hand on your shoulder.

You wheezed a breath and rasped, “Water.”

Sam nodded and grabbed you a plastic cup filled with cold water. It felt like literal heaven once the mask was off and you were able to drink. He helped you while Eileen held the mask away from your face.

After you’d had all you could drink, he took the cup and Eileen placed the mask back over your face.

“Where’s Dean?” you asked, after clearing your throat. You still sounded like a chain smoker, and your head was pounding. “Is he okay?”

“He’s stable,” Sam said, with a sigh. But when he didn’t offer anything more, you raised expectant brows at him.

“What else?” you said. Your tone told him not to skimp on any more details.

Sam’s gaze met yours. “The beam burned through his jacket, on his back. It hit his head. They…had to perform a minor surgery to relieve the pressure in his brain, but he’s stable in recovery now.”

He was quick to add on that last bit when you began to crumble. Eileen encouraged you to breathe through your tears. The oxygen could only do half the battle if you didn’t breathe properly.

“I want to see him,” you said.

Sam frowned and held up a placating hand. “I don’t think that’s—”

You ignored him and tried to sit up. With or without his approval, you were getting out of this bed.

“Okay, you’re not listening,” Sam sighed, though he immediately went to help you. He shot Eileen an imploring look over your head.

She got the hint and helped you on her side. Together they helped you stand while you removed the mask, then the heart monitor and other wires taped to your torso.

The Emergency Department team had left your pants on, thank goodness, but they’d clipped through your blouse and bra. So the paper gown was mostly to cover your top half like a light blue poncho. It was a bit airy in the back, but Eileen held it closed for you. Right now, you didn’t care much about your modesty. You were also walking around the hospital barefooted.

At least Dean was on the same floor. It was just a long walk down the hall.

“Can you call Benny and ask how Andréa’s doing?” you asked, coughing a bit.

Sam eyed you in thinly veiled concern, but he agreed. The last he’d heard from Benny was that Andréa had been cleared by the paramedics with minor smoke inhalation. You were clearly worse.

Sam held you upright when you finally saw Dean. He had to guide you into a chair beside Dean’s bed, where he slept on his side. On his back was a large stretch of white gauze across his upper back, from nearly shoulder to side at an angle.

“The doctor said they’re only second-degree burns. It looks worse than it is,” Sam said quietly.

Eileen rubbed your back in the hopes that you’d stop crying.

You could only focus on the gauze, the smaller nicks and burns around Dean’s face, the bandage and thick gauze near his temple where they’d apparently had to drill into his skull. He also wore an oxygen mask, because if all that wasn’t enough, you were sure “smoke inhalation” was on the list, thanks to the way he’d given you his SCBA mask.

Gently, very gently, you took his hand. Your thumb swept over the back of it, over each knuckle.

“Did they say when he’d wake up?” you asked. You rubbed at your aching stomach. Does smoke inhalation cause nausea too?

Your chest was also tight. You’d head back to your room sooner or later and get the oxygen mask back on.

Before Sam could reply, you heard a groan below. You looked down at Dean with wide-eyed hope. It took a moment, but his eyes slid open. They were unfocused and dark, until they found your face.

You smiled tearfully. “Hey, baby.”

Your free hand caressed his cheek. His eyes briefly closed at your touch. When he realized you were holding his hand, he squeezed a bit. That was enough for you.

Just then, however, you had to let go of his hand. Whatever was left in your stomach from this morning seemed to be revolting. You turned your head quick to throw up onto the hospital floor.

Both Sam and Eileen called your name when you slid out of your chair and onto the floor. You blinked tears out of your eyes…or actually, it was black spots encroaching on your vision.

Sam pushed the chair out of his way to get to you. He gathered you into his arms and shouted for a doctor while Eileen went for the emergency button on Dean’s hospital bed.

The last thing you saw was Dean’s worried face out of the corner of your eye, before the blackness took you.

Dean could barely speak behind his oxygen mask, but Sam saw his worry as the nurses carried you away in a stretcher with Eileen following close behind. Sam crouched in front of his brother and clasped his hand.

“She’ll be okay, I promise. I’m gonna look out for both of you,” Sam said. “Right now, you need to sleep.”

Dean’s brows furrowed. In that small gesture, Sam also saw his stubbornness. He almost smiled. You and Dean were a match made.

“Just rest, Dean. I’m going now to check on her, but not until you close your eyes,” Sam said. It took another stubborn minute, but Dean eventually relaxed as well as he was able. His eyes closed as he fell back under the pull of medication and painkillers.

“How’s he doing?” came the voice of their father in the doorway. Sam’s expression morphed from gentle to austere. His head turned towards his father.

“How does he look like he’s doing?” Sam asked. “He had a burning ceiling fall on him. He has the mother of all concussions, and he just saw his girlfriend collapse.”

John was quiet, in contrast to his youngest son’s ire. He stepped into the room and watched his eldest. Sam saw the man’s age in the lines around his eyes, in his slow gait when he raised a gentle hand to comb through Dean’s greasy hair, mindful of his injuries.

“This shouldn’t have fucking happened,” said John. His voice was tired and gruff. Sam knew what the weight of guilt looked like, but what he didn’t yet see was regret. If John hadn’t kept digging, digging, Azazel wouldn’t have taken it this far.

Okay, Sam didn’t yet have proof that Azazel burned down the Savage & Co. building…but he didn’t believe in coincidences.

“No,” Sam said. “It shouldn’t have.”

“What the fuck was that?!” Nick shouted.

He was still dusted with soot and sporting some cracked ribs from the day’s activities. He’d stumbled into his father’s house, taken a bottle of bourbon from the man’s shelf and started drinking straight from the crystal glass.

Daniel eyed him coolly from the balcony, smoking a cigar. “Whatever do you mean, son?”

Nick was furious. He stomped over, not caring how expensive liquor was splashing on him.

“Why’d you burn the whole damn building?” he demanded to know. “I could’ve died!”

“Alistair got you out, didn’t he?” Daniel pointed towards his son with the hand that held his cigar. “See, unlike you, I think ahead.”

“I’m serious,” Nick hissed. “Our company is still important—”

“My company,” Daniel interjected, “is not that building. However, the building itself was a liability.”

Nick’s brows knit together in confusion and anger. “What the hell’re you talking about?”

Daniel took a long drag of his cigar, puffing in Nick’s face. The latter coughed. As if he hadn’t had enough smoke in his lungs today.

“Don’t you see?” Daniel asked, with a sigh that also said he wondered how he could’ve produced such a moron. “It puts distance between you and ‘Azazel’ if you’re also a victim of his threats. It destroys any physical evidence of me having been there, along with any files you would’ve eventually had to turn over to the police and the FBI.”

Nick let that idea sink into his brain. He realized that it did make sense…but he deflated as something else occurred to him.

“Uh…see, that would’ve worked, but, we have a problem,” Nick scratched his head. “Someone knows who you really are.”

By the time Nick finished explaining about you, and what you’d overheard, Daniel’s sharp gaze managed to strike fear into Nick’s heart.

Yet to his surprise, the other man’s temper didn’t blow. Daniel kept it all inside as he continued to smoke. Cigars tended to pacify him better than cigarettes.

His lips twitched at a humorless smile. “Well, that is a problem.”

“But she probably died in the fire, so we’re good,” Nick shrugged.

“No, I doubt she did,” Daniel sighed. “You’re not that lucky.”

He rolled his shoulders. Then he grabbed Nick’s arm and twisted, until his was crying out and pinned to the nearest wall. Daniel threatened to put out his cigar in the soft underbelly of the arm he held.

Nick looked up at his father with wide, pleading eyes.

“Like everything else, that girl is a problem I’m going to fix,” Daniel said. “Along with the whole Winchester brood.”

AN: 🫣 Don't hate me lol. It gets better for them, I promise. But we have a few more chapters left to go and a few more twists in store!

Next Time:

The first time Dean was awake for longer than a few minutes, he asked about you.

Sam wasn’t surprised. He was frankly relieved that he had an answer for his brother.

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Family Vacation

buckle up, it's a long one!

Young dad!Harry x Young mom!Reader

For reference, here are all the kids' ages:

Simone: 12 Collette: 9 Maeve and Julian: 8 Geneva: 4 Natalia: 3

2025

“All right, here we go. Simone?”

“Here.”

“Colette?”

“She’s helping GiGi put her shoes on upstairs,” Simone replied, standing next to Harry by the front door of the house. She was dressed comfortably in a pair of sweatpants and one of Harry's old crew necks, a pair of leather sneakers on her feet. He'd tried to talk her into a different pair of shoes for the flight, but she was going through a sneaker phase at the moment and wouldn't hear it.

