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megalony · 1 year

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That’s a promise

Hi all, this is my second Aemond Targaryen Imagine that is going to have a follow up at some point. I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: Things go from bad to worse at a family supper when (Y/n), who’s having Aemond’s child, is accidentally given herbal tea used for ‘unwanted events’.

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"Sweetheart, it's a necessity. This may be your father's last supper." With a forced smile, (Y/n) finished the last button on Aemond's leatther jacket and smoothed her hands calmly over his chest. Her smile showed that she too wasn't as thrilled to have a family meal but they both knew they needed to go.

A grunt curled past his lips but his eyes softened just the slightest in the corners when he looked down at his wife. Aemond could never deny (Y/n) anything, she could ask him to kill everyone at the high table and he would scout round for his knife, willing and ready.

Aemond knew his father was dying, he had been dying for years now but he was clawing at the last dregs of life. Tonight could well be the last family meal they had before he passed and a war over the sucession began. If it was just his parents and siblings then he would be more at ease and willing to sit down to supper with them, but it was his sister and nephews here too.

He didn't want to look at them, let alone sit down to eat with them.

"His last supper with a concoted family he refuses to see the truth in, sounds lovely."

"Deep down it doesn't matter, his reign is at an end." (Y/n) let her head fall on Aemond's shoulder when his arm coiled around her waist to keep her tucked safely into his side. It didn't matter what his father did or didn't see anymore when everyone knew his time was running low. Everyone knew the truth of Rhaeynera's children but no one would say anything.

"Are you well enough to attend?"

Aemond opened their bedroom door, allowing (Y/n) to walk out first before he followed close behind and moved back to walk at her side with his arm secured around her for both comfort and protection.

Part of him was asking because he knew she hadn't been feeling well and the other part was begging for her to say no so he could also stay away from the meal and look after her.

"Hmm, I feel a bit better, I don't think I'll be eating much though. Besides, someone needs to keep you calm." (Y/n) couldn't lie to Aemond, he would know right away if she said she felt better when she was still unwell but she was well enough to suffer through an hour of this family dinner. She would give him the perfect excuse to leave the event if things got nasty, she could say she wasn't well and everyone knew Aemond wouldn't let her leave without him.

"You haven't been eating properly this week, don't think I haven't noticed." His tone was low and his voice was quiet, the words barely reaching (Y/n)'s ear in a whisper but it made her shiver all the same.

His hand slowly moved from her waist to rest over her stomach while they headed down the stairs, taking each step as slow as they could to delay the inevitable.

Aemond wasn't blind, he had a keen eye when it came to his wife and he noticed the little things, like her eating habits. He could see that she had barely managed to eat one full meal a day this week and it was starting to worry him. He didn't want to have to call the doctor again because he knew (Y/n) didn't like it but he would if he had to.

"I'll be f-"

"Don't you dare try and tell me you'll be fine because I'm not coming back and finding you like that again."

"Aemond..." (Y/n) looked down at her feet before she dared to look up at him. She tried to smile but it didn't move the perceptive, knowing look on his face or the stern way his jaw was set. She didn't know what to say because she wasn't going to win this argument and she knew it.

He didn't want to be stern or rude but there was no other way to be about the subject. Two months ago, (Y/n) had rather severe morning sickness and couldn't keep anything down, Aemond came back to their room and found her passed out on the floor. He wasn't having that situation repeat itself and have him come close to losing both his wife and unborn child.

(Y/n) felt her stomach fluttering when he pressed a kiss to the top of her head before they entered the dining room, apprehensive of what was going to happen tonight.

Everyone else had arrived and taken their seats around the table, leaving two seats for the couple, one at the end of the table and one next to Allicent.

Aemond eyed everyone round the table as he pulled out the chair next to his mother for (Y/n) to sit down. His father was seated in the middle of the table looking worse than ever with Rhaeynera and Daemon next to him, then his nice and nephews on the opposite side and finally, Aegon next to Aemond.

Just the sight of the food made (Y/n) feel her stomach do summersaults and she knew if she ate anything tonight it was only going to come back up later. She couldn't eat tonight, she would face Aemond's wrath of worry later. When a waiter leaned between her and Allicent and placed down a rather large plate of meat, the smell hit (Y/n)'s nose in an instant and her hand moved to press to her nose to try and block it. The smell would usually make her mouth water but now it made bile rise at the back of her throat that was tightening and she was almost gagging at the sight and smell.

"Try something, please." Aemond's voice was so quiet he practically mouthed the words beneath his hand, sighing when (Y/n) gave him those doe eyes that always made him melt like butter. She was seven months along now and morning sickness had come, gone and then come back to haunt them again and it worried Aemond to no end. The longer (Y/n) went without eating, the worse she was going to make herself feel.

Aemond kept his hand pressed against his lips and (Y/n) could see the distaste and annoyance on his face when his father barely managed to stand up to give a little speech. She was sure he hadn't heard anything his father said, his eyes were kept focused on his empty glass that he diminished in one go.

He would need the whole bottle of wine to get him through this supper. There was no point them all being here pretending to play happy families and everyone knew it. Aemond's father had burned all his bridges those six years ago when he didn't care or avenge his son losing his eye. He knew his mother hadn't forgiven his father for his lenience towards Rhaeynera and her bastard children and Aemond himself would never forgive it either.

"Here, cheers."

Reaching across the table Aegon almost threw a glass at (Y/n) and then at his wife. He was swaying on the spot with how drunk he was and when he gave Aemond another glass of wine, he split half the jug over the table. It didn't take much for Aemond to push his brother back down in his seat but Aegon was still smiling away, knocking back what had to be his sixth drink of the night.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what was in the glass her brother-in-law handed her or even if wife but he clinked their glasses together and downed a big swig of wine so she took a mouthful of whatever was in her cup to be polite. It was very hot, bitter tea. Why had he given her some tea? Maybe he knew she still wasn't feeling well and it was supposed to make her feel better. Whatever the reason, (Y/n) took another few sips before putting it down and leaning back in her chair, rubbing her hands over her enlarged stomach.

It took all (Y/n) had not to roll her eyes when she listened to Rhaeynera give her little speech about Allicent. Of course she would now give her old friend praise, it was too little too late. Allicent had done what she had been told, she had been faithful and quiet and gone along with the rules when Rhaeynera did what she wanted and went off with other men which everyone knew about and still her father treated her like she was as respectful as Allicent.

Her sons were bastards, her sons had maimed Aemond and gotten away with it and they were to inherit what Aegon and Aemond rightfully should have. She had gotten everything which she didn't deserve without following any of the rules. And her sons were still being disrespectful towards Aemond, (Y/n) could see them sniggering at him from across the table and if she were feeling more like herself she would have stood up and said something to them. But she hadn't eaten anything today leading her to feel more tired and run down than usual and now with all the food and drink in front of her, she felt queasy.

(Y/n) jumped in her seat and sat upright when Aemond slammed his knife down on the table before standing upright and for a moment, she thought he was going to lunge across the room at his nephews. She quickly grabbed his hand, their gazes interlocking before a worrying smirk came across his face.

"And a toast, to my nephews, Jace and Luke." Aemond knew what he was doing. The smile he wore on his face and how he deadlocked his gaze with Jace showed he was doing this as a taunt, a little payback at them both. He raised his glass in one hand and held (Y/n)'s hand with the other while Aegon raised his glass for all of one second before he emptied it. Again.

"Aemond..." (Y/n) tried looking up at her husband but the bright candlelight from the chandeliers was starting to give her a migraine and she was starting to feel like she was burning up. She almost whimpered when he let go of her hand and moved away from his seat to meet Jace halfway round the table.

"What? I'm only giving you a compliment. Don't you think you're strong?"

The way Aemond smiled and ever so easily pushed Jace down to the floor made Jace look like a little child and it seemed such a fluid, swift motion. Aemond didn't want to fight his nephew, he wasn't worth enough effort to him to warrant a fight and he wouldn't be capable whereas Aemond was skilled.

He smiled and took a step back to let Jace try and fumble back to his feet but his head snapped to look behind him when he heard his mother calling out (Y/n)'s name.

Pushing herself up from her chair, (Y/n) took a few steps away from the table, aiming to hurry and get to her husband before he had chance to start a fight or punch Jace and cause some real trouble. But she got two feet from the table before the room decided to spin on its axis, sending her down on her hands and knees. The stone floor felt soothing and cool against her skin but she could barely gather her senses back.

"Sweetheart? Are you with me?"

Aemond bent down in front of (Y/n) and gently cupped her face in his hands, trying to get her to look at him but her eyes were switching side to side, not able to focus properly. After a minute or two, he felt her hands move to grasp his forearms and a deep sigh rumbled past his lips when (Y/n) seemed to come back into focus.

"Let's sit you down." With a deep breath, Aemond slowly stood up and pulled (Y/n) to her feet before tucking her into his chest.

(Y/n) let him guide her back to the table with his mother walking beside them for added help but she felt her cheeks flush when Aemond sat back down in his seat and guided (Y/n) to sit on his lap. This was how they would usually sit back up in their chambers in private, not here in front of everyone but (Y/n) didn't have it in her to protest. She just buried her face deeply into Aemond's neck while his arms wrapped around her and pulled her to lean back into his chest.

"I told you to eat something." Aemond whispered the words against (Y/n)'s head while his fingers traced up and down her bump, giving her goosebumps.

"I can't." (Y/n) shook her head but she could feel a wave of tiredness washing over her already and now that Jace and Luke had stormed away, the tension had lessened somewhat. It was a more normal family dinner, without Aemond's father and with the added presence of Rhaeynera and Daemon.

(Y/n) wasn't sure how long she had been sat in Aemond's arms, drifting in and out of consciousness. At one point she thought she heard Allicent ask if Aemond was going to take her back to their room but he had said no, he didn't want to move her just yet.

It had to of been quite a while because when she opened her eyes, everyone had moved seats and the table had been cleared and dessert was put out instead.

She tried to move a bit to get comfy again in her husband's lap but she took a sharp breath when a searing pain bolted up her stomach and through her chest. (Y/n) closed her eyes again and tried to snuggle deeper into Aemond, wanting to go back to sleep again but she was waking up more and more with discomfort.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) shuffled to sit up straight on Aemond's knee but when she did, her stomach started to cramp. Oh, she needed to leave the dining room quickly before she worried Aemond or his mother, she would have to come up with an excuse to leave the room. It took a lot of effort to open her eyes and bite back a sob and push away the tears threatening to fall down her face. What was happening?

A violent shiver ran down Aemond's spine and his gaze diverted from looking at his mother to looking at his wife on his lap. She had been asleep in his arms for nearly an hour now, only moving a little every once in a while and he had been content to hold her in his arms and feel the constant movement of their baby against his palms. Now she was waking up, she seemed uncomfortable but he watched in horror as she tried to move but coiled in on herself and wrapped both arms around her stomach, unable to stop herself from crying out in pain.

"What's the matter?"

The urgency in Aemond's voice matched the worry that started to spread across his face. He tightened his arms around (Y/n)'s waist and pressed his hands on top of hers before resting his chin on her shoulder, trying to see what was wrong but he couldn't work it out.

"I don't... oh, it hurts," Each word bubbled past (Y/n)'s lips along with a small sob when a terrible cramp shot through her stomach.

"Get the Grand Master." Aemond's words snapped through the air like bolts of lightning and he saw his younger sister leave the room in a flurry before his eyes set on his mother who kneeled down beside (Y/n). Her eyes were full of worry and her hands moved to take his and (Y/n)'s that were both hovering over her stomach. He and his mother both knew this was a bad sign.