Harry nodded at his oldest child and continued. “Great. Twins?”

There was no answer. Looking up and down the front hall of the house, Harry wondered where two out of his five children were. “Maeve? Jules? Come on, we’re going to be late!”

There was more silence, and Harry silently worried about what his most troublemaking children were up to. But after a minute, he heard the sound of feet running around upstairs, and a few seconds later, the twins bounding down the staircase headed for Harry and Simone. Harry looked them over to make sure they were dressed and ready to go. They were, but had switched shoes again—Julian in his sister’s sparkly pink ones and Marve in his plain black sneakers. Neither Harry nor Y/n knew why they switched their shoes, and sometimes their clothes. It was always a toss up when they came down the stairs dressed for school. Sometimes Jules and Maeve were in their own clothes, sometimes they weren’t, and sometimes they were in some sort of combination. After the first couple times it happened, Harry and Y/n stopped questioning it; as long as they were fully dressed and out the door for school on time, it didn’t really matter to them.

Not even batting an eye at the twins’ shoe switch, he asked them, “Ready?”

“Ready!” they said together, following their older sister out of the house and into the car.

Harry waited for his three remaining children, smiling when Colette and Geneva skipped down the stairs together. GiGi ran over to him and leapt into his arms, and Harry caught her, kissing her cheek and fixing the little hat she was wearing. Five down, one to go.

"Mama! You ready to go?"

"Almost!"

"We're gonna be late!"

"Saying that doesn't make me go any faster!" Y/n called back.

Harry shook his head at his wife, but waited for her patiently by the door all the same, double checking in his head that they had everything in the car—suitcases, iPads, sunblock, passports, chargers, etc. GiGi played with his hair and babbled in his ear while Collette ran off to the car with the rest of the family, curly hair bouncing with each step.

After a couple minutes, Y/n came down the stairs with Natalia in her arms, a tiny backpack resembling a giraffe on his youngest daughter's back. Y/n looked a little frazzled as she went out the door, but Harry didn't comment on it, just took the diaper bag from her and locked up the house once everyone was outside.

"I just spent the last twenty minutes trying to get her into the pull-up," Y/n explained.

"Does she really need it? She wears underwear now."

Y/n looked at him. "Do you want to deal with an accident thousands of feet up in the air?"

"Good point."

They got in the car in silence, and Harry did one last headcount before starting the car. "Does everyone have everything?" Y/n asked one more time, which meant Collette was unbuckling and running back into the house for something, Julian not far behind.

"Are we really doing this?" he muttered to her.

"We're really doing this," she murmured back.

"God help us."

The drive to the airport was full of chatter, the way it always was when Harry drove all six of his children somewhere. Maeve and Julian were off in their own little world, GiGi was singing along to what she thought were the words to the song on the radio, Colette was talking about the science project Y/n helped her finish from the window seat behind him, and Simone was sitting in the backseat with… Daniel, the boy she had asked to invite a couple weeks ago.

Harry remembered the night his daughter came into his and Y/n’s room as the two of them were getting ready for bed with utmost clarity, remembered how Simone switched from foot to foot and didn’t meet either of them in the eye as she asked if she could bring a friend on their family vacation. Of course, Harry told her, not sure why she was acting so nervous. Her friend Melanie was always welcome to join them on their family outings.

But Y/n knew better, as she always did when it came to things like this. She hardly even reacted when Simone clarified that it wasn’t Melanie, but a different friend. Daniel.

Harry immediately wanted to say no once he realized why his daughter was acting so shy about asking if Daniel could come, but his wife subtly pinched his side to keep him quiet while she told Simone yes and that she would call Daniel’s mother in the morning to make sure it was okay. Harry kept his cool while Simone thanked him and Y/n, kissing each of them on the cheek before leaving their bedroom with a wish goodnight over her shoulder. The second Y/n heard the door to her oldest daughter’s room shut with a soft click, she picked up a throw pillow off their bed and whacked him with it.

“Ouch! What the hell was that for?” he asked, giving his wife an incredulous look at her actions.

“You better be on your best behavior,” was all she said, not apologizing for her pillow attack.

Harry rolled his eyes, trying to pretend like he wasn’t freaking out on the inside. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said innocently, getting under the covers of their bed after turning the lamp by their bed off.

Y/n turned it back on, not believing him for a second. “I mean it, Harry,” she said, using the same stern voice she often reserved for their kids. Crawling over to him so that she was perched on top of him with her legs on either side of his waist, she poked him in the chest. “Be-have.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” he tried to reason, but he already felt resentment bubbling in the pit of his stomach towards this Daniel person. When his wife gave him a look that told him she still wasn’t convinced, he sighed. “I’m not ready for the boys, or the girls,” he added as an afterthought. Simone never talked about it, but Harry and Y/n always kept an open mind about such things. “She’s too young for dating.”

Y/n raised her eyes heavenward, clearly exasperated by her husband. “Harry, how old were you when you had your first kiss?”

Harry grumbled under his breath, which made Y/n grin just a little. "You're not helping."

“We're so far off from that anyway, love. He's just a friend from school. And a nice boy. I've driven him home from school a few times. He's an only child. He could use a dose of...us.”

Harry kept quiet, crossing his arms and pouting because while he knew his baby was growing up, that didn't mean he had to like it. Knowing he didn’t have any sort of argument for that, Y/n continued. “She needs friends, H. Don’t you notice how she rarely invites anyone over to the house?”

He had noticed, but she was also constantly across the street at her friend Melanie’s house. “I know that, but…She’s my baby.”

Y/n’s eyes softened. She shuffled around on the bed until she had her arms wrapped around him, her fingers as soothing as they always were as they ran through his hair. “She is, and she always will be, so be happy that your baby asked if her friend could come with us on vacation instead of sneaking out of the house to see him.”

That image did nothing to relax Harry’s troubled thoughts in the slightest. He wanted to be comforted by the memories of Simone sleeping between him and Y/n, of when she was so small and only wanted to be in Harry’s arms when they went somewhere, of first steps, first Christmas, first everything. He didn't think they were at the stage of first boy.

“Hey,” Y/n said quietly when Harry remained quiet for a few minutes. She knew her husband had a hard time seeing Simone grow up. He loved all their children equally, but his bond with their oldest daughter was a special one. In a time of uncertainty and chaos, Harry saw their daughter for the first time and she’d become a beacon of light and love. The day he became a father was the best day of his life, and he had been protecting and loving Simone ever since.

"He really is just a friend. You think I would be okay with him joining our vacation if he wasn't? She's twelve, H."

Harry sighed, pouting his lips just a little. "I know. But can you freak out a little with me so I don't feel like the only crazy parent?"

Y/n chuckled and kissed his cheek. "But who would reason with you? Remind you about the beautiful resort we're staying at," she said, planting another kiss, this one closer to his ear. "And the master bedroom that's on a whole separate floor from the other rooms in the suite." Another kiss. "All the alone time we'll have once everyone is asleep."

She continued to whisper in Harry's ear about all the things she wanted to do with him once they were on vacation, one of which made his eyes widen.

"Really?"

"Mmhm."

"You mean it? We can—"

He didn't even want to say it in case he jinxed it, but it didn't seem like his wife was joking. Y/n nodded, tracing his lips with the tip of her finger. "You know I don't joke about that."

He grinned, the reaction almost involuntary. Kissing her once, twice, three times, Harry responded with, “I love you.”

There was silence as Harry and Y/n continued to kiss, long and lazy ones that made Harry nearly forget about Daniel, especially as Y/n’s leg draped over his middle and his hands moved under her sleep shirt. Nearly. “He better not try anything, or I’ll—”

“Your best behavior,” she intoned, hovering just above him as she used her stern voice again. “Think of the alone time.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Why do I get the feeling you enjoy telling me what to do?”

“It gives me a rush,” Y/n said simply, pecking him on the nose. Harry flipped her over so that her back was against the mattress, his lips were just barely touching hers as he told her it was his turn to make demands.

For the next couple weeks, Harry had removed Daniel from his mind. But the time had come to drive to the address Y/n had given him when they got in the car. He hadn’t paid much attention to where each of his children were sitting until he waved at Daniel, then raised his brows slightly as he climbed into the back row to join Simone. He wasn’t a huge fan of that, but then Geneva accused him of not singing along to the song that was playing, and because he could never turn down singing with his daughter, his mind was temporarily occupied.

That didn’t stop his eyes from flicking to the rearview mirror every few minutes to check up on Simone and her friend. He eyed the blonde hair that came down to the boy’s shoulders, the leather cord necklace that peeked out from under his shirt, the warm tan he had from spending time in the sun. Was this her type? Harry thought. She’s too young to have a type. She’s too young for all of this—

“Daddy, where are we going?”

Harry focused back on the road in front of him, making the proper turns that would take him to a more secluded parking lot of the international airport. Harry waited until he parked the car to answer Maeve’s question, helping Valen out of her car seat and resting her on his hip. “The airport, peanut. We're going on our vacation, remember?”

Harry and Y/n didn't take the kids on proper vacations very often. It was hard for the whole family to be in one public place together without being noticed, and it was even harder now ever since the documentary came out and their family was brought into the limelight. People relentlessly tried to get pictures of Harry with any one of the kids, which only pushed them to go out even less or take even more extreme measures to ensure no one knew where they were.

But they all still deserved a vacation. Y/n and Harry researched and researched until they found the right place—somewhere remote enough that they could be left alone, but big enough to fit their family and had the facilities to ensure privacy. And somewhere fun. Everyone needed to have fun.

So they decided on a fancy island resort. There was plenty of activities for the kids, a big villa that accommodated their big family, and a spa for Y/n to relax. In a lot of ways, Harry wanted this to be the honeymoon he and Y/n never got to have. They would be strapped down with six, now seven, kids for most of the time, but they'd be watching them in a very nice resort.

Harry did another headcount when they got to the airport to make sure he had all of his kids and Daniel, then led them all to where a security guard was waiting to take escort them to the airport lounge where they would wait to take off, with Y/n rounding out the back so no one got left behind. As they came into the airport, in public where everyone could see them, Harry looked behind him for Julian, knowing he didn’t love having so many sets of eyes on him. As was the side effect of being their father, all of the Styles children were used to or at least familiar with being photographed in public places or seeing large crowds of people in the most mundane of places. However, Jules was very shy and sometimes had a hard time with the shouting and the phones pointed in his direction.

Harry turned back with Geneva still in his arms to take Julian’s hand. At only four years old, Harry and Y/n tried to keep her and Natalia from having their picture taken the most. They’d done it with all of their children when they were babies, gradually letting them get used to all of the craziness. The documentary sped things up a bit, but outside of the kids' small appearances, Harry and Y/n made sure they were hardly seen in public. It was why Geneva was wearing her little knit hat with daisies on it, the brim wide enough to shield her face should anyone try to nab a picture of the four year old. Y/n pushed Natalia in a stroller with the hood extended low over her face so all one could really see was her little legs.

To Harry’s surprise, Jules was holding the hand of his oldest sister. It wasn’t shocking that Simone was holding her little brother’s hand in a situation like this, she often did so with one or two of her siblings when they went out together. But today she was with a friend, with Daniel. Harry figured she would want to just hang out with him, but there Jules was, laughing at something Simone’s friend had said, not at all bothered by the people pointing their phones in their direction. Smiling, Harry reached out a hand for Maeve to take, and she happily obliged, Colette falling in line next to her.

When they finally got settled in the lounge, there was still a good amount of time before takeoff. The twins were on one side of him and Colette next to them, Simone and Daniel on his other side, and GiGi bouncing up and down in his lap. Julian and Maeve were off in their own little world again, only this time they took Colette with them as they played with a couple of the toys Harry packed for them in a backpack. Y/n was gone, having taken Natalia for one last bathroom trip before they boarded the plane

Trying to heed his wife’s instructions, Harry did his best not to eavesdrop on Simone and Daniel’s conversation, focusing on Geneva, who was more than happy to have all of her father’s attention. She squished his cheeks with her hands, pushing them up and down into various frowns and smiles.

Y/n came back just as Collette began to bicker with the twins. "Harry can you," she said, gesturing vaguely toward the three kids.

"Yep. On it."

By the time he settled the argument, it was time to board. The whole family was up and shuffling toward the gate, Harry leading everyone so he could hand over boarding passes to the woman waiting for them. "Have a wonderful flight, Mr. Styles," she said warmly, smiling at each child as they walked past.

Thankfully, they boarded before everyone else, which gave Y/n and Harry time to get all their kids settled in their seats. "Alright, change of plans. Maeve, sit with Collette, Jules you're with—"

"Daddy!"

"O...Kay. JuJu's sitting with Daddy. Simone and Daniel, you'll sit across from me and Natalia. Daddy, you got Geneva?"

"Yep. Come here, peanut."

Snacks and iPads were passed out, and everyone was quietly waiting for takeoff. At first, Harry and Y/n used to feel bad about using technology to get their kids to quiet down, but now that they were six against two they did whatever they could.

"You have a wonderful family."

Harry was immediately on high alert. He was always hyper aware of strangers around his kids, but especially with Geneva and Natalia. They were so young, they didn't deserve strangers getting in their faces and all that.

But he supposed that having six kids, plus an extra, quietly entertaining themselves on a nonstop flight was something to be proud of. Looking up from where he'd been opening a pouch for Julian, Harry gave a close-lipped smile at the flight attendant who'd spoken. She looked about a few years older than Harry and Y/n, and if she recognized Harry, she didn't let on.

"Thank you. It's our first big vacation."

"That's so fun! It must be hard to travel with all these little ones on your own."

"Um..." Harry wasn't sure what the woman was insinuating. He looked across the aisle, but Y/n was completely occupied with Natalia. Her smile seemed sincere, though, so Harry just politely corrected her. "I'm married, actually."

"Oh! Sorry, I don't know why I—Gosh," she stuttered, a blush on her cheeks. "Sorry. Well, um, can I get you anything?"

"Juice!" Geneva piped in from Harry's left.

Harry gave his daughter a look and said, "How do we ask for things nicely?"

"Can I have some juice please?"

The flight attendant smiled and promised to be back in a moment, then left their section.

"It must be so hard to travel with all these little ones on your own," Y/n said, raising the pitch of her voice. She was still looking at Natalia, but clearly, she'd heard the whole exchange.

"Oh hush. She was just being nice," Harry chided.

Harry never realized how exhausting vacations could be. Between swimming under the sun all day and keeping an eye on seven kids, he crashed on the bed each night completely wiped out. And even though Harry and Y/n were an entire floor above the kids, they could still hear the giggles as Simone, Collette, the twins, and Daniel stayed up past their bedtime playing games. It was fun, it really was, but it was no honeymoon.

He'd have about a thousand pictures by the end of it all, though.

"Daddy, I want a lemonade!"

"Gi, I just asked you if you wanted anything from the restaurant," Harry said, doing his best to give her a stern look.

They were having a relaxing day at the resort's pool. Yesterday they went on a boat and went all around the island, and before that was water sports, and the day before that was—well, today they were just relaxing. The hotel had reserved a cabana that was pretty well removed from the other ones, giving them a bit of privacy, though other guests had kept their distance for the most part.

“Dad, we can take GiGi to get a lemonade. We wanted snacks anyway,” Simone said. At the word “snacks,” both Geneva up, looking to their father for approval.

Harry wanted to say yes, but he didn’t like any of his kids walking around on their own. At twelve, Simone and her friend were more than capable of going to the restaurant on the other side of the pool and coming right back, but there was always a chance of people following or coming up to her, and she thought the idea of walking around with a security guard was embarrassing, but it was usually the only way Harry and Y/n allowed her to go off on her own when they did things like this.

“Erm…You’d have to take Chris with you,” he finally said, nodding to the security guard who was currently sitting next to Natalia and seemed very interested in the water wings the youngest Styles was showing him. Chris was their family bodyguard and had become part of the family by this point. He was patient with the kids and played with them on occasion, but took his job seriously.

Simone didn’t answer right away. She looked at Daniel first, a question in her eyes. Harry knew it couldn’t be easy having to be tailed by a security guard all the time, especially when she seemed to already have a hard time making friends. So when Daniel just shrugged and said he didn’t mind, Harry actually felt a little relieved and hoped that this friendship would stick. Perhaps Daniel was all right after all.

Fishing out cash from his wallet, Harry passed it off to Simone and told her to come straight back and hold GiGi’s hand the whole time. Simone looked like she wanted to roll her eyes at her father’s grave tone, but she refrained and took the money and her sister’s hand. When they were gone, Harry sat back and sighed. His eyes flitted over the pool for a moment as he searched for his wife.

She was in the pool with Maeve and Julian, tossing them up and letting them splash in the shallower end. Harry cleared his throat and slipped on his sunglasses, trying not to stare too obviously.

Y/n wasn't even doing anything. But she just...she never failed to make his heart pound. And the swimsuit she wore wasn't helping. Her body had changed over the years, the same way his had, but he still thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and right now was no different.

Harry was debating joining his wife and kids in the pool or staying until Simone and the rest of his kids came back with Chris. But that decision was made for him when he saw her help the twins out of the pool.