"(Y/n), honey, what's hurting you?" Allicent's voice was all calm before the storm and she was taken aback by how quickly and tightly (Y/n) held onto her hand but all she could do was shake her head and cry.

"D-did you have tea in that cup?" Aegon pointed a trembling finger at the glass (Y/n) had been drinking out of earlier and he straightened up in his chair, feeling like he was now stone cold sober. But his sister-in-law was in too much pain to listen or notice what he was talking about.

"What the fuck is tea going to do?" Aemond snapped back before pushing his brother away.

(Y/n) wasn't well, couldn't he see that? It might be something to do with the baby, Aemond wasn't going to sit and give her tea when she needed the Grand Master to look at her and give her something to take the pain away and make her better. She was now writhing around in his arms, pulling her knees as far up to her extended tummy as she could to try and relieve the pain and she had tears streaking down her face.

"What tea?" There was a sense of alarm in Allicent's distant voice and she straightened up, her eyes locking on her eldest son with hesitence.

"I- I gave Lia some tea, well I- I thought I did... you know, the special tea..."

Aegon seemed to shrink down to the size of a mouse when his mother reeled back like he had slapped her. He jolted and winced when she reached across the table and grabbed (Y/n)'s glass before sniffing the contents and taking the smallest of drops to confirm their suspicions.

"What are you on about? Help me take her upstairs." Aemond looked between his brother and their mother before he slowly moved (Y/n) so he could stand up, keeping her held close to his chest when she coiled over with a cry.

"Oh you stupid, idiotic boy!" Allicent slammed her hands down on the table so harshly it almost broke in two and her words screamed around the hall in a big echo that made Aemond stop short.

"What?" He didn't understand why his brother was now trembling like a leaf or why his mother was about to cry.

"He's been giving Lia some... herbal tea, it stops any... unwanted accidents. (Y/n)'s had it by mistake. I've never known a woman take it this far into a pregnancy." She knew women to have the special tea straight after relations, never when they found out they were pregnant and (Y/n) had to be seven or so months along now. Allicent hadn't heard of women taking it while they were pregnant, it was a precaution to be safe, not a solution.

Allicent had never seen such a horrible, violent, chaotic look pass across Aemond's face and fill his eye before but when she spoke, he seemed to harden like stone and then explode.

Somehow, Aemond managed to keep one arm around (Y/n) and keep her held to his side and reach out with his other hand and grab his brother by the throat, lifting him from his seat. If looks could kill Aegon would be dead already but now he couldn't breathe at all and Aemond wanted to slice him up into little pieces. He wanted to slice out each eye one by one, then cut off his ears, then drive the blade into his stomach and carve him hollow.

What had he done to his wife?

"Aemond no! Please, help (Y/n)..."

"I'll kill you for this, that's a promise brother."

(Y/n) didn't know what everyone was arguing about, she could barely hear them over the static in her ears and the thudding of her heartbeat that was pulsing through each blood vessel in her body. But a gasp of surprise left her lips when she felt Aemond turn back to her and swoop his free arm under her legs. He picked her up as gently but swiftly as he could and held her to his chest before he left the dining hall.

It felt better to have her knees up to her stomach that was swirling round and round and the babe was moving so much that she wanted to be sick. All the hustle and bustle continued to buzz in her ears and she kept crying when her stomach cramped up even worse.

"Mother!" Aemond slowed his steps for just a moment when he felt something wet on his sleeve and his eye moved between his mother and (Y/n) when he realised it was blood on his arm.

(Y/n)'s eyes managed to focus enough to see Allicent barge open their bedroom door and guide Aemond inside where the Grand Master was already there waiting for them. Aemond moved through the room towards the back and behind the curtain to reach the bed where he slowly kneeled down and laid (Y/n) on the bed on her back.

Aemond let (Y/n) take his hand in a crushing grip and he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, letting (Y/n) lean into him and try to bury herself away in his chest. He could feel her inhaling his scent, breathing heavily into his skin that was on fire from panic.

"What happened?" The Grand Master leaned on the end of the bed, looking at Aemond for permission before he moved (Y/n)'s skirts out the way to see how bad the blood loss was and what was happening.

"She drank the herbal tea remedy by mistake... it shouldn't affect her badly though, should it? I mean, she hasn't had a full cup and she's quite far along." Allicent started to babble, something she did when she was nervous but the doctor didn't answer, he was too busy trying to examine (Y/n) who was wriggling more into Aemond.

"M-make it stop." (Y/n) didn't care how she sounded like she was wailing like a child having a tantrum. She let her sobs rattle against Aemond's chest and she dug her nails into his jacket, pulling him as close as she could get him before he took the hint and enclosed his arms around her.

"I'm here my love, it's all going to be alright."

"Her labours have started which I think is the best course of action for both mother and child. you should alert the maids to get prepared, my Queen."

Allicent's lips curved down and tears started to silently fall from her eyes when she looked at her son before she hurried out of the room.

The howl (Y/n) let out sent Aemond reeling and he held her tighter, gently swaying her side to side but all he could think of was what he was going to do to his brother for causing this mess.

He was going to kill him.

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strangerquinns · 2 years

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Chapter Two: Sleepwalker

The Ascension of Kas

Vampire/Kas!Eddie Munson x afab!Reader

summary: It's been eight months since Vecna had won, leaving the group in despair with the aftermath. But you seem to be having it the worst with the hauntings of your boyfriend keeping you awake at night. But are the visions of Eddie only a dream, or is Vecna slowly showing that he is once again ready to finish what he'd started?based off these fanmade trailers (x) & (x)

warnings: death, blood, violence, gore, murder + other Stranger Things related themes.

words: 2.76k+ // The Ascension of Kas Masterlist // stranger things masterlist

"Don't want you alone until we can find out more, understand?" Hopper spoke as you stood with him on the front porch of the cabin. Everyone else was slowly leaving out the front door behind him heading to their respective cars or bikes.

You looked up at him and just looking at you made Hopper's heart hurt for you. He saw all of the kids as part of his family and loved all of you like you were his own. To see one of you suffering broke his heart. He could see the dark circles under your eyes, how sickly and pale your skin appeared at times. The sunken look on your face from not eating. You were fading away in front of everyone, and it seemed that no one could stop it.

"I-I won't be," You spoke, voice a little hoarse from crying earlier. You wrapped your arms around yourself, your weight shifting from one foot to another. "I-I...my parents will be home...after work tonight."

Hopper sighed "You know what I mean, we need someone with you that knows what's going on. In case something happens again and we're able to catch it. We already have Max in the hospital still because of Vecna, we don't need another one of you kids ending up in a coma...or worse."

Your chest tightened with anxiety as Hopper stared down at you with his intense brown eyes.

"She can stay with me," Steve spoke from behind Hopper, causing the older man to turn around and face him. Steve's eyes darted between you and Hopper before settling on you. "My parents are gone again for some trip."

You hesitated before speaking, "Are you sure?"

Steve sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. "Of course I'm sure. Wanna make sure that you're safe."

"Ok...yeah, ok." You nodded your head quickly, giving a small smile to Hopper, before walking around him and following Steve down the porch steps.

Robin stood anxiously at the passenger side door of Steve's car and gave a wary smile when the two of you walked up. You tried to give her one back but you knew that it was coming off as more of a grimace than an actual smile. The three of you got into his car before he pulled off and headed back towards town. You sat in the backseat and fidgeted with your fingers, twirling one of Eddie's rings on your finger.

"How come you didn't tell us...about the visions...the dreams?" Steve spoke up first, his eyes looking at you through the rearview mirror.

"Didn't want anyone calling me crazy," You whispered, looking down into your lap. "A-And...I liked having them. Even if I was going insane, I was able to see him."

Robin shot Steve a look, her concern and worry she was feeling were mirrored back in his eyes. Steve's hand tightened around the steering wheel of his car and once again the car fell into a tense silence.

Steve pulled up outside your house, and you quickly realized that neither of your parents were back from work. The moment Steve parked the car in your driveway, you rushed out of the car and headed right into the house. Steve and Robin followed along slowly. But when Steve started making his way toward the stairs Robin reached out and grabbed his hand. He turned back and gave her a confused look.

"Let me go and talk to her," Robin spoke. "Just...she's obviously anxious and I don't wanna crowd her too much."

Steve looked between Robin and up the stairs before nodding his head and coming back down. "I'll wait down here."

Robin sighed softly and moved to go up the stairs and towards your bedroom. She gently pushed the door open and came in as you moved about your room, gathering some clothes and other things you'd need. When you heard Robin step in, you stopped and looked at her for a second, before continuing on.

"Do you want help?" Robin spoke trying to add a little lightness to her voice. "I was thinking that maybe I can come and spend the night with you guys. Have a little sleepover?"

"Um...y-yeah, I'd like that." You nervously laughed "I feel...like everyone is waiting for me to crack. I-Is that insane?"

"What? No." Robin quickly shook her head, her hair bouncing around her face slightly in her movements. "I mean...we aren't. If that helps? We're just...worried for you."

You nodded your head and moved into your bathroom to gather some of your things before coming back into the room. You dropped your toiletry bag inside your duffle. Before you could walk away again, Robin stepped forward and gently spoke your name causing you to stop and turn to her.

"Talk to me...please...I-I'm worried, like really worried for you." Robin's blue eyes began to water slightly as she pleaded with you. "You probably think we don't notice or something but we do. We do, and we're scared for you. Even more now with this whole...thing happening whether it's Vecna or not. I know you loved Eddie..."

"Love." You interrupted, a spark flaring in your eyes. "I love Eddie. He wasn't some high school boyfriend that I made out with and just went on silly little dates. I love him. He was...he was…is my person. He will always be my person. I wanted to marry him...I-I wanted to have his babies and grow old with him." Tears start to streak down your cheeks. "No one gets it. No one understands. It's like my chest is filled with ice and isn't ever going to thaw. I feel breathless and...a-and...I want him back! I want him back with me where he was supposed to be!"

Robin spoke your name when she started to see the way your body began to shake with your cries. A fit of anger starts to show up in your face and movements.

"And I'm so pissed off at him for doing that...for going back and..." You shook your head and reached to wipe your cheeks. "God, he didn't need to play the hero! For once...I wish he would've listened and not...I wish he would've come through with us. I stopped fighting the pain. I welcome it. I welcome it cause it reminds me of him and how much I love him. But at the same time, I am so angry at him."

"So that's why you didn't say?" Robin whispered softly, "Because you wanted a piece of him?"

You pressed your lips tightly together and nodded your head. "I get a stone with his name on it in a cemetery...but he's not there. He's stuck in that place...alone. A part of me is pissed at Steve for making me leave him there. I always think...what if we brought him through? What if he was...still alive?"

"No, no...sweetie, no." Robin shook her head and moved to you in two steps, wrapping her arms around you. She held you tightly as you fell apart in her arms and gripped tightly to her.

Robin felt you sag against her as you let the pain out.

No longer alone and suffering, instead having a friend there to hold you up.

~.~

"We can all pile up in the den? Have the most room back there. Can pile all the blankets and pillows on the ground?" Steve spoke as the three of you walked into his home. "Can watch some movies, order a pizza? Pig out and just hang out?"

"Sounds good, Steve." You spoke softly, smiling up to him as you set your bags down in his living room. "Can we act like things aren't possibly falling apart tonight?"

"Sure, yeah" Robin nodded her head. She set her bags down with yours. The three of you stopped at her place to gather a bag for her to spend the night. "Maybe...just a thought. Call some of the others. The more the merrier, stronger in numbers kind of thing."

Steve shrugged his shoulders, "Sure. Why not."

Steve disappeared down the short hallways to the kitchen while you and Robin walked back toward the den. You felt a little better after basically dumping everything on her. Robin didn't ask further questions after you'd broken down in her arms. And when you came down with your things, Steve didn't ask any questions. Even though he was worried when he saw how red your eyes were.

Night fell over the Harrington home and everything was set up for a night in with friends. Dustin, Jonathan, and Nancy came to join the three of you for the night. The pizza was ordered, candy was strewn out across the coffee table and beers were cracked open. You laid out on the makeshift mattress you and Robin created with blankets and sleeping bags, with Robin and Nancy beside you.

You felt a little like your old self as you laughed with your friends watching movies. But you also weren't sure if it was the multiple beers you'd had that was making you feel light and happier or not. But one thing you knew for sure, was that you felt comforted and safe surrounded by your friends.

~.~

It started off soft almost like the wind in the distance before slowly it got louder and stronger. The house was silent for the most part when your eyes blinked awake. Beside you, Robin lay fast asleep with Nancy on the other side. Steve and Jonathan lay across the couches with Dustin in a recliner chair. For a moment you thought it was only your dreams and you'd woken yourself up. Till it started calling out for you again. It was your name, and like before, it sounded like Eddie.

Your heart lept into your throat as it started off again, sounding faint and like it was coming from the back of the house. You look around to make sure in fact that everyone was asleep. But when you heard it again and no one else moved, you decided to get up. Slowly you maneuvered around a sleeping Robin and started walking out of the den and toward the main part of the house.

There was a creepy and eerie feeling when walking around the dark and quiet house. You thought for sure you were going to turn a corner and see someone standing there. Your heart was racing rapidly in your chest to the point you thought you were going to throw it up. But the moment you came to the kitchen area and looked out toward the backyard you saw him.

He was standing just at the forest line behind the fence in the Harrington backyard. The pool lights were on so it was causing an eerie glowing blue color to light up the entire backyard. Your chest rose and fell with each rapid breath as you kept your eyes on him. Again, he was far, but you would be able to spot Eddie from anywhere.

Eddie rose a hand up, beckoning you toward him.

You hesitated for a second before your feet started toward the backyard. The sliding door opened with ease and you stepped out into the cold autumn air, your skin breaking out in goosebumps, feet padding across the cold patio. Everything around you felt hazy for a moment, almost like you were floating toward him.

"E-Eddie?" You called out. "Eddie is that you?"

Steve groaned slightly as he woke up the couch was not as comfortable as he was hoping. He sat up slowly and rubbed at his face before looking out over the den. But his heart felt like it stopped the moment he noticed that the spot you were lying in was empty.

"Fuck," He cursed as he rushed to stand from the couch.

Steve stumbled out into the hallway and saw the back sliding door open. He stood there for a second, confused when he saw you slowly walking across his backyard. Your movements were almost like you were sleepwalking. Steve rushed out the door calling your name a few times, but you never stopped and you never turned around.

"Hey! Hey, hey" Steve called out, grabbing your shoulder as he came around to face you. "What are you..."

His voice trailed off when he was able to fully notice and see your face. Steve instantly got flashbacks to standing in front of Nancy as he stood with her in the Upside Down. Her body went completely still with her eyes rolling into the back of her head, unable to reach her as she was in Vecna's hold. Steve muttered a soft 'no' as he saw the whites of your eyes rolling back with your eyelids fluttering slightly.

"Hey! Hey, Y/N! Come on! Wake up!" Steve shouted, shaking your body as he held onto you tightly. "Come on! Please!"

As Steve held you tightly in his arms, it felt like you were pushing against him trying to move forward. Steve looked down and could see your bare feet trying to step forward but his hold was keeping you in place.

"Y/N! This isn't funny...fucking wake up!" Steve screamed, his voice traveling into the home through the open sliding door.

The first person to wake up was Robin, confused by the screaming that she was hearing. She looked around and noticed both you and Steve were gone, Steve's screams becoming more and more apparent.

"Please....god! Please Y/N!" Steve's voice echoed from outside.

Robin reached over and shook Nancy, waking her the girl looking at her with wide eyes. "Come on, something is wrong with Y/N."

The commotion of Nancy and Robin rushing out of the house was enough to wake both Jonathan and Dustin. Seeing their panic made them move fast as they followed close behind. Robin froze for a second when she saw the scene in front of her. Steve in a clear panic tried to wake you up, but you were completely unresponsive. Out of the corner of his eye, Steve was able to notice the other's coming out into the backyard.

"My Walkman! It's upstairs, go and get it!" Steve shouted to them, "Find something for her. Hurry!"

"I'll know what might be her favorite, come on," Robin spoke, grabbing Jonathan's wrist and pulling him into the house.

Nancy moved toward Steve and reached to grab you, her hand wrapping around your wrist and hissing at how cold your skin felt. Her eyes widened before looking up at Steve in shock.

"She's ice cold," Nancy whispered. "How long has she been out here?"

"I don't know," Steve shook his head, his panic making his eyes water. "I-I woke up and she was like this...I-I don't...I don't know..."

"Ok, ok." Nancy nodded her head. "She's not up in the air, so that's good."

"Guys..." Dustin's voice called out from the other side of the backyard, staring out toward the forest line. "D-Do you see that?"

Nancy and Steve turned to follow Dustin's eye line to whatever he was looking at. Steve's brows pulled together in confusion for a moment till he saw it. It moved behind the trees slowly, but he was certain he saw it. And but the small gasp that left Nancy's lips, she saw it too.

"I-Is that...do you think..." Nancy spoke making sure her eyes stayed on the figure. She couldn't make any features out but it was tall enough for her to know it was a man.

"Eddie...Eddie...Eddie..." You whimpered, his name barely leaving your lips. It sounded like you were crying. But you were still in the curse-like state.

"Holy shit!" Dustin stumbled back in shock as he watched, who or whatever was there, shot up into the sky. Large wings spanned out from their back and were gone within the blink of an eye. Everyone watched in shock and amazement as it disappeared. Jonathan and Robin came rushing back out into the yard just as it flew into the hair.

"What the hell was that!?" Jonathan called out with his eyes up at the dark sky.

But before anyone could say a word about what just happened, you slowly opened your eyes and look toward Steve. Your eyes were barely opened, almost like you were sleepy. Steve sighed when he was able to see your eyes and reached to caress your face softly.

"Oh, my god..." Steve breathed with relief.

But the relief was short-lived as you collapsed into your friend's arm. Steve acted quickly and grabbed you, pulling you into his chest and holding your body. It just erupted a new round of panic within your friends.

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wordsarelife · 11 months

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ILLICIT AFFAIRS (part three)

pairing: Anthony Lockwood x reader

warning: angst

note: at the end of this part, you will be able to choose your own ending!! and I'm so sorry this took me so long to finish

summary: it's too late, Anthony has made his decision and you're ready to accept your destiny

part one, part two

taglist: @cat-lockwood @theamuz @archiveoftara

not long after your conversation, Penelope had come to your room to help you get ready. she had dried your tears and helped you to slip into another uncomfortable dress, that was so tight, it would hopefully hold you together, at least for tonight.

she had took you into her arms, to show her love and her sympathy, you watched her as she tidied the table and packed away the make-up she had brought, she was the future you had ahead of you.

she had married James years ago, and you loved him like he was your real brother. you knew that Penelope loved him now too. maybe you could love Henry one day.

"ready?" your sister asked softly, studying your form. before you could answer, there was a knock at the door, you rose to your feet as your face lightened up and Penelope watched your expression change, when it was only James in front of the door.

she swore her heart broke a little for you.

she watched as James hugged you and you seemed to find a little bit of peace in the arms of a man you had looked up to for so long, even if it wasn't the one you had been wishing for.

you walked into your bathroom to get your purse as Penelope and James talked quietly in the other room

"how is she?" Penelope had told her husband what had happened about an hour before

"one moment she seems like she is fine, and then I watch her face get hopeful at the mere thought that he might change his mind"

"he won't, will he?"

Penelope shrugged "I don't know him. she showed me a few photos and talked about him highly, but does he really love her if he lets her suffer like that?"

"I don't know" James showed her a high lipped smile "maybe he thinks that's best for her, I mean I didn't always knew it, but I know that you're best for me, maybe she will experience the same with Henry some day"

"hopefully" Penelope nodded

you walked back into the room and send them both a big smile, that was even faker then londons claim to solve the problem until next year. "can we?" you asked and James and Penelope send each other a look, that you missed because you had already walked to the door, waiting on them to follow you downstairs.

"where's Matthew?" you asked as you three walked down the hallway. normally your brother would be joined by his wife, Sarah. but she was heavily pregnant, so he would be attending alone this year

"probably already downstairs, he wanted to see your earlier, but I thought you had enough on your plate then"

"thank you" you send her a tight lipped smile, which she couldn't quiet tell was real.

"oh my beautiful daughters, evening James" your father greeted upon your arrival in one of the private family rooms.

you smiled at your family, no one really noticed that you tried your best to hold back tears.

“y/n! hello” your brother stepped forward and engulfed you in a hug. you broke it as fast as possible nearly breaking down in the comforting arms.

your brother looked at you weird, but before he could say something else, your mother had replaced him, inspecting your dress. “an old one of Penelope? beautiful my dear” she nodded approvingly and you turned to look at your sister, who smiled in relief.

“sha’ll we?” your father outstretched his arm, so your mother could take it. James and Penelope did the same and Matthew stepped next to your side.

“if it’s alright if i’m bringing you out tonight?”

you smiled, gladly taking his offer, you felt like you needed somebody next to you tonight.

your family walked down the hallway and down the stairs. “i know something’s bothering you, y/n”

despite you having a rather big age difference to your siblings - 7 years to Penelope and 9 years to Matthew - you three had always been close. and each one of you could tell when something was wrong with one of your siblings.

“yeah, actually” you smiled bitterly, trying to bite back the tears “i’m supposed to get engaged tonight”

“what?” exclaimed Matthew loudly, stopping in the middle of the way. to your luck, your family didn’t notice that.

“it’s alright”

Matthew shook his head “no it’s not! you’re way too young and by the time it would be your turn i would’ve been able to convince dad that you wouldn’t have to go through with it”

you smiled at him, sadly. “oh, matty” you gulped “you would do that for me? even if it would be totally unfair to you and Penelope? you had to go through with it, why shouldn’t i?”

“because i don’t want this for you, n/n. i hope that you’ll be able to make your own decisions once the time comes, and surely not when you’re barely seventeen.”

“it’s not that bad, Matthew. it’s gonna be Henry Rottwell, i know him”

“yeah, but do you love him?”

you and Matthew had begun to walk again, quickly catching up to your family

“no, not him”

“not him?”

“it doesn’t matter, it’s over and too late anyway”

"you know, you can tell me anything, right?"

you just nodded and Matthew sighed, accepting the fact that you wouldn't lose another word about what or better, who was bothering you.

"good evening" your father said loudly as your family entered the big ball room. the guests cheered upon your arrival and you looked around the room, trying to find Anthony, you weren't able though.

the party had been going on for a few hours, you mostly had spent it in your siblings company, not keen on talking to any strange people tonight.

it was then, that your father wanted to talk to you in another room. Henry Rottwell was there when you entered and you knew what was about to happen.

"hey" Henry smiled upon your arrival. you returned the sentiment and sat down beside him in front of your fathers desk.

"I presume I don't have to tell you, why you're here, y/n"

"no" you shook your head and your father smiled

"alright" he nodded in Henry's direction. "you can proceed, mr Rotwell"

you knew how these things took place, your siblings had told you enough already, it was always the male part of the relationship, who would ask for the hand in marriage in front of both the daughter and father of the other family.