"They put umbrellas in our drinks!"

Harry looked the other way and saw Geneva with a kids cup in her hand, a small cocktail umbrella sticking out of it. Simone and Daniel had their own drinks, and funnily enough, Chris had two.

"I want one!"

"Me too!"

Before Harry could say anything, Chris handed the two drinks over to the twins, who had walked up to the cabana with Y/n. Harry stood up and offered his spot up so all the kids could sit with their drinks without the risk of spilling them. He went over to Y/n, careful not to put his hands on her in front of the kids.

"You were staring," she murmured.

"Was not."

"You were."

Harry leaned forward and kissed the back of her head. "You would've had to be staring at me to notice."

"Mom, can Daniel and I go to the kids club? They have a ping pong table, and we wanted to play."

At the mention of the kids club, Simone's siblings voiced their desire to go too, but Harry could see the look on his oldest daughter's face. She'd been really great about hanging out with her younger siblings, but she deserved to play on her own with her friend.

"Sure, bug. Do you have your phone?"

Simone nodded, then squeezed Harry tight before running off with Daniel. His heart clenched as they left, but there were five other kids all vying for his attention. "Let's go to the water slide, shall we?"

Cheers went around the cabana. As they were all putting their cups down, Y/n came up behind Harry and squeezed his hand. "That was nice of you."

"Chris will check on them in a few minutes," was all he said.

"You're a good dad," she said, pinching his hip affectionately.

"You think so?"

"The best. "I wish we could sneak away so you could be the best husband for a little bit," she mumbled, kissing his bare shoulder.

"We'll have our moment," Harry assured.

"It would be even harder with another baby, you know that right?"

"Mm. We've always managed."

Y/n didn't say anything in reply, but Harry couldn't tell if it was because she didn't have an answer or because Geneva was poking her leg to get her attention.

"Can we go now?"

Conversation cut short, Harry and Y/n took the hands of their little ones and walked toward the waterslide.

"I'm so tired."

"I know."

"And sunburned."

"I know."

"It literally hurts to have my eyes open. I—What are you doing?"

"Shh," Y/n said, her legs on either side of Harry's lower back. "I don't have massage oil or candles, but I have aloe vera. Let me help you."

Harry couldn't have protested even if he wanted to. They'd spent the entire day at the beach, rounding the evening out with a quiet dinner courtesy of room service. All the kids were fast asleep, practically dead to the world, as soon as their pajamas were on, a first since they arrived a few days ago.

Mumbling some kind of assent, he let Y/n give him a massage. The aloe vera was cold on his back, her hands gentle but thorough as she rubbed in the gel and worked on the muscles in his shoulders and worked her way down. Harry groaned, sinking deeper into the bed as she began to apply more pressure.

"You've been such a good Daddy to the kids all week, hm?" she murmured in his ear, thumbs pressing into the muscles in his shoulders. "Planned this whole trip for us, work so hard so we can go to beautiful places like this, been so patient. Thought you deserved something nice."

It wasn't uncommon for Y/n to call Harry "daddy." When they were around the kids, they referred to each other almost exclusively as "mom" or "dad" or something to that effect. They were parents, it was part of their identity, and it certainly wasn't out of the ordinary. Daddy wasn't something that was inherently sexual to them, not when it was a word their children used regularly.

Though the gentle lilt of Y/n's voice and her hands on his back definitely had him turning his head to the side to peek an eye at her.

"Yeah?"

She nodded, still working out all the knots in his back. "Mmhm. So close your eyes. I'm gonna paint a nice picture for us."

Harry did as she said, focusing on her hands and voice.

"Imagine we're...twenty-two years old," Y/n said. "And...we just came back from the courthouse. The boys have finally left us alone for the evening."

The night they got married. They had to sneak out of their hotel rooms to do it, but Harry would do it all again in a heartbeat. "Mm. That was a good night."

"Yep. But this time, instead of putting Simone down and going to bed, we're packing for a trip. Our honeymoon. You planned the whole thing. Your mom agreed to watch Simone for a few days, there happened to be a break in the tour, and everything just fell into place so we could celebrate. Just you and me."

Y/n knew what Harry wanted this trip to be for them. She knew he always felt guilty about the finer details of their marriage. There was just never enough time for a proper honeymoon, and by the time there was, Y/n was pregnant with Collette. There were moments on the trip where they tried to slip away, but it just wasn't possible. Harry and Y/n were more than happy to spend time with their children, but a moment alone wouldn't have hurt, either.

"So we come to this beautiful resort," she continued, working her way along the broad expanse of Harry's back. "We drink too much champagne and sleep in too late because no one is jumping on the bed before sunrise. We kiss by the infinity pool and on the balcony and on top of a mountain after we've hiked to the top."

"Just kiss?"

"Easy. I'm getting to that. Where was I?"

"The top of a mountain."

"Right. And we make love everywhere. In the infinity pool, on the balcony, in that huge hot tub in our bathroom. For those few days, we don't care about getting caught or what people will see or think or say. We're so happy to finally be married, that the only thing that matters is us," Y/n said, leaving a kiss on the back of his neck, her teeth grazing the shell of his ear. "Flip over, baby."

Harry did as she asked, grinning when his eyes landed on her. Y/n normally wore a t-shirt and shorts to bed, but tonight she was in sheer pink, her breasts practically spilling out of the flimsy material, her hair framing her shoulders. She'd changed a lot over the years, and yet she was exactly the same. She still made him feel the same way she always had.

"We're not twenty-two anymore," he said.

"No, we're not," Y/n agreed. "But I still love you."

"I love you too, Mama."

Y/n leaned down and kissed him then, her body flush against Harry's as his leg slotted between hers. Their lips were chapped from spending the last few days in the sun, but that didn't stop either of them from getting more and more intense. Harry's tongue slipped into Y/n's mouth with ease, his hands rucking up her little pink blouse insistently. She lifted her hips to get her underwear off when his hands ventured there next but was quick to slide back against him, a smile forming on her lips when he groaned.

"I'm not feeling so tired anymore," Harry breathed, one hand dipping between her legs.

They could've been quick. After being together for so long, they knew what made the other get to the finish line faster, and had perfected it when free time came in brief, spontaneous moments. But Harry didn't want quick. All the kids were fast asleep, and he didn't think any of them would be waking up for a long time after the day they had. He wanted to take his time, and it seemed Y/n did too.

"Good. For a second there I thought you were an old man at the ripe age of thirty-one."

"You're gonna regret saying that in a minute."

Harry flipped his wife over so that he was hovering over her. Y/n's grin was full of mischief as she looked him over, her gaze fixated below his waist. She loved the moments where she could just admire her husband, and this trip had been full of them. So often she was stuck in full-mom-mode that she didn't appreciate how Harry still looked like he was cut from marble. His tattoos were faded with time, but they stuck out against his newly-tanned skin, there was a little more meat on his hips than when they were kids, but Y/n honestly loved him that way more. She loved his muscly thighs and broad back and his pointed nose and high cheekbones. She loved the smile lines by his eyes and the way his stomach jutted out just a little despite the muscle. She loved the soft parts and the hard planes. She knew every detail, every secret his body held. There was not one thing she didn't know about her husband or his body, and she was in love with every inch.

Y/n had been patient, she'd been a good mom this whole trip by not dragging Harry by the drawstring of his swim trunks and leaving Chris to watch the kids for an hour, she'd waited and waited for the right moment, for this moment. A few minutes ago, she could tell Harry was in the "make love" kind of mood, but she did away with that with a few choice words. She was usually all for it, but right now she really wanted a reason for them to be exhausted. Now, all she had to do was seal the deal.

Hooking a finger around his necklace and gripping him a little tightly between her fingers, she said, "Do your worst."

"Okay. It's our last night on vacation. What was everyone's favorite part?" Harry asked from his seat at the dinner table. "Maevie, you go first."

They were having one last dinner at the resort's outdoor restaurant. Their table was on a raised deck that stood in a shallow pool. The bottom of the pool was lit, making the water a blue-green color. There were lanterns in the palm trees, a warm breeze fluttering the leaves. Everyone was in varying states of tanned and sunburned—peeled noses, harsh tan lines, red shoulders and cheeks. The whole family plus Daniel were tired from days spent running around and swimming under relentless sunlight, but they were happy too. Content to go home tomorrow knowing that everything that could be done had been.

"I liked seeing the dolphins," Maeve said.

Each person at the table said their favorite moment or activity. From the hotel water slide to going tubing behind a speedboat to a whole day dedicated to shopping, all the kids enjoyed something different from the vacation.

"I liked when we took the Jeeps all over the mountains and Mrs. Styles drove really fast!" Daniel said.

Y/n smirked at Harry from across the dinner table as she cut up Geneva's food. He always had something to say about her driving—that she was too fast, that she drove like she was in a hurry when there was no reason to, and so on. Whether that was true or not, Y/n got to put her driving skills to the test with one of their activities. She took Simone, Daniel, and Collette in her car while Harry took the younger kids, and raced over the dirt path with them. It was bumpy, dusty, and full of sharp turns, but she and the older kids had a blast.

"You know, Daniel, I can't help but agree," Y/n said.

"What was your favorite part, Dad?" Simone asked.

"I think..." he said, taking his time to answer the question. "I think just getting to spend time with all of you was my favorite part."

"That doesn't count!"

"We all had to say something!"

"Boo!"

"Yeah, boo!"

"Y/n, really?"

Y/n shrugged when Harry looked over at her exasperatedly. He knew he gave a lame, sappy answer, but it was the truth. He knew his kids would give him grief about it, but he didn't expect his own wife to boo at him.

The night ended with one final walk on the beach. The kids all skipped ahead of Harry and Y/n, who were content to trail behind them and hold hands.

"We did it," Y/n said, twining her arm around her husband's.

"We did. With no trips to the local hospital, either."

"And," she added. "Daniel was a sweetheart. I think the twins are more trouble than he is."

Harry didn't want to be okay with Daniel when the idea of him joining the family on vacation was first proposed, but he couldn't help but agree with Y/n. He was nice, and hung out with all the kids, not just Simone.

"They're gonna give us hell when they're older aren't they?" he asked, referring to Maeve and Julian, who were currently wrestling in the sand.

"Definitely." They walked a few paces in silence while Y/n rested her cheek on Harry's shoulder. He was a linen shirt that was incredibly soft, and she would definitely be wearing it to sleep tonight. Then, as they got further down the beach, she said, "You were right, you know."

"About what?"

"Spending time with all our little monkeys," she said. "I'm glad we could give this to them. A trip with the whole family that's not just traveling with you on tour, you know?"

"I do," Harry agreed, kissing the top of her head. "I think I might have to give Chris a huge Christmas bonus, though."

Y/n chuckled. "He had fun too."

More silence, more walking and listening to the kids laugh and play by the shore. Then, "Our little monkeys aren't so little anymore."

"No, they're not," Y/n said. "But when they can play together far away, I can do this."

She stopped Harry in his tracks and tipped his head down to kiss him. His lips were light against hers, careful not to get too carried away. But it was nice to kiss out in the open, something neither of them would've ever thought was possible a few years ago. Their lives were so different now.

Harry kissed her a couple more times, his thumb tracing delicate patterns on the small strip of skin where Y/n's knitted sweater didn't quite meet her shorts. She looked and felt so cozy. All he wanted to do was get their kids up to bed and—

"Eeeew!" someone shrieked, it was too dark to tell which one of their kids said it. "No kissing!"

Y/n pulled back, but Harry held her close still. "What? You mean like this?" he asked before nuzzling his wife's cheek.

That got everyone going. Simone claimed Harry and Y/n were embarrassing her, Collette told them to stop because kissing was gross, and Maeve and Julian went straight for the tackle, going for Harry's legs until he playfully fell over. Once he was down, Natalia and Geneva joined their brother and sister.

If someone had told a twenty-two-year-old Harry that not only did he have six happy and healthy kids with the love of his life, but that he could hold his wife's hand and kiss her on the beach and play-wrestle with his kids without worrying who might see, he wouldn't have believed them. Hell, he wouldn't have believed them just a few years ago. But things were different now, things were good. Perfect, some might say.

And Harry definitely had to remind himself of that when one of his kids accidentally had him inhaling a mouthful of sand.

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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Oh man I'd love to see like rockstar!eddie buy his first big mansion with her and him wanting to have sex in every room. I just think it's so cute that she's his high-school sweetheart. I can just hear eddie being like "come on sweetheart heart let me eat you out infront of this big fire place tonight."

rockstar! eddie x wife! reader

HE’LL MAKE HIS NO. 1 GOAL TO FUCK YOU IN EVERY ROOM IN THAT BIG-ASS MANSION. i fucking love him. 😵‍💫

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eddie couldn’t exactly remember the whole scenario when he bought his first mansion here in LA. the earliest year of new fame had him only remembering the concerts, parties, fans screaming and bombastic sex with his wife. but the memory was a very memorable one, it was the one he cherished the most. knowing he went from living in hawkins, in a little trailer park, selling drugs, trying to make a buck back then to now buying a mansion, his own mansion with his own earnings from his passion and career.

even though the memory of living in hawkins was a sour one to him, it was still an important one knowing his uncle was the one who raised him alone in that miserable town before he took off to pursue corroded coffin. and now he thanked wayne by buying him first a house in a nice neighborhood before the mansion, when he got his first paycheck after corroded coffin’s debut album skyrocketed to the charts of billboard’s top 100. he was feeling extra cheeky when wayne practically hugged him tight that day, crying on his shoulder. never had he seen his uncle cried like that. and a month after that, he bought the LA mansion. he could taste the memory of you right beside him that day, how much you two changed yet still the same old highschool sweethearts back in ‘86.

life seemed to be almost perfect until it cemented that very faithful day, when you two moved in the mansion—

“eds, eddie—“ you huffed, back arching, hands planted on the stone tiles. water splashing around inside of the indoor jacuzzi, steam heating both of your bodies as eddie thrusted roughly inside of you. hair in a man bun, sweat glistening as he focused his eyes on where his cock was disappearing inside of your wet cunt. he was focused, he felt yourself tighten around him as his other hand detached from your ass, gliding down to rub on your clit. you gasped, grasping tightly on the floor as you let out whines as your breasts giggled at how rough he is.

well, he did say he was going to fuck you in every room in the mansion, wanting to bless it and all. it was a silly idea at first, but now it had you gasping at how relentless he is. and he was dead serious on making you cum right now.

“you close, baby?” he leaned down, still pounding into you, breathless and tone darker. you nodded as he kissed your neck, nipping the delicate skin as he worked his cock into you. you felt so tired as his other arm wrapped around your waist, leveraging you as you felt yourself slump a bit, a little too tired after fucking in the movie room and kitchen a while ago.

“you tired, huh?” he teasingly remarked. “don’t go slacking on me now, sweetheart. we still have 8 more rooms to go. i promised you to fuck you in every single one.”

“fuck me.” you muttered at that, how determined he is as eddie let out a laugh, roughly rubbing your clit as his cock abused your wet pussy making you cry out his name.

“i am.” he joked, gripping your boob as your brows furrowed at him. he continued his relentless pace, not stopping until the coil in your belly snapped and hot white enveloped your vision, cunt tightening around him as he let out a groan, following afterwards with one sharp thrust to shoot his load in your womb. water splashed everywhere as he gently let you go, making you slump at the wet tiles, panting breathlessly.

“fuck, that was so good, baby.” he leaned down to kiss your cheek as you groggily nodded, the cool air of the room sending shivers down your spine as his cum leaked out to drip down your inner thighs. eddie marveled at the sight of it making his spent cock slowly get hard again as he tapped your ass, wanting to move on to the next room making you groan loudly.

“c’mon, next room.”

“e-eddie, fuck you. i’m tired.” you pouted, slowly standing up to sit down back into the warm water as eddie stood up from the jacuzzi, getting a towel to wipe himself.

“but come on, sweetheart!” eddie protested, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you pinched his tummy making him yelp. “let me eat you out in-front of that big-ass fireplace in the living room. pretty please, baby?” he begged, kissing your lips as his damp hair sticked to his sweaty skin.

you bit your lip, taking in the sight of his physique as he caressed your hot skin making you squirm. you hummed, rolling your eyes before getting up, water splashing, bare body in front of him as he groaned, making grabby hands at it as you exited the jacuzzi. crossing your arms, slightly annoyed yet turned on that he’s made it his goal to fuck you in every room in the house. you’d comply, knowing how fucking lucky the two of you are to be living in this million dollar mansion. you’re proud of him for how much he’s now earned and had worked for, how could you say no to the love of your life and that pouty face he has on? you could almost get started in here again.

“fine. you better eat me out. i hate that fireplace.”

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lvrdrafts · 10 months

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Rescued by Love Final

★ Summary: Your brother Steve always hated you after your mother's death and when he finally gets the family's empire he is ready to sell you off to some toxic marriage but will the knight and shining armor save you or make it worse?

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Arranged Marriage

★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff

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The air in the room was heavy with tension, each heartbeat echoing the weight of their unspoken words. Bucky's eyes were filled with a mix of desperation and hope as he looked at you, his heart laid bare.