"thank you, mr Fittes" Henry turned to look at you "you already know why I'm here, y/n. our families decided that we would make a great match. we will have beautiful children and unite two of the most important families in England. what do you say, will you marry me?"

you turned your head and looked at your father "we've already talked about the details, you will get married in august, we will start preparing right after you've finished school"

"so soon?"

"don't be afraid" Henry smiled friendly "I promise I will be a good husband"

"I don't doubt that" you shook your head "I had just hoped, to finish college before we-"

"college?" your father laughed at you and never in your life had you felt smaller

Henry send you a look and you could tell from his eyes how much he was dreading this, he seemed to have a lot of sympathy for your situation, born into such a powerful family and being a woman.

"that's ridiculous, y/n" your father finally spoke "what do you need a degree for? you both could live a comfortable life from the marriage portion alone and some day Henry will take over his fathers agency"

"and what about me?" you asked, already feeling the tears coming, Henry grabbed your hand and even if you wanted to do anything else in the world, you were happy to have him at your side

"you will bear and raise your children of course, now please, that's enough. do you accept his proposal?"

you knew that there was no sense in saying no, so you turned to look at Henry, who send you such a boyish smile, that you nearly forgot all the worries in the world

"I accept your proposal"

"terrific!" your father cheered. he got up from his chair and hugged you and shook Henry's hand. "follow me, children, we will announce the news immediately.

you followed him down the hall. Henry squeezed your hands three times, which made you look up at him. "everything's gonna be alright, I promise"

you nodded, just wishing this night to be over, so you could spend it crying yourself to sleep.

"dear guests!" your father said loudly, gathering the attention of everyone in the huge ballroom "I'm happy to announce my youngest daughters engagement to Henry Rotwell" the people cheered and you smiled uncomfortably

you nearly collapsed when you found his eyes for the first time this evening. he looked so deeply saddened at the news and you gulped. it wasn't like you had broken up with him. he could've had you, if only he wanted it.

so you forced yourself to look away and smile through the pain, just hoping that it would go away some day.

CHOOSE YOUR ENDING:

X CLOSURE

"yes, I got your letter, yes, I'm doing better. I know that it's over, I don't need your closure"

X AFTERGLOW

"It's all me, just don't go, meet me in the afterglow"

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lisbeth-snape · 12 days

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So I translated the 3th part of my ff so enjoy<3

I think I'll be updating every week, feel free to comment or leave some feedback

"The Curse" by Lissu

Part 3: was he... Gentle?

"Finally, done," Col said contentedly as his potion changed color to the appropriate one after he had stirred it counterclockwise for the last minute.

"You took quite a while," I remarked, describing my elixir on parchment paper that I intended to attach to the flask.

"If only dragonfly eyes weren't slipping out of the mortar and onto the bench the whole time, I would have been much faster," he said irritably, while Sophie and Lucy laughed. "Snape did say it's best to crush them with the side of the knife," they continued laughing, though I wasn't finding it amusing. I wanted nothing more than to clean up the messy classroom tonight instead of being at the welcome party in the common room. I sighed heavily and raised my hand, waiting for the professor to notice me.

"Yes?" he grunted, looking into my eyes, sending a shiver down my spine."I'm finished," I replied, lowering my hand.

"Put it on the desk and leave, you don't have to make meaningless noise and inform me of such matters," I apologized as he issued the command, and I immediately complied. "Goodbye, professor. Bye," I said the second sentence softly, passing by my friends, indicating that I would wait outside the door in the corridor.

The next lesson was supposed to be Transfiguration, which I wasn't worried about at all, knowing that, immodestly speaking, I was really good at it. However, I realized I couldn't rely solely on my own intuition of my abilities, so I began reviewing the Gamp's Laws note, studying each one in turn. I smirked at the thought of what Soap did last year while transforming a bird into a goblet. Due to a slip-up, her transfiguration didn't fully succeed, and it ended up with a bird covered in glass feathers, flapping them in panic, trying to fly away but being too heavy, and the glass shards from its wings flew into the bodies of the nearest students. If it weren't for Professor McGonagall's quick reaction, it could have ended terribly, and the poor creature could have suffered longer. Since then, Soap has been panicking at the thought of those classes. For the whole month after that incident, she dreamt every night of the terrified animal, causing her immense guilt and fear of doing it again to any other creature. As I snapped out of my thoughts, I reached for the "Transfiguration Guide for Advanced" textbook, thinking it would be the last textbook I'd use for this subject, and began browsing through it. I briefly recalled the material, and Colton left the room.

"Disaster!" he exclaimed loudly. "I made a small mistake, and he told me to rewrite the entire potion description from the beginning instead of just letting me cross it out and write it next to it," he sat down, annoyed. "My hand hurts from all this writing," he continued, rubbing his wrist. "He's such a jerk" I whispered as if afraid he might hear me. "I'm afraid of what grade I'll get. I don't think I made any mistakes, but he can nitpick about literally anything," he said honestly.

"I don't even dare to hope he'll give me a good grade for it. I completely forgot to filter it; I only realized it when I was already handing it over to him, and I noticed that only my potion had sediment at the bottom of the bottle," he grabbed his head and leaned over his knees, and I felt sorry for him. This mistake could have gone unnoticed anywhere else, but not with Snape.

"Maybe it won't be so bad," I tried to comfort him, although I didn't believe it myself. I hugged him and tried to continue. "It could have been worse; everything could have just exploded on you," I chuckled lightly. "Or I could have ended up with a detention like you," he scoffed, and I hit him on the arm. "It's a shame you won't be on the party tonight. The prefects were supposed to get us butterbeer from the Hogsmeade and stuff" I sighed. "Maybe Snape will treat me kindly," I looked at Colton, and we laughed together, and the door next to us opened, and a group of Hufflepuffs came out, including Lucy, who sat next to me and started apologizing.

"I really didn't want you to get detention because of me, I really hope he didn't hear what I said, and—" I grabbed her hands to stop her from picking at the skin around her nails, seeing they were starting to bleed. "Calm down, Lu," I looked into her eyes.

"It wasn't your fault, just yesterday—" and at that moment, Soap came out, asking what we were talking about, seeing how focused and close we were sitting.

"I was about to talk about seeing something strange yesterday, but we need to go somewhere else," I got up from the bench under the classroom and started walking to a quieter place at the end of one of the corridors, and the whole trio followed me. "No one will hear us here," Colton said, and Sophie squealed, "Just don't say anything, Lucy. We know you have a loose tongue; the whole school knows I ate soap when I was little thanks to you." "It's not my fault, someone asked me, and I told a few people, and they—" the blonde interrupted her. "An has something to say," I looked at him and began, "this morning I couldn't sleep, so I decided to get myself together and study in the Great Hall before breakfast, but as I was walking down the corridor, I saw Snape heading to the dungeons. He was covered in blood and looked quite injured," I spoke cautiously, looking around to make sure no one was listening, after all, we were in Slytherin territory. "So, the rumors are true? Did he had the Dark Mark?" I nodded, confirming.

"He must have been at the Death Eaters' meeting!" Lucy exclaimed at Sophie's question, and she grabbed her. "Don't squeal; someone might hear you, panicky."

"We all can't panic," Colton added, looking at each of us in turn. "We don't know if it's true," I wanted to reassure myself, talking to them. "We need to look into it better—"

"But we have more important matters now," I said, showing the Transfiguration textbook, listening to Soap sigh and say, "oh no." "It'll be okay, girl. You said you reviewed all the books and notes over the summer," "yes, but I'm still terribly afraid something will go wrong," Lucy interrupted our conversation, saying she's leaving us because she has to run to Herbology in the greenhouses on the lawns. We said goodbye to her and left the dungeons straight to McGonagall's class, still discussing what I saw in the morning.

The lesson of transmutation went unusually smoothly. McGonagall decided that today, on the occasion of the first day, we would simply review the material from previous years, which I was prepared for and often volunteered to answer questions. Soap did the same, feeling more confident due to studying during the holidays.

"10 points for Ravenclaw," Colt and Soap high-fived because they were standing closest to each other.

"I'm really proud of your commitment during the lesson," the senior witch said. "I see that many of you are making great progress, which makes me really happy. Transmutation is one of the most difficult branches of magic, and many of you seem to have no problem with it," she smiled warmly. "You can go on break now," she opened the doors with an alohomora, and the whole year, pleased with the extra points for our house, began packing their textbooks.

"I didn't even think it would go so well," my friend hugged me, pleased with herself. "I didn't doubt it for a moment," I said, putting on my bag and we went together to the next lesson, which was history of magic.

Professor Binns sat behind his desk telling another boring story from the textbook, and most of the class was asleep. Colton was talking quietly with his Slytherin friend David about the school's preparations for the first task in the Triwizard Tournament, wondering what the tasks would be and who they would choose as representatives for each school, but mostly about the upcoming Quidditch match. Both of them were on the school teams. Soap was drawing something in her notebook, and I, in a sour mood, was thinking more and more about the impending detention with the potions master. I had never met a more unpleasant person in my life. Everything about him was disgusting - his tone of voice, which always carried anger and resentment, the grimace that always graced his face, but above all, how he treated us. I was afraid of him, especially when he vented his anger on us for no reason, an immature and vile bat, with a repellent appearance. I grimaced at the thought of how disgustingly greasy his hair always was, his skin seemed dry and rough like sandpaper, and his smell was simply unpleasant, like old, musty books left to rot in the most dampness basement ever. On the other hand, his facial features were... What was I thinking?! I scolded myself for suddenly going down such a strange path. Something in me thought he could look... good? If his hair was clean and wore something else... My thoughts wandered into increasingly strange areas, causing me to completely forget about taking notes.

-Hey, grand control to major Tom," Colton shook me by the shoulder. "Huh?" I looked at him questioningly. "The lesson is over, aren't you coming to lunch?" he stood up, taking his bag from the bench. "Oh, lunch," I said, gathering my things.

"What's wrong? You've been staring out the window for two hours, and now you act like you just woke up," Soap sighed. "I'm worried about the detention and missing the party and just being with h-i-m," I trailed off. "Eh...Come on, let's eat something, it'll improve your mood," Soap said, knowing my habits perfectly, which only reminded me of worse times, making me feel even more miserable, but honestly, she was right. As soon as I reached for the jug with my favorite tea, I filled my cup and started eating my favorite herb-roasted potatoes, I immediately felt better.

"The turkey is really great today," said Joan, the girl who shared a dormitory with her friend Mary, Sophie, and me. Colton confirmed this, reaching for another portion. "Do you want some?" he asked me and my blonde next to me. "Yes, please," Soap replied. "I'm not that hungry," I said, feeling like the potatoes I ate were growing in my throat, and I had a carousel in my head. For some reason, I felt significant weakness, and dark spots spread before my eyes, slowly blurring my whole picture. Blood pulsed in my temples more and more, and suddenly I felt drops from my nose dripping straight onto the plate.

"Oh shit, Joanna!" Thomas, the prefect from the last year sitting across from me, exclaimed. "Quickly, we need to take her to the hospital wing," he continued, standing up, but I denied it. "I'm fine, it's probably just stress," I lied, suspecting what could have happened to me.

"She got detention from the bat today," Sophie explained, handing me napkins. "Thanks," I said, applying them to my nose to stop the bleeding, and Colt grabbed me by the neck and leaned my head forward. "Better?" he asked, patting my shoulder. "Yes, much better," I grabbed his hand and rested my head on his chest.

"At least we only have three hours of Herbology left. Professor Sprout surely won't bother you today if we tell her you're not feeling well," "maybe she'll even give you some strengthening herbal mixture," Thomas and my friend comforted me. "You're probably right," I smiled slightly as I took more napkins, slowly getting up, leaning against the table and holding onto my friend's arm, I took my first steps towards the greenhouse. As soon as we stepped outside, I felt the cold wind on my cheeks, as it blew my hair. I lifted my face and looked up, the weather today was quite sunny, compared to yesterday's downpour. Bright clouds traversed the blue sky, forming various patterns and shapes. "It's a pity you have to go today and we can't spend the evening together; I feel guilty about that..." Soap began. "Let's not start this, please," I interrupted her and went towards the greenhouse faster, overtaking my friends, not wanting to continue the same topic again. I took my place at the nearest table, which was luckily empty, taking a deep breath, and trying to relax.

I felt another surge of pain in my head as I groaned quietly, which did not go unnoticed by my friends, who sat at the next table and quickly came to me. "What happened?" Colton asked, concerned. "Nothing, just a headache," I lied again, not wanting to bother them. "You should go to the hospital wing," Soap said seriously, and I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "I'm fine, really," I reassured her, taking another deep breath. "If you say so," she replied, not fully convinced, and they returned to their seats. I lay my head on the table, covering it with my arms, trying to block out the light and sounds around me, and prayed for this class to be over as soon as possible so that I could finally lie down and rest.

Today, we were planting and harvesting plants used as ingredients for healing potions, with the Quidditch season starting anew. The three hours passed remarkably quickly; I was busy cutting dry twigs of plants that had grown over the summer and were ready to be harvested. I arranged all the twigs and branches on a cloth, from which Sophie took them, while Colton prepared the leaves for drying. At 5 o'clock, after finishing the tasks, we went to have a supper. I didn't have much of an appetite as I was feeling my stomach tightening itself with stress.

"At least take a piece of cranberry cake for strength; you don't know how much work awaits you there. Maybe you'll be scrubbing everything until midnight or longer," Soap persuaded me, and I complied. Sipping mint tea, I reached for a piece of cake with my favorite creamy frosting, white chocolate, and tangy-sweet cranberries. I took the first bite. The sweetness momentarily lifted my mood, and I stopped thinking about how bad I had felt earlier. However, the stomach pain returned with double force, indicating that I wouldn't be able to eat anything else today. I passed my place to the Sophie -you can eat it if you want, I can't handle any more- I said as I stood up "I'll head to detention now," I said, leaning on the table, finishing my tea, and leaving the rest of the cake. "Have fun, and don't overdo it with the butterbeer," my friend joked loudly, "Good thing you know only house-elves can get drunk on it!" "You'll be fine, birdie. We're rooting for you. After all, how many people have come out of there alive?" Thomas squeezed my hand, "We believe in you. Good luck." I thanked my friends and started walking towards the dungeons.

It was just as cold there in the evening as it was early in the morning, although now I felt it much more strongly. In the morning, at least, I was warm after a bath. My whole body shivered intensely, and I hoped I would warm up by moving a bit while cleaning. As I descended the stairs, I almost slipped but caught hold of the railing, avoiding a fall. The stairs were long, narrow, and winding, hewn from stone that had clearly worn away over the years, making it easier for someone's foot to slip. A few troublemakers going to the common room laughed at my near-fall, but I paid them little attention.

I stopped in front of the Potions classroom and knocked. "Enter," I heard from behind the door. I took a deep breath and pushed the heavy wooden door with all the strength I could muster.

"Good evening, Professor," I greeted him as politely as I could approaching him, to which he reacted only with a slight change of expression for a brief moment as a kind of greeting. I silently approached the pile of dirty and used utensils, and behind me, I heard "Wand," I turned to the teacher. "In detention, everything is cleaned manually, in case you forget. You should feel your punishment," I apologized softly, saying it was my first detention, and I moved past him to the desk where I left my wand, which he immediately took, tucking it into his pocket. Somewhat alarmed that my wand was no longer on the desk, from which I could pick it up in a situation requiring it, I looked into his eyes, but he immediately turned his cold gaze elsewhere. I lowered my head and went to the sink against the wall to start washing the dishes, not wanting to irritate him and extend my punishment.

Despite all the cauldrons being horribly coated with a sticky, disgusting residue that was difficult to remove, I managed quite efficiently and quickly, although the detergents were making my hands burn and dry out more with each passing moment. I rolled up my sleeves to avoid getting them wet and began rinsing the scissors, which someone had used to cut something horribly slimy and sticky, then I moved on to washing the mortar and pestle until foam flooded my wound. I cursed loudly and involuntarily dropped the vial of potion, which shattered under my feet with a loud bang. I looked at the burning inscription, which looked even worse than yesterday or this morning. The purplish color began to spread more strongly on my hand, and the cut itself was covered with yellow-green pus. I stared for maybe 10 minutes, or a second. In the shock that engulfed me at the sight, I couldn't determine how long it might have lasted until Snape interrupted everything, speaking sharply, "I hope I'm not mistaken, Miss Doe." He stood up from his chair and began to walk towards me, speaking more and more angrily, taking steps closer and closer to me until something in me snapped. I started crying, fearing him, his tone of voice, and above all, that he was getting closer and I didn't see the purpose for which he was approaching. Since childhood, I had been afraid of any man who raised his voice other if they were not my father. My head began to spin, cold sweat covered my skin, and none of his words reached me anymore, even as he shouted them almost into my face. I collapsed, darkness swirling before my eyes, and he caught me by the waist, which was the last thing I felt and remembered.

I don't know what happened next. I woke up in his chair, behind his desk. It was quite spacious, upholstered in black leather and even comfortable, much more than typical stools we were having to sit as students. Snape was kneeling in front of me his left knee, carefully examining my hand. He didn't even notice that I had regained consciousness and was staring at him quietly, trying to organize my thoughts. For the man, what he saw was a great shock and at the same time one of the gut wreaking things he had ever seen, although as a Death Eater, he had seen a lot. Nevertheless, the inscription on the girl's hand moved him, not because it was in any way more drastic that things he saw before, but because the term "dirty blood whore" was almost the same thing that he said as he had destroyed his friendship with Lily Evans, as he called her"mudblood" in anger and shame in spite of how much he loved her, after marauders almost suffocated him with soap suds, while they exposed his absolutely naked lower part of his body to everyone present outside.

As soon as I gained some strength and assessed the situation around me I spoke to him softly with hope "I need your help," I whispered, seeking the last straw of salvation, knowing he had everything I would need to make healing potions or anything else.

Snape looked at me one of his eyebrows up, as he walked to the door, which I had no idea where were leading, and a moment later he returned with a glass, several vials, and a small jar. He arranged everything in a row in front of me.

"Give it to me," he ordered, concentrated. I reached out to him with my trembling hand, and he unscrewed a small jar with an intensely smelling gray substance and began massaging it into my wound, which started to tingle and burn like fire under the thick layer of slimy spread he applied. I whimpered with pain and wanted to pull my hand away, but he tightened his grip, and looked me straight in the eyes. "Do not pull away, Doe," his voice, for the first time, seemed to lack the typical aggression, it was almost... calm? I took a deep breath, trying to calm my trembling insides. I focused on his dark eyes, which seemed to contain a million emotions at once, completely unreadable to me. The wound began to heal, and the bluish swelling on the skin slowly disappeared and the burning was getting weaker till it disappeared. I looked at his masculine hand, veined, slim, and delicately covered with dark hair, which still tightly gripped my wrist. Somehow, I felt like I had never been so close to any man before. He was kneeling in from of me, touching me with care... When the wound looked healed, and only a white scar remained, I heard him say close to my face, "You can stop staring at me now," as abruptly and with the same passive aggression as everything else when he spoke up. He poured one of the potions into the glass and handed it to me, saying shortly, "Drink." Obediently but reluctantly followed the command, despite how much I feared what might be inside, but I wanted to believe that even if he was a Death Eater, he wouldn't have an interest in killing me in his class, where everyone knows I was having detention today. That was too obvious. As soon as I drank the mysterious liquid, he took the glass from me and poured another potion into it, and then another.

"You should be feeling better soon," he stood up and took the vials to where all the other dirty dishes were, which I hadn't had time to wash, and then he cast a few spells, and everything was cleaning itself as the sponge was floating in the air, foaming and scrubbing every dish, the sink was opening the and closing the source of water rinsing everything from the foam, and the clean dishes floated in the air back to their place, neatly arranged on the shelves and tables.

"I won't force you to clean anything in such a state, but you will have to make everything up anyway, but you can go for now." Surprised by the sudden compassion of the teacher, I stood up in amazement as I thanked him sincerely, heading for the exit.

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Thranduil and Josie Part 100- The 13th Hour

Summary: Magic, spells and illusions oh my. Sometimes things aren't always as they appear. Thranduil? Where for art thou Thranduil? Something wicked this way comes. Raven is a wanted witch as Josie vows to end her. Is this the end of a great love? Only time will tell....

Warning: DEATH, angst, sexual references, language

"Love can sometimes be magic, and magic can sometimes be an illusion. Tonight is one of those nights when even the moon has to bathe himself in blood to prove the love for his sunshine."

All Hallows' Eve 1 am.

The full moon had turned to blood at the passing of midnight. Low rumbles of thunder could be heard in the remote distance and flashes of lightning flickered through the hazy night sky.

Raven stormed through the forest, execrated with rage after witnessing her mother's vicious death. She entered a secluded ritual ground that she held knowledge of as Caroline had frequently used it. Raven's hands burst into flames which also lit up the circle of standing firepits.

Her eyes burned bright orange, matching that of the inferno encasing her as she screamed. "Jareth!!!!"

Raven broke down in excruciating emotional agony causing all the fire to extinguish. Although she and her mother grew apart as Raven aged, Caroline was all she had in the entire world. Despite everything, she loved her...and now she was gone...bled dry before her very eyes. All because of you.

"Jareth!! Where are you??? I need you!!!" Raven howled.

The wind suddenly picked up and Jareth appeared behind her. "I am here. Do not fear. I am yours."

Raven gasped and spun around, jumping into his arms.

"Now now my love. Dry your tears and tell me what has caused them." the goblin King sympathetically demanded.

Rave released him and went into a rant. "They killed her! They killed my mother! And I saw it happen! Lestat and his evil clan, including my own grandmother. She killed her own daughter!. My mother trusted him and he turned on her! and they did it all for my wretched witch of a sister!! It wasn't supposed to be this way...my mother...she...she was supposed to come with us...far away from here where we would be safe with you in your Kingdom, after...after she took care of...that miserable Elvenking. And...she did...but something must have happened...after I assisted her to get him alone. I never should have left her but those damn elves were in the way....and the others were coming." Raven then became hostile as she clenched her teeth. "You have to take care of them all! For me, for my mother! and then help me finish the plan she started. I have to do this for her and to make my sister know pain like no other. Like she has caused me..."

Jareth paced slowly about as he took in all of this information. "I will help you but if you are asking of me to also harm your sister and her unborn child, I will not. It is non-negotiable."

"No, I meant I want her to suffer as far as pain...but..umm. Why?? Why are you defending her!! Like everyone else always does! She is nothing to you so why do you care???" The jealousy was unmistakable in Raven's tone and words. "Do you secretly desire her like every other man on the planet seems to? She has already taken one love from me, I will not let her have you too!!""

"Pipe down girl! Know your place for I am all you have left now. You do not want to infuriate me. My concerns regarding the Queen are none of yours."

"They are if you dream of fucking her!! Is that what it is?? Am I not good enough?? Do you crave a more experienced woman?? Because you will definitely find that in her! She's had two elves and a vampire. I am sure she wouldn't mind a....a...whatever you are!"