"Y/N, please," he implored, his voice a soft plea that seemed to hang in the air. "I know I fucked up and I can't change the past, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right."

His gaze locked onto yours, his eyes pleading for you to reconsider. "Please don't do this. I know I can be better for you."

Your eyes met his, a mixture of pain and indifference clouding your gaze. "Bucky, you don't understand. This arrangement was forced, and I've tried to find something worthwhile within it. I really did. We both knew it was poison from the start"

He stepped closer, his fingers grazing the edge of your hand as if reaching for a lifeline. " Angel, I want to fix this- build something better for us."

A humorless laugh escaped your lips, the bitterness in your voice unmistakable. "You're missing the point, Bucky. This isn't some fairytale where we can just fix the mistakes and forget the bad things prince charming did"

Bucky's grip on your hand tightened his voice a mix of sorrow and urgency. "Please, Y/N, let me show you that I can change, that there's still a chance for us."

You pulled your hand away from his, your voice resolute as you held your ground. "Bucky, stop your just hurting me more the more you talk. It's time for me to break free from this cycle of being someone no one cares about, please"

Your gaze met his, a tempest of pain and skepticism swirling within you. "Bucky, every word that left your lips was a lie. You left me feeling foolish for ever believing you were different." you say walking towards the door "Don't wait up, I need time to think about this"

Hours turned to night, and then into a new day. The sun had long dipped beneath the horizon by the time you returned to the place that had once held only pain. In your hand, you held a document that represented the finality you sought – the divorce papers.

Bucky's eyes widened slightly as he looked at you, holding his coffee tightly. He must have sensed the gravity of the moment, the weight of your decision. Silence hung in the air for a moment, the room seemingly holding its breath.

You walked closer, each step deliberate, your gaze locked onto his. His features, once so familiar, now seemed distant and foreign. The air was tense, like a taut wire about to snap.

"I've made up my mind, Bucky," your voice was steady, but the undercurrent of emotion was palpable. "This is the only way to move forward."

His eyes locked onto yours, his voice a mixture of desperation and determination. "Please, sweetheart, let's not give up on what we had. I'm ready to fight for us, to demonstrate that change is possible."

Tears welled in your eyes, but you blinked them away, your heart fortified against their release. You didn't want to show him pain so you stayed strong "Bucky, you're in too deep".

You hand him the pen "Please if you care for me so much then sign it"

Without a word, Bucky reached for a pen, his hand trembling as he signed his name on the divorce papers. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you that is all I ever wanted to do, that's why I wanted this marriage," Bucky says as the tears fall down his eyes.

"Well I'm sorry I didn't get the divorce papers sooner, your protection is torture," you say calmly walking to your room to take your belongings. It felt like deja vu yet this time you were happy it was repeating. This time you had control of your life no one else.

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marsthegaymer · 9 months

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Scary Movies

Parings: mommy!wanda x little! reader

Warning(S): Just age regression and fluff

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!!

Summary: A scary movie that Wanda and Y/N are watching causes Y/N to regress. What will happen when Wanda finds out they regress?

“Hey baby, can you start the popcorn in the microwave, while I get the blankets”Wanda asks from another room. I look up from my phone which has an age regressor from tiktok. I haven’t told Wanda yet but I am a little. I’m scared she won’t love me anymore and she’ll think I’m disgusting or weird. I love her more than anything and I don’t want to lose her. “Baby?” Wanda calls. I snap out of my thoughts. “I got it” I reply and go to the kitchen to grab a popcorn packet. I place it in the microwave and put it on the popcorn setting. I grab some sodas from the fridge and place it on the coffee table in the living room.

Wanda comes into the room with two blankets and a pillow and sets it on the couch. She turns to me and instantly smiles. She walks up to me and cups my cheek with her hand. “You’re so cute baby” She says sweetly and kisses my nose. I giggle and that’s when the microwave goes off. “I’ll take care of it from here you go and get comfy, okay angel” She asks. “Okay” I say in a small voice I start to feel myself slipping.. I go and sit on the couch and get comfortable. A bit later she comes back with two bowls of popcorn. She hands me the bowl with my popcorn. I smiled when I saw she put it in my favorite Hello kitty bowl. She sets her bowl down and lays down and opens her arms. I lay down in between her legs with my back to her front. I pull the blanket over us and cuddle into her. She picks up the remote and starts the movie.

After a bit of the movie it starts to get scary and I realize it’s a horror movie. I cuddle closer to Wanda for comfort and I feel her arms wrap around me. A really scary bit comes on and I scream into Wanda’s chest. I fully slip into little space and start sobbing. Wanda pauses the movie and turns it off. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s all gone. I’ve got you” She says softly. “It’s so scawwy mommy!” I say into her shirt. I paused when I realized what slipped. “ I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” I say over and over again as I pull away. Her gaze softens and she pulls me in. “It’s okay little one. I’m here, Mommy’s here” She says softly. I cuddle into her chest and wrap my arms around her. She runs her hands through my hair and she whispers sweet nothings into my ear.

After a while I calm down and she pulls away. She brushes the hair out of my face and smiles. “ Hey, why didn’t you tell me you were a little?” she asks. “ I fought you wouldn’t wub me anymore” I say sniffing.

She sighs before saying” Baby, nothing could ever make me love you any less. Nothing in the whole world. You don’t have to hide who you are from me. I love all of you, even your little side. You’re so special to me, I don’t care if you even pet regress. I love you so much little bug” She says. “ Really, really” I ask softly. “Really, really” She says smiling. I hug her tightly and she hugs me back. “Now how about we watch a Disney movie, Yeah?” She asks. I nod softly while sucking on my thumb. She giggles at me. “You’re so cute bub, Do you have any pacis baby” She asks. “ Jus one mommy” I replied. “ Where is it, and what stuffie do you want, little one? '' She asks sweetly. “ I wan fwoggie and it in my cwoset” I say. She smiles and gets up. I whine and make grabby hands at her. “ Up! Up!” I exclaim. She giggles and picks me up.

“ Alright baby. Are you ready to watch Alice In Wonderland” Wanda asks. I nod cuddling into her with fwoggie in my arms. “Alright let’s start the movie” She says pressing play. “I wub chu mommy” I say while yawning. “ I love you more, bug” She says while running her hands through my hair. I’m glad I have a mommy who loves me and I love her.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed and I am taking requests!

Who I write for:

Marvel

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Kate Bishop

Carol Danvers

AHS

Cordelia goode, Wilhelmina Venable, Billie Dean Howard, Ally May-fair Richards

And some others

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bon2bonn · 4 months

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Breakeven

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Mafia!Charles leclerc X Mafia!reader

° Ex!lestappen X reader , ex!Charles leclerc X ex!max verstappen , ex!max verstappen X ex!reader .

Words count : 1.3k

Warnings : violence, guns , grammar, death, not proof read.

*did I get sidetracked/distracted again and started yet another fic that I daydreamed about in a sleep deprived haze ? YEP! I sure did . do I regret it now ? Heck no! . will I regret it later for indulging my mind by writing it instead of focusing on my already full WIP list? Absolutely! . So enjoy🍷!

Charles leaned his back against her side tilting his head on her chest , his hair is tussled and his frown gone as he closed his eyes in content, her arm draped over his shoulder from the back , as her hand rested over his heart with one of his holding onto it as he slept .

Their joined hands raising and falling with every breath he took and his posture calm a relaxed, A major contrast from his usually tense and guarded self . Her other hand rested on Max's hand that he let her hold , tracing over his scared hand as she followed the lines and raised tissue on the back of it , his head resting on her shoulder with hers leaning over his .

All three basking in the cool wind as it breathed around them the place is a small piece of heaven with overgrown trees and wild flowers scattering around and disappearing beyond the treelines , tucked away from the main court where the main families meet to for business .

They Found it years ago and run to whenever they got the chance , taking a fresh breath of air was a rare occurrence as their families increased their responsibilities with every passing day , yet they cherished these fleeting moments even if short and spent in silence, still very precious to them .

She closed her eyes , enjoying the stolen moment of peace , Max's voice cuts through the peaceful haze " Mijn liefje , you have to wake up " . She frowned at his words, but kept her eyes closed " but I want to stay here , with you " she felt him hold her hand gently , lifting it up to place a delicate kiss on the back of it , leaving behind a a tingling sensation that turned into a scorching pain causing her to wince , he whispered in a far away voice " but you know that this isn't real " , she tried to argue back but her words got caught in her throat . And as she strained her hearing she couldn't hear the sound of bustling leaves above them anymore as it fades into a steady ticking bounced around her head before it stopped with the loud ringing of the church bell from the other side of the block . Snapping her awake from the beautifully haunting daydreams that kept plaguing her days .