Jareth was now enraged like he warned her not to do. One swift turn of his hand and a monstrous creature evolved from the ground that stood growling with rage in front of Raven. She fell backwards and the alien like form raised his arm to strike her. A blinding flash of light then engulfed them both.

The hideous creature began to combust in flames, lighting up the forest up through the trees and then it fell dead at her feet.

She ran and then spun around to Jareth in utter fear.

He stood with a cheshire cat grin upon his face as he formed his hand into the shape of a gun and blew a heavy breath over his fingertip.

"Are you fucking crazy??!!" she reeled. "What the fuck was that thing??!"

"That my dear was a wendigo. I suppose if you had not been under lock and key for half of your life, you would have known of the deadly beast's existence. Crazy? Some may choose such words to describe me. But I am only crazy for you. As I told you once before...love me and I will be your slave....but as you have witnessed just now...cross me and I will dig your grave. You conjured me as you wished for a King. You should be more careful what you wish for, for you just might get it all....and then some you don't want. Have I made myself clear now?"

"Crystal....." Raven muttered with wide ghastly eyes.

"Marvelous. Now. For the task at hand that you ask of me. Thy will be done. I will go now and handle the matters and you shall go attend to your mother's and then off we all shall go back to Goblin Town to live happily ever after." Jareth reveled in delight.

"Wait...no. I want to go with you. I cannot go and handle her agenda all on my own."

Jareth stroked her trembling chin and locked his lips on hers, slithering his devilish tongue into her mouth. Raven melted against him at his touch as she twirled her tongue around his. Soft enticing moans escaped her and in turn, his firm cock and intermittent twitches could be felt against her pelvis. "I...I do love you my King Jareth. I wish for you to take me away from this awful place as I once asked of you before."

The goblin King smiled as a clock appeared behind him and he pointed at it. "So be it. The thirteenth hour is upon us. Time is short. I suggest you hurry before the blood of the moon wears thin." Jareth and the clock then both disappeared.

"J..Jareth?? Wait....oh god..." Raven panicked and then raced off.

Haldir, Legolas, Aragorn, Narcisse, Selene and Michael had sped off after Raven but the conniving sorceress was able to deter them from her path. That did not dissuade them from their course and they kept on in search for the fire fiend.

You finally let go of Garrett and ran to your grandmother Maharet, who was now nothing but a statue of stone.

"We have to do something! She cannot be dead!"

A cold hand softly rested on your shoulder. "The power lies within your grasp." You turned to see a saddened and bloody Lestat. Maharet meant a lot to him and she had also just saved his life. If not for her, he would not have been able to stop from sucking Caroline's last supply of blood. He then glanced down at your pocket.

"Oh...oh my god...the pendant! Will it...can it..."

"It can. Why do you think it is so desired in the vampire realms of the world." Garrett added as he came up to you with a smile. "You can bring your grandmother back Josephine."

You took it from your pocket and then gazed at Lestat. "Just so you know...If it were you before me in stone right now...I would do the same for you. You have earned a place in my heart LeBrat."

For the first time since you had known him, the disconnected vampire laughed a genuine laugh instead of his protective snarky ones.

"Just don't ever call me that again." he grinned.

"Deal.."

You kissed the gem and placed it on Maharet's stone cold heart, holding it there with your palm. The emerald lit up so bright, it x-rayed right through your hand revealing your bones and veins. Just like that, there she was, alive and well...and in shock.

"Grandmother!!" you screeched and ran into her arms.

After she realized what you had just done for her, her face softened and she embraced you in return. "I have no words. This will never be forgotten young one. And...just call me Mara. Grandmother seems so....old." she said with a smirk.

"I...I am so sorry for what you felt you had to do."

"Nonsense. It needed to be done or Caroline would have continued on her path of destruction. Now we must deal with Clover so you can find your husband. It is time to go."

As you all rushed out the door....a voice called to you stopping you dead in your tracks. Thranduil's voice. "Josephine...." You whipped around so fast, your neck cracked and then you ran back inside to where his voice came from.

"Thranduil!!! Thranduil, where are you?? I am right here, I hear you!" you cried and panted in despair as your eyes darted all around the room.

"Josephine? What are you doing? Thranduil is not in here?" Julian asked as he gently grabbed your arm.

"Yes he is! Didn't you hear him?? He is calling for me daddy! HELP ME find him!!"

"Josephine..." Thranduil's voice called to you again, but in a whispering echo.

You gasped and clutched your father. "There! Did you hear him??" The look upon Julian's face told you that he did not. "It's alright...you cannot hear him because it is our special connection! Thranduil!! Tell me where you are baby please!!" you shouted as you quickly paced around the room.

You were beginning to hyperventilate when ....you saw him. In the mirror on the wall with his palm resting flat on it...from the other side...and it was raining. He gazed at you with an expressionless face. His eyes were of moonlight... And....then you saw....her. Behind him on a balcony. The same woman you saw that saved you from the ravaging ocean waters...the same woman that you saw Thranduil conversing with on the grounds of his halls. His mother....

You turned to your father in desperation. "Do you see him????"

Julian shook his head softly. "No my love. All I see is our reflection."

"But...but..he is right here!!" You placed your hand on the mirror against his and you felt him. You felt his warm soft skin and could also feel his heartbeat pulse through you. His energy was invigorating.

Sparks began to fly as your hands touched and it shocked you. Literally.

The mirror shattered into pieces like a bomb had went off. The force of the blast sent you and Julian soaring backwards.

After all you had been through, you had become quite resilient and got right up to tend to your unconscious father who had held you in his arms to protect you from the fall. As powerful as Julian was, he still was somewhat weakened from 9 years of being shackled to iron.

"Daddy!! Wake up!! I cannot lose you again!" you sobbed and shook him.

Julian's eyes fluttered open and he sat right up. "I am alright my Jo...I think I just had the wind knocked out of me."

You quickly turned to the shattered mirror on the wall, then ran to it. There was nothing there but the frame and the back lining. You panicked and ripped the frame from it's tethers....and all you saw was a gray stone wall.

"NO!!" You smacked your hands relentlessly all over the empty stone slab. "Thranduil!!!" Your hands slid down the wall as you dropped to your knees and bawled.

"Jo...Come...we will find him."

"But...he was right here!! I..I touched him!! Daddy...you have to believe me! It was like...like he was in some other world. He needs me!! He is trapped somewhere! And...I...I..I saw his mother there too....My mother did this, I know it!!"

"Then we must go now and find him! and Raven... I promise you, I will do everything in my power to help you. There are 13 of us against one little weakened girl."

"She is by far not weak when she is this angry. Father, you should know that the strongest magic comes from the worst emotions...anger and rage. Let us not forget that she was a mere child when she slaughtered half of Laketown. We cannot take her powers lightly."

Julian lowered his hand down to you. "I underestimate no one." You whimpered a soft cry and took his hand, then reluctantly went with him while glancing back at the wall...

1:15 am

Aragorn and the six others found the stone circle where Raven had been. A light smokey film still lingered. "She has been here just moments ago and could not be far off. Lets keep moving."

"Wait!" Narcisse shouted as he glanced all around, smelling the air. He then rushed to the other side of the circle and found the still smoldering remains of the creature, then squatted down to study it.

"Is...is that...Raven?" Legolas asked with his nose cringed from the distinct foul odor.

"One could only wish. No...this mates, is a wendigo." Stephane explained in a disheartened tone.

"I knew that stench was familiar." Legolas informed. "I have not seen one of these since..."

"Gollum." Haldir whispered. "But..this one is much too large to have been him. And what is that other scent?"

Narcisse stood up. "You mean the citrus like smell?" His eyes scoured their surroundings in worry. "We have a much greater problem than Raven. Jareth is here....."

1:30 am

As you, Julian, Garrett, Lestat, Armand, Maharet and Marius raced around the grounds, a breeze swarmed over you and went right up your nose. Lilacs....

"Thranduil!!!" you began shouting in a frenzy as you charged off, following the scent.

"Josephine NO! It could be a trap!" Garrett shouted as he whisked up and snatched your arm.

"Oh you got that right G!!" Raven roared and set her hands ablaze. The redheaded fire fueled dhampir came out of an old church. "How about a little fire, lover?...a little foreplay yes?" She glared at Garrett with soulless eyes.

"Ok..." is all Garrett said and placed his hand out in front of him. You had almost forgotten how his hand lit up in flames when he was trying to teach you how to use your magic as he was a fire sign like you. But in this instance, he did nothing but flicker his fingers together while he grinned.

The flames in Raven's hand began to burn her and she couldn't put them out. Frantically, she swatted her hands about but they remained ablaze and she began to panic.

"You were saying?" Garrett taunted.

It began to rain. Raven became enraged and it broke the hold Garrett had over her. Her eyes lit up like a blood orange and she tenaciously sent a path of blazing destruction towards the both of you.

As the fire streamed right for you, Narcisse stepped in line out of nowhere. "How about a cleansing bath you fucking cunt."

Your jaw dropped as Stephane hurled a ball of water the size of two basketballs at her.

It knocked her over like a bowling pin strike and doused all her fire.

"Narcisse, what the?" you began to ask in shock.

"What? I'm a water sign." he excessively grinned.

Marius muttered from beside you in a jealous manner. "So am I." You had to chuckle as you remembered him taking Raven out in the same style when she sent fire at Haldir.

Raven was now on the ground choking on the smoke from her own fire. You ran and grabbed her up by the neck. "Where is my husband!" Your teeth were clenched so tight together, it hurt.

She cackled just like Caroline did. "Let me up and I'll tell you."

"Jo...do not! She lies!! Kill her...now!" Narcisse shouted.

"No!! She knows where he is! Tell me Clover!! Or I will have G light you up again." you shrieked with sarcastic emphasis.

Garrett gawked at her with a tedious grin. He was becoming impatient with the psychopath. "You're outnumbered so just give it up already."

"Why? So you can then kill me? You are the ones who are outnumbered. The 13th hour is almost up and he will come. Time is short."

You flashed back to your memory of Jareth on Halloween when you were 15, the clock with a 13th hour on it and how he had said those exact same words to you. He had also said he would see you soon. You turned to look at Julian in fear as you knew whom Raven spoke of, and also the fact that you swore you had seen him inside the party earlier.

Narcisse then came up to Julian. "Jareth has come. I can verify it from our earlier findings. Your brother is here. But why is beyond me."

Raven was dumbfounded. "B..brother?" Now it all made sense to her as to why Jareth would not harm you. He was your uncle.

"He has come because the wicked one has conjured him and he has....claimed her." Julian reeled as he glared at Raven. "Do you know what you have done witch?!" Even your father, as powerful as he was, seemed to....not fear but be somewhat intimidated by Jareth and you had to wonder why.

"Enough of this." Haldir snapped and leered down at the weakened dhampir with wide eyes. At that moment you then knew what he was doing. Haldir was taking advantage of her crippled state and forced his power of truth upon her. "Where is Thranduil!"

She began to whimper as she could not control her answer. "He is...he...is...in there..." She pointed with her shaking hand to the church she just came out of.

You stupidly let go of her and raced off to the battered structure as Haldir and Legolas followed quickly on your heels.

Raven took advantage of the opportunity and tried to escape but Maharet locked her to the ground with one glance.

"Hello granddaughter. I have been dying to meet you." Maharet's eyes glowed yellow as she formed a sinister grin and moved towards her only to be stopped by Garrett.

"Wait...not until we know if Josephine has found Thranduil."

"You all are in for a big world of hurt." Raven reeled. "Especially if you harm me. You will all see!"

"You have quite the big mouth for someone in such circumstances. Very much like your mother and look how that ended for her." Maharet snarled.

Raven glared at her. "You are deranged! You killed your own daughter! My mother!"

A hearty laugh plunged out of Maharet's mouth. "You do the crime, you do the time...in hell, and you will soon be joining her."

Raven gulped and frantically searched for Jareth with her eyes.

1:45 am

It was beginning to storm as you entered the darkened church. The only light shined of red from the blood moon through a giant hole where part of the roof had caved in at some point.

"Thranduil!!" you yelled in a panic. "If you can hear me, make some kind of noise so I can find you!" There was so much rubble laying around that made it difficult to navigate.

"Jo...we have to use caution in here." Haldir informed as he glanced all around what was left of the ceiling. "The roof is unstable and could collapse at any moment."

"I don't care! If he is in here, we have to get him out!" You had made your way to the back of the church where part of the wall was missing as well. The wind from the storm rushed in and pieces of stone could be heard intermittently falling. As you walked through an archway, you froze at the sight before you, sending your knife crashing to the ground.

There Thranduil laid on the ground perfectly still in a pool of blood. It all felt like slow motion as you forced your heavy legs to move. You plummeted to your knees at his side as Legolas ran to his other side and also knelt down while Haldir stood in shock. Thranduil's eyes were closed, his skin pale and he was silent.

"Thranduil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" you screeched.

Your trembling hands cradled his face. He was so cold. You laid your head on his chest to listen for a heartbeat....but there was none.

You raised your head to look at him refusing to accept he was gone. "No......no....It's gonna be ok. Please just look at me. Please baby don't leave me." you squeaked as you began to break down.

"Josie, the pendant!" Legolas barked.

You gasped as his shout snapped you back to reality and hysterically fumbled to retrieve it from your pocket, then kissed it and slammed it upon his chest holding it firmly in place with your eyes pursed shut. "Please...PLEASE!!! Wake up!!"

Seconds went by that seemed like seemed like minutes. Nothing was happening. It didn't light up and he didn't move. "Why isn't it working!!??" you cried.

"It...it has been...too long. Jo...I am...so...so sorry." Haldir whispered in disbelief and deep regret.

Legolas had a dead locked stare on his father as his gaping eyes filled with tears.

Haldir's words echoed into silence and you felt your heart stop as time stood still.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" you wailed. "Please come back!"

Everyone's heads snapped towards the church at the sound of your shrill cry. Maharet's hold on Raven broke from her distraction and she bolted off. Garrett, Selene and Julian all raced inside as the rest went after Raven. Garrett was the first one you saw come in.

"I...I am going to kill her.........."

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18. Questioning Beliefs

It is done!! This event by @18daysoffenders was meant to finish in April but I'm nothing but stubborn. Can't stop won't stop. Here is the last bit for the last prompt:

"Are you all set for the night, traveller?" The innkeeper looks Fenris up and down and then throws a pointed look towards the window. "It looks like rain for tonight."

Fenris follows her gaze and has to admit that the innkeeper is right. The sun has disappeared behind heavy clouds, promising rain or worse. He stares a bit longer at the clouds piling up high. He's still not used to the eerie green shine they have since the sky broke open with a maw, letting the green light of the fade into this world.

"I will be fine," Fenris says, turning back to the innkeeper. The woman shrugs and holds her hand out for the coins he owes her for the stew. Fenris pays and pulls his hood back over his head as he leaves the tavern, just as a large group of riders comes up the road and halts in front of the inn. Fenris unties his horse and leads her to the side, watching the men from the corner of his eyes. He is not afraid of them, but he wants to hear what they say. The horses look tired, their fur covered with the dust of the road. These men have travelled far.

"Hey, boy!"

It takes Fenris a moment to realise that one of the men addresses him. He turns slowly, letting his cape slip to the side to show the sword on his back. "I don't work here."

The man looks at him, his eyes sliding to the sword peeking over Fenris' shoulder. He mumbles something about elves getting uppity, but wisely decides not to get into an argument with Fenris. He and his men dismount and deal with their horses, until the inn's stableboy appears and takes them off their hands.

The leader throws another look at Fenris as he steps through the door into the inn. Fenris leads his horse behind the inn. As he expected, the group moves to the back of the inn, to the largest table, and through the open window, their voices carry down to him.

He knows these kinds of men. They might call themselves mercenaries or hunters, but they are just rogue templars. Several of these groups roam the land, taking the law into their own hands, or making up new laws if they feel like it. Fenris has met one group who considered elves even below mages in their own hierarchy. They might have reconsidered their stance at some point, but their lives ended too abruptly for that.

What he listens for is information about the one mage every templar tries to catch. The most wanted. The mage who blew up the chantry in Kirkwall.

"We'll take an ale each, and a bowl of whatever you have bubbling in that pot there, good lady." The innkeeper giggles predictably at being called lady. "Tell me, do you know of a healer in these parts? My friend here is suffering from a rough stomach and could use some help."

Fenris strains his ears to hear what the innkeeper says. She's a bit too far away from the window to understand every word, but the leader repeats what she says to his men when she leaves. "Near the cherry hills, as I said. Way too many miraculous healings in this area to be natural."

Fenris' horse shuffles its feet and the conversation stops suddenly. A chair scrapes over the floor and Fenris hurries to hide, pulling his horse away from the window, into the shadows.

He rides for a few hours until he spots an overhang in the side of the mountains. He doesn't dare to make a fire, it would be visible for miles in the darkness. Coaxing his horse underneath the overhang, convincing her to lie down, he huddles against her warmth with a blanket, just as the rain begins.

He can't breathe. His sleepy brain needs several precious seconds until he realizes that someone presses a cloth over his nose and mouth. It smells sickeningly sweet. With a scream that sounds more like a cough, he pushes the man away, calling upon his markings to sink his hand into his throat.

But his markings only flicker and hurt, his hand stays solid. The world tilts around him. The sweet smelling substance must have been some kind of poison and it's clouding his senses.

One of the men leans over him, grinning at him. "Now, what do we do with uppity little elves?"

Another man leads Fenris' horse away, shouting over his shoulder, "He stinks like a mage."

"Must be something really special. I bet there's a price on his head." The man presses his entire weight on Fenris and shows his teeth. "Might have some fun first."

Nausea crawls up Fenris' throat and he struggles against the hold the man has on him, but his movements are sluggish and weak. The poison makes his arms and legs feel heavy like lead.

The man leans forward. His breath stinks. Fenris draws on the lyrium in his skin again, but all he gets is pain. Nothing from his power.

The man's face fills his vision, his breath like oil on his skin and then — a blast of ice hits the man, a needle-sharp shard shooting into his neck. He gurgles wetly, pressing his hand to his throat, but the blood spills too fast and he collapses on top of Fenris, his blood dripping on Fenris' face.

"Oi, you alright there?" one of the former templars asks, stepping over to where Fenris lies buried under the dead body. An ice shard hits the man in the chest and then the ground explodes with electric-blue lightning, holding the others where they stand and sit. One by one they die, stabbed by ice or burning up in flames.

The last rogue templar manages to throw out a counter spell, Fenris feels a Silence scratch against his markings. A tall man steps out of the shadow, his staff held across his body in both hands, and he beats the templar down with two strikes and stabs him in the heart with a blade at the top of his staff.

The man straightens. He lowers his staff and steps over to where Fenris lies still buried under the dead body. He pulls the corpse away and looks down at Fenris. "Are you alright?"

Fenris knows that voice as well as he knows his own. "Hello, Anders."

"Fenris?"

Fenris struggles to sit up. It takes all his strength to lean to the side to spit out the blood in his mouth. "This is not how I imagined finding you again."

"Are you injured?" Anders asks carefully as he kneels at Fenris' side.

"Poisoned. They pressed a cloth to my face..."

"May I use magic?"

Fenris lets himself fall back again. "Yes, please."

The familiar touch of Anders' magic flows into him, and he sighs in relief when the nausea and the heaviness of his arms and legs dissipates. Anders hands him a waterskin and Fenris gratefully rinses his mouth out, before he takes a long sip.

"So, how did you imagine finding me?" Anders asks. His hands glow with gentle magic and Fenris feels month old aches melt away from his body.

Fenris looks at Anders, and a smile spreads on his face. He has been looking for Anders for so long, only now realising how much he missed him. "I imagined some rogue templars had caught you and poisoned you, and I would fight them all and free you."

Anders chuckles. "You got it almost right." He sits back, letting his magic fade, and watches Fenris warily. "And then? How did your imagination continue?"

Fenris sits up, his strength coming back. "And then I kissed you and told you that everything will be alright."

Anders raises his eyebrows. "No questions? 'Why did you? How could you?' and all that?"

Fenris takes Anders' hand and interlaces their fingers. "I know why, I know how, and I'm with you, if you let me."

A myriad of emotions run over Anders' face. But at last, he looks away, hiding his face behind his hair and the hood of his coat. "This is not how imagined meeting you again."

"What did you imagine?"

Anders raises his head, his eyes dark. "You saw me. You told me I didn't deserve mercy. And then you killed me." Anders clenches his hand around Fenris' as he looks down. "You always looked so beautiful and terrifying just before you ripped out my heart. And I was glad I got to see you once more."

"Anders." Fenris puts his hand under Anders' chin, turning his head to make him look at him. "That will not happen. I will not do that."

Anders' voice is a low whisper. "Why not?"

"Because you were right."

Anders just looks at him, frowning.

"If you have known abuse, if you have felt the fear of an oppressor deciding if you are worthy of life, then you know how a mage lives."

Anders' eyes widen. "That's from my manifesto."

"Yes."

"You've read it?"

"Every word." Fenris slips his hand into his shirt, pulling out a small booklet tied with faded red ribbons. "Once I was willing to see what you said, I recognized many experiences as similar to my own."

Anders stares at the booklet in Fenris' hand, with its rounded and wrinkled corners and the cover smooth from countless touches. "I regret writing all that. It has not brought peace."

"But it brought hope."

When Anders looks at Fenris again, tears glitter in his eyes. "Did it?"

Fenris nods. "It gives me hope. It shows me that change is possible."

A sound like a sob breaks free from Anders' chest. "And you were looking for me to tell me that?"

"Mage. Will you let me stand by your side in this fight?"

Anders stares at him as if he has grown several heads. "You want to join me? A mage? A fugitive? Hunted and hated by everyone?"

Fenris puts his hand on Anders' cheek. "Not everyone."

Anders stays silent for a long time, long enough for Fenris to worry. At last, he lets out a shuddering breath. "Yes, under one condition."

Fenris tenses at the seriousness of Anders' tone. "What condition?"

"You let me kiss you."

Smiling, Fenris leans forward, almost touching Anders' lips. "I am hoping to do more than that."

Anders grins. "Let's start with kissing and see where it takes us."

"You are surprisingly wise, mage."

"I have my moments," Anders says. And then he kisses Fenris.