Moving away from the wall she was leaning on , fighting the urge to scratch at the back of her tightly wrapped hand as she crouched down , readjusting her coms before leaning down into position , sight set on the moving cars as she counted three moving ahead towards the gates, another one barked not far from the front entrance across the street, and another going around for the past hour or so appearing irregularly without a specific timing but not close enough to draw attention, a surveillance team of sorts.

Clicking her coms on as she followed the van one block before it turned a corner and out of sight " Marv , surveillance is heading your way 10 seconds east " the line clicked and the voice answered back " copy that " . Another line connected as she fixed her aim at the last car as it stopped before the gate but no one got out " Jinx here, the back is cleared, no setbacks here , sirens are in position and ready to go " she acknowledged with a "copy that " , swiftly shooting the tires of the the target's car as a precaution , forcing them to get him out eventually to ensure his safety.

Counting her side tasks for the day , the first car had at least three armed guards the , second had 4 armed who posed as a diversion to cover the third which had two armed guards one personal bodyguard along with the target .

She took down the first two guards injuring the third as they stepped out, another one from the second car and three more as they tried to shoot back at her place in the rooftop. Leaving the best for last when two more guards emerged from the said car . She ducked as the last guard aimed at her head , missing twice before he ran out of ammo. She took him out with one shot , Leaving the target with no protection for now .

The silence was defining as she head down the stairs , gun loaded and ready . she called through her Comms " we're on the move, start phase 2, sirens , lock and move " , they answered in confirmation starting their own tasks at hand .

While she approached the car slowly , she found the target first , unarmed and trembling as he babbled on trying to bargain himself out " I'll give you whatever you want, how much ?! 5 million , 9 I'll give you 12 please! Whatever you want!!" As he kept frantically pleading his guard sneaked up on her , trying to grab her by the neck , but was met with a kick and a bullet to the leg caughting him off guard, he stumbled back but grabbed a hold of her ankle dragging her down with him , she rolled away aiming for his head but he took cover with the car door , the target was screaming as bullets kept shooting towards him with one barley taking his ear as he ducked , she groaned as she threw her now empty gun , taking out another one but the bastard kicked it out of her hand , she took a deep breath " you asked for it " she charged at him ducking last second swiping his feet , making him fall face first before pinning him down with both arms pulled behind his back with her knee centered between his shoulders blades , putting pressure down while pulling hard enough until two loud pops were heard , the guard screamed along with the target who held his arms in fear , watching in horror as she now held her fallen gun to the back of the guard's head shooting once before she stood up turning to him .

He tried to scoot back shaking the door beside him in attempt to flee his death , she got in slowly , sitting beside him in a bored manner shutting the door behind her with a swift move, he stilled as she finally looked at him with sharp eyes , feeling cold chills running through his bones he attempted to plead again " I'll give everything you want! Please spare me!" She shook her head as she leaned back into the seat , keeping him cornered as she spoke in a cold voice " you seem to forget our values Mr Matthew , we don't spare traitors , nor do we bargain with death" he shouted at her cursing as he couldn't escape his fate " you're a wretched girl you'll rott in hell! Where you belong !!!!" She gave him a sinister smile as she leaned in close to whisper in his ear " then tell the devil I'm coming for his throne while you're down there" wiping the grin off her face as she shot a final bullet before she got out , closing the door swiftly behind her as she walked away and down the street , clicking her coms back on she updated " target is terminated , Marv status?" stopping by a white van , getting in as she got a response " all clear here , heading out " she looked at the flowing data on the screens before her " copy that " turning to the driver she signalled for him to drive before she reconnect one last time " sirens , your status?" An answer sounds out immediately " targets secured, no casualties, heading out now " satisfied with the results she call out " regrouping in 10 " everyone called back " copy" before she turned off her earpiece, letting the monitor on as they drove back in silence , she filtered through the files in search for what they needed , humming quitely before she stilled with wide eyes in astonishment as she finally came across what she was looking for , smiling devilishly at the screen " Oh , it seems like you've dug yourself a deep hole Mr Ralph , and I'll make sure to bury you in it " .

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ao-nungg · 1 year

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treasure

✦ pairing ⨾ ao’nung x fem!metkayina!reader

✦ warnings ⨾ best friends to lovers, pure fluff, indescriptive kiss

✦ word count ⨾ 2.8k

a/n – my 2nd request ! thank you for this plot <3

*marve is a character name that I created for this oneshot

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“ohhh come on ao’nungggg you should be the one to teach me” you whine as you’re begging for your best friend ao’nung to teach you how to tame a skimwing.

you have been following him from the beach and now on the marui’s dock. it’s hard to keep up with his pace since he’s much taller and has longer legs than yours.

“why don’t you ask marve?” he asked, glancing at you over his shoulder for a second while still walking. your ears flattened at the mention of the lad. “I don’t want anyone else! I could have just ask him before, but I don’t” you said and managed to pull his hand. ao’nung finally stopped at his track and turned around to face you.

both of your hands are holding his right wrist tightly, not letting him walk away. his gaze fixed on you before glancing over your hold again. he knows a skilled hunter like you is more than ready to tame one, and he’s ready to teach you but the jealousy took a turn in him when he saw you talking with marve — another metkayina hunter, by the shore.

“please?” you blinked a few times, not breaking your eye contact, pleading with him to teach and guide you today.

“what I’ll get if I help you?” a smile crept across your face when ao’nung asked that. you already expect that he’ll ask that question, so you already have an answer for it. “I’ll do your hair for a week!”

his eyes sparkled at your answer. ao’nung like— no, he loves it so much when you’re playing with his hair so you’re sure he wouldn’t resist it. “hmm that’s great, but I have something better in mind”

“what is it?” you asked in confusion.

“let’s go find rotxo and tsireya first, and I’ll tell you later after you manage to tame a tsurak” ao’nung answered you before grabbing the saddle and diving into the water. you hopped in afterwards, swimming beside him to find his friend and sister. once he spotted them in the water he signed both of them to follow and they did.

after exploring the water for a few minutes, ao’nung finally signed to catch breath and the 3 of you followed him to the surface. “where are we going?” rotxo is the first one to voice out as he’s panting to catch his breath. “isn’t this tsurak area?” tsireya asked while her eyes wandering around the area she recognized. “yes. our warrior is so ready to tame one now, so both of you need to help me” ao’nung answered with a smirk while nudging to your side.

“listen, tsurak is not an ilu. once tsaheylu is made, tsurak will ride with only one hunter in the whole life” you only nodded your head even if you have heard those same sentences hundreds times from your father.

ao’nung called for his tsurak and here come the big mighty creature out of nowhere. you gulped as you see how big it actually is by this close. ao’nung gently pat the tsurak to calm him down as it keep moving nonstop. “do not look in his eyes” he gently reminded you while setting the saddle on the tsurak before he reached to grab his queue, making tsaheylu with it. the creature screeched as they made the bond which startled you a little bit. “to become taronyu (hunter), you must choose your own tsurak and she must choose you,” he explains while tying a rope to his left hand for support.

“watch and learn” the smudge look was displayed on his face when he said that. you wish you could brush off that annoying smirk off of his face. in a blink of eyes ao’nung ride his tsurak skillfully. he proudly made some tricks to show his skills which made you awe in excitement. both rotxo and tsireya also shouting happily when they saw him riding it without struggle.

“so how would you rate it 10 out of 10?” he asked after he’s done having fun and dis bonding with his tsurak. you couldn’t help but to smile since he is indeed so good at riding the it. this man is so skilled. hunting, weaving, sewing, riding a tsurak, oh just everything… you name it and he could do it for you without struggle. yeah for you. when you said you want to weave another basket to store your clothes but you’re too lazy to do so, he appears at your marui entrance 3 days later with a big basket in his hand. and of course when you need help to sew the tops for the people, he came to offer his help. you’re so shocked when he sews everything perfectly without struggle. when you asked where he learned it, he said he just watched how his father sewing every single afternoon. and also him being a hunter? you don’t want to say much about that. everyone in the village knows who he is. the son of ronal and tonowari, a skilled hunter who is looked up by the other adolescent males.

you playfully rolled your eyes at him while the other 2 just laughed at your reaction. “now it’s time to choose your tsurak. you must follow your heart” ao’nung said and gently placing his big palm against your heart. tsireya and rotxo exchanged a knowing look while your eyes are fixed on ao’nung. you tried so hard to maintain a steady breath. “if she choose you, move quick like I showed. you have one chance y/n” he added before pulling his hand away.