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Remember Me [Saito x OC] Chapter 13

Emi heard staggered footsteps walking up to her. She turned around, and within seconds, she was against Saito, having flung her arms around him. She felt the stickiness of his own blood on his back. “Emi… Let me go… Unless you want blood all over you.” He lay his hands on her shoulders, trying to push her away, but she only squeezed him tighter, careful not to touch his wound. “I’ve had blood on me more times than I can count. It’s nothing.” She slowly pulled away, her relieved expression replaced by one of anger. “What the hell were you thinking? Fighting in your condition… This goes beyond reckless; it’s downright stupid! For god’s sake, Saito…” Emi ran her hand through her hair, frustrated. “Because of the shape I’m in, I felt like time might be running out. I had to keep my promise to you, but in the end, I couldn’t even do that.” Emi sighed. “Is that all it was? Or did you come here looking to die?” “I…” Saito looked down at his sword. “Saito, you made me another promise that night,” Emi said. “What?” Saito asked. “You told me you’d take away my suffering. But you already had. I have lost a lot over the years. It’s part of being what I am. But being with you, it’s like… I feel free; happy. No one else has ever been able to make me feel that way. If I lost you here tonight, you don’t think I would have suffered for it?” Emi closed her eyes. “I can’t lose any more. I can’t lose you. I won’t survive.” Silver lined her eyes, but she quickly blinked it away. “Emi…” Saito said her name. She let out a shaky breath as Saito took her in his arms, cradling her head. “Well, I guess that’s taken care of,” Kondo said. “I can’t say I’m not shocked, but I think it makes sense now. Why you’re so strong.” Emi pulled away and looked at him. She shrugged. “It’s not the kind of thing you just bring up in casual conversation.” “I suppose not.” Kondo smiled wryly. “I can’t believe you’re actually a demon…” Okita muttered. “You’re still saying that?” Emi asked, exasperated. “No matter. Time to go, Saito,” Hijikata said. “Aye sir…” “Listen to you. ‘Aye sir’… Loosen up, man,” Okita said. “That room of ours just seems too big without you…” Harada stated. Emi raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you move out of that room?” “Shut up.” “Hajime,” Kondo said, “You’ve got nothing to fear. As far as we’re concerned, you’re Hajime Saito, officer of the Shinsengumi, master swordsman. Nothing more, nothing less.” Emi smiled and Kondo looked at her. “Isn’t that right, Miss Yukimura?” “Absolutely.” “Now that this is settled, we can get back to focusing on that anti-Shogunate meeting…” Hijikata announced. “Let’s move out!” Kondo ordered his men. “Alright, Emi, make sure to keep a closer eye on Hajime this time,” Okita said. Emi’s eyebrow twitched. She wasn’t the one keeping an eye on him in the first place. Shouldn’t he be saying this to Ai? “No. Let me come with you.” “What?” Okita asked. “Are you insane?! Not a chance,” Emi said. “You can barely stand.” “No. If I don’t go with them… I’m prepared to live out my life as a member of the Shinsengumi, whatever that may entail. That is, if you’ll all consider me one of you… Let me handle my share of that responsibility. The Shinsengumi stands as one!” Saito exclaimed passionately. “Oh, for the love of god… This won’t be the last raid the Shinsengumi will ever do,” Emi protested. “Very well. If you insist, then you may come with us,” Kondo said. “Don’t worry Emi, as long as I’m around, Hajime won’t even need to lift a finger,” Okita smirked. Emi sighed. “Fine. At least let me patch up your wounds before you go.” Saito nodded.

“Shall we go? Together…” Hijikata said as Emi finished bandaging Saito’s wounds. Harada followed behind Hijikata as he dashed on ahead. Kondo and Okita followed them outside. Saito brought up the rear, but before leaving, he stopped. “Emi…” “What is it?” “When we get back… there’s something I want to tell you.” Emi nodded and Saito smiled at her. She took the unconscious man she’d brought with her by the waist band of his pants and dragged him away.

Emi wasn’t entirely sure what to do now as she stared down at the man. He was badly injured. So much so it was almost surprising that he hadn’t bled out yet. She heard footsteps coming up to her. “Chikage,” she said. He glanced down at the man before looking back up at her. “How are you feeling?” “Fine, I guess. Though it took me forever to heal. What do you plan to do with him?” Chikage nodded his head toward the human. “Get answers. Not entirely sure where, though.” “I might have an idea.” Chikage beckoned her with a curling finger.

Chikage took Emi to a large residence on the outskirts of town. “What is this place?” she asked. “Kazuya’s residence,” Chikage answered as he opened the door for her. Emi’s eyes widened. “Kazuya has a residence here?” “Yeah.” Chikage led Emi down to the basement where she threw the limp body at her hands roughly to the ground. Despite that, she started to attend his wounds. “You’re... helping him?” Chikage asked. “I can’t have him dying on me. Not yet anyway,” Emi answered.

Ai waited at the front gate.

“Ai, would you please get some rest?” Dr Yamazaki asked, standing by her side. “I tried that. I can’t sleep. I’m sure Emi is back in town, but...” “Ai, are you sure you’re making the right choice? You’ve forgiven him for quite a lot already. Your sister, too” Her eyes snapped to him, fury burning inside them. “What exactly are you suggesting? That I should hate my sister for the rest of my life for keeping the truth from me?” “That’s not what I’m saying…” “Then what are you saying? She’s always had a lot of weight on her shoulders, and she did the best she could. The same goes for Saito. My father kept him around for a reason, and I think… Emi saw the same thing in him that my father did. I don’t care about that anymore. I want to move on with my life. And as for Emi and Saito… All I know is that she’s never looked as happy as she does when she’s with him.” Ai suddenly stood upright and turned around. “They’re back!” From the outskirts of town, she saw their flag. Their banner, symbolising their truth. “So they are…” Ai found Kondo and Hijikata in the front, and behind them, Okita and Harada. Finally, there was Saito. But no Emi... “Welcome back.” “Whoa, you weren’t waiting out here all night, were you?” Okita asked. Ai shrugged. “I wanted to attend to anyone who was injured as quick as possible. Be grateful.” She gave him a smug smile and crossed her arms. “Well prepared as always, Miss Yukimura,” Kondo said. “There are a few men who’ve been hurt. They’ll be along shortly. See to them, will you?” “I will.” She approached Saito. “Welcome back, Saito-san,” Ai smiled. “Um, Emi...” “She isn’t back yet?” Saito asked, eyes wide. Ai shook her head. “I’m sure it’s fine. She can take care of herself.” Ai didn’t bother faking a smile; Saito would see right through it. “Anyway, we should tend to your injuries first. We can look for Emi later.” “Understood. I’m in your hands, doctor.”

Dr Yamazaki and Ai worked non-stop, long into the night until the sun rose. Yamazaki insisted that Ai get some rest, having been up for more than two days in a row. Emi still hadn’t returned.

It was two days before the stranger woke up. Chained up, he looked at his surroundings, then at his bandaged wounds, before finally noticing the girl sitting on a chair in front of him. Emi was back in her human form, long black hair on the floor behind her. “Why did you save my life?” he asked. “It wouldn’t do me much good if you died before answering my questions,” she replied. Chikage stood behind her, his arms crossed. The man spat. “Screw you.” “Gonna have to pass on that,” she retorted, earning a sharp glare from the man. She snorted derisively. “Start talking.” The man stayed silent. “You know I can probably live off you for a month.” She leaned forward. “Just taking a bite here and there, until there’s nothing left.” Fear flashed across the man’s face but he didn’t falter. “Eat me then.” “Ho? You have nerves of steel, don’t you? That won’t last long.” Emi got up and approached him. She ran a finger over his one hand, so soft it barely touched his skin. Then, she broke two fingers. The man screamed. “Who is Kibutsuji?” The man glared up at her. “One of your people called me Kibutsuji when I arrived. I’ve never heard of this person.” “You’re lying,” for the first time, the man seemed unsure. Emi’s eyes flashed red. “Listen, I don’t have time for this kind of crap. Who is Kibutsuji?” “The first demon,” he sneered. “Huh?” Emi gave him a dumbfounded look. “The first human to turn into a demon.” Emi gaped at him, her jaw open. She stared at him, unable to form a sentence. “Emi, I think you hit him on the head to hard,” Chikage said, his voice exasperated. “Uh-huh,” Emi uttered, her mouth still agape. Finally, she closed her eyes and sighed. “I thought the demon slayers had regrouped and formed a new faction. That definitely seems to be the case so I thought I’d interrogate the guy. But he’s clearly lost his mind. He’s useless.” Emi crossed her arms and sneered at the man. “My name is Emi and I’m the Oni Queen. If I ever see you near my people again, I won’t be so merciful.”

“I’m surprised you let him go,” Chikage said as they watched the human limp off into the distance from the doorway. “He’ll be running straight to his comrades after this. I have a bad feeling about this whole ordeal. I want to see what they’ll do.” “We should get some rest. I’m sure you want to go back to the Shinsengumi,” Chikage gave her a sly smile. Emi rolled her eyes and retreated into one of the bedrooms in the house.

Emi fell down face-first on the futon, where she slept until nightfall.

Chikage had gone back to the clan after a well-deserved rest and Emi returned to the Shinsengumi base. The situation she fought her way out of a few days prior was still gnawing at her as well as an unpleasant feeling in the pit of her stomach. But for now, all she wanted to do was see the person she loved.

“Emi!” Ai ran up to her and threw her arms around her. Emi didn’t react, simply wrapping one arm around Ai’s back. “Ai. Anything happen while I was gone?” she asked. “Nothing out of the usual. Where were you?” Ai asked. “With Chikage. Don’t worry about it.” Emi passed her sister and retreated to her room.

“Emi.” Emi had barely closed the door when she heard her name being called. She opened the door halfway and smiled. “Hajime. I hope I didn’t worry you too much. I had some things to take care of.” “Can you come out with me?” he asked. Emi’s smiled faded. “You shouldn’t be going anywhere. At the rate you’re going, your wound will never heal.” “It’s fine, it’s fine. Besides, we’re just going to take a little walk. Nothing strenuous. Come on.” Saito offered Emi his hand. With a sigh and a smile, she took his hand. “Where are we going?” “Like I said before… I’ve got something I want to tell you.” Hand in hand, Saito and Emi walked together off the base.

Saito took Emi to the same spot along the river, where they had watched the fireflies. He didn’t say a word. He just stared down calmly at the surface of the water. Emi followed suit, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. When she finally looked up at him, Saito responded by taking her in her arms. Emi didn’t say anything as she inhaled deeply. His breath was soft, but his touch was light. Eventually, he seemed to work up the courage to embrace Emi more tightly. “After Okada… You didn’t blame me, or get angry. You’re alright with what happened?” he asked. “Even if I keep living my life the way I choose to?” Emi’s eyes were closed as she answered, “Oh, I was plenty angry. At your recklessness. But the rest… How could I blame you for anything? As long as you’re alive, that’s enough.” “But…” “The man I met at that base… is Hajime Saito. You were always by my side, even knowing what I was… You don’t know how much you mean to me.” Emi inhaled deeply again, taking in his scent. “Yamaguchi doesn’t exist anymore. He died, by my father’s hand. Ironic, isn’t it? Remember what I told you before? I told you that who you were didn’t matter, that the only thing that mattered was who you are now. I didn’t just say that because I knew what your past was. I meant what I said.” Emi looked up at Saito, his surprise evident on his face. She smiled. “And another thing. I know the reverence you had for my father, and what he taught you. You’re perceptive, and you have a generous heart. That’s the kind of man I see when I look at you.” She looked down again. “You know, I always thought humans were weak. They died so easily. It’s not like I looked down on them exactly, but I felt like it was safer to just stay away from them. Until I met you. I knew who you were and what you’d done, but I just couldn’t stay away. And now I don’t want to. Because I… I love you.” Emi looked up at him again, her eyes lined with silver. “Emi…” A single tear rolled down Saito’s cheek. He paused, seemingly taken aback by his own tear, then squeezed her tightly. Emi wrapped her arms around his back. There was a sudden noise that sounded like a banging of some kind, and both of them looked up. The sky was alight with colours. “Fireworks…” Emi muttered, resting her head against Saito’s chest as she watched. “Must be a festival happening somewhere…” “I guess it’s that time of year… With everything going on recently, I forgot all about it,” she mused. “Me too.” Emi had lived her entire life in darkness. It was her curse to bear, and she accepted it. She