“how will I know if she choose me?” you asked, eyes focused on your best friend. “she will try to kill you” he simply answered your question. “that’s not helping”

ao’nung just shrugged his shoulders and smirked when you splashed the water at him and quickly swam away to find a wild tsurak. he immediately lead you again after he managed to swim ahead of you.

‘over there’ he signed and pointed towards a float of tsuraks in the distance. the excitement fills your body but you sometimes feel frightened by their size. ‘go choose one’

you nodded and moved forward while ao’nung, rotxo and tsireya followed closely behind before settling themselves behind a huge coral cave.

you tie the long rope around your hand before swinging the rest to tie around the tsurak’s mouth. you swim past the float of tsurak and some of them screeching at you before swimming away. your eyes wander around to find the perfect one before they land on the huge creature that looks quite intimidating by your presence. it screeched at you and moved forward a little bit, as if threatening you to leave.

“this is it” you thought to yourself and began to start moving forward as well. ao’nung that was closely behind you smirked at your eagerness. he knows he has taught you well ever since both of you became friends since childhood. you’re growing up just to be a girl version of him.

after struggling to tie the rope around the skimwing, you finally managed to do it. it struggles to free itself, which accidentally makes you hit your back on the huge coral. your friends gasped at the sudden loud thud. you managed to stabilise yourself back and placed yourself on top of it, making the skimwing to swim to the surface. “tsaheylu y/n! make the bond!” ao’nung shouted as he reached the surface too and threw you the saddle he held.

you catch the saddle while panting hardly before you reached for your queue and the tsurak finally managed to calm down a little bit after you made the bond. ao’nung, rotxo and tsireya helped to hold the tsurak in preventing it to move uncontrollably while you put the saddle on. “first ride seals the bond. you cannot wait” ao’nung told you while patting your tsurak. “now remember, when you dive back in, it’s very important to be in good position” you only nodded you head before you instruct the tsurak to fly. even if it fly quite unsteady, you’re still proud that you’re finally able to tame one now. “easy girl” you told your tsurak and deeply inhaled your breath before diving into the water.

however the pressure is too hard you to handle which made you accidentally slipped your hand from the saddle handle. you tsurak swam away drastically. your friends laughed as they’re watching you swam to the surface all alone. “it takes time to form a loyal bond” ao’nung said as he arrived beside you. your tsurak came back afterwards while towering you. “where’s tsireya and rotxo?” you asked while patting the tsurak’s head as you noticed their absence. “I told them to go back” you gave him a confused look but he ignored you and called for his tsurak. “come on, let’s practise” he said as he settled down on his skimwing. you followed his action and he guided you to ride the tsurak afterwards. you went for a multiple fly and ride along with ao’nung and his tsurak right beside you. as you realise your tsurak is getting steadier in flying and swimming after multiple times, a proud smile displayed on your face. you don’t miss that proud smile on ao’nung’s too.

the sky finally turned pinkish as the eclipse was setting by the moment you thought you finally managed to ride your tsurak under control.

“woooo I did it ao’nung!!” you shouted happily as your skimwing was flying proudly above the water. ao’nung smiled with his eyes fixed on you. he couldn’t stop to admire your beauty especially when the wind is running through your hair, giving full access to see your beautiful face without the hair blocking it. he couldn’t hide the fact that he adores you so much. you’re like a treasure to him, and so does he is to you. you don’t want to lose each other.

“let’s go to the three brothers rocks!” ao’nung shouted through the blustering wind before heading towards the said place. you just follow closely behind him since that’s the place where both of you always spend time with. farther from the people, as if the pandora only belong to both of you since it’s a restricted area for metkayina.

“haven’t been here for a quite long time” you said after stepping down from your tsurak onto the big rock. it’s the usual spot where both of you would sit together. “yeah. we’re too busy with the duties” ao’nung agreed as he’s sitting down. “hunting and practising to be a healer is so tiring, but I believe being you is much more exhausting than that” ao’nung just chuckled at your statement. he couldn’t deny it at all. being the only son of the olo’eyktan tonowari and tsahik ronal is indeed exhausting him. he needs to run constant duties in order to be the next olo’eyktan soon.

“you know.. I can’t stop thinking how it would be when it’s time for me to lead our people,” he said after a few minutes, breaking the comfortable silence. you look at him as if waiting for him to voice anything next. his eyes wander around, but you. “…because I want the best for us” he finally added and now his gaze focused on your blue eyes. your lips parted but nothing came out as you’re too shocked. you don’t know if he’s referring that to both of you or the people.

“I’m talking about us” ao’nung added again, as if he could read your confused expression. he reached out for your hands, intertwining your fingers with his. “I don’t want anyone else, y/n. I just want you. I want you to be by my side forever, and I want to build our own little family”

his big blue eyes bore into yours as you’re once again in the loss of words. “ao’nung.. you know my feeling. I also want you to myself. I hope you see that I’m trying my best to be the skilled hunter my parents are proud of and to be the tsahik for you later”

“I do y/n, I do. you’re doing amazingly good, but please don’t overwork yourself, hmm?” his huge hand now caresses your cheek lovingly while the other one is still intertwined with yours. “you too ao’nung”

“I love you so much, y/n”

“I love you more ao’nung” you said and immediately hug him. “so… this is what you meant before?” you asked after remembering what he said this morning. ao’nung smile and nod his head. “yes. I want a date night with you as a reward” he answered while gently running his fingers in your hair.

you blushed when he mentioned those words.

“don’t you think we need to head back to the village? it’s getting darker now” you said as you looked up at the dark sky. ao’nung pulled away and did the same before he stand up and offering his hand at you. “alright let’s go” you smiled and took his hand, following him to your tsurak.

he let you make tsaheylu first and get on top of the skimwing, settling yourself on the big creature. “this position is good, but your leg supposed to be a litt bit lower.. and your thigh..” ao’nung said while moving your leg and thigh a little bit to his preferences. a step back a little bit, admiring his work. “yup! that’s great” you just chuckled and muttered a thank you, waiting for him to get on his skimwing afterwards.

“be careful” he reminded and immediately dive into the water first after you nodded. your giggle and shout filled the night sky. you know you would be grounded when you get back to the village, but all you want is to enjoy this moment with ao’nung first. ao’nung laughed at your excitement. he loves seeing you being this cheeky. the wide grin across your face and the sound of you laughter bring happiness in him. both of you ride beside each other, enjoying the ride back home. you followed everything ao’nung did. when he fly above the water, you did so. when he dive back in, you follow along. when his slender fingers grazing the illuminated coral, you did it too.

“wow! I’ve seen those countless times, but they’re still pretty in my eyes!” you exclaimed enthusiastically after both of you finally back to the surface. “yeah.. you’re right” ao’nung agreed, but his eyes focused on yours. he implied those words on you rather than those coral you’re referring to.

“hey, would you mind going back without me?” he suddenly asked. you shot him a confused look and glance between him and the village light that you could see from distant. you’re already close to the village. “I promise I’ll come back soon. just wait for me by the shore, alright?” he added.

“alright” you finally agreed after thinking for a minute. “wait for me” ao’nung said and unexpectedly give you a kiss. your eyes shut closed at his sudden move, and you gladly returned the kiss. he pulled away after seconds before patting your tsurak, indicating for you to leave. “go” you smiled and nodded your head, swimming alone, back to the village. ao’nung make sure you’re already close to the village first before he swims back into the water.

“y/n! where have you been? we searched for you everywhere! your parents are so worried. they’re looking for you too” a voice bombarded you with questions once you stepped your feet on the sand. you turn around and see marve with a few of his friends coming towards you. you disconnected the queue with your skimwing, patting it to leave.

“I’ll tell my parents later, thank you marve”

“tìyawn” a gentle voice interrupted marve that was about to open his mouth. there come ao’nung from the water with his hands behind his back.

marve’s friends are sharing a look when they heard ao’nung called you with that endearment name.

you lookat ao’nung and your smile widens even more. “ao’nung.. you’re back”

“I told you”

he suddenly pulled out a bouquet of medium blue coral reef, which made you gasp at its beauty. “it’s the coral we saw?!” you asked excitedly. “yes. I picked it for you” he handed the bouquet and you gladly accepted it. “thank you tìyawn” you thanked him and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

ao’nung didn’t expect that, so he’s mad blushing by now. however, his usual smudge look back to display on his face when he saw marve’s white knuckles. ao’nung shamelessly glides his hand to your back, placing it on your waist and guiding you to the marui.

ao’nung smirked when both of you walked past marve. he’s satisfied that you don’t pay attention to that lad anymore, and just focus on the coral flower he got you. “hurry up!! I can smell my mom’s cook!” you grabbed his hand, running happily towards the marui.

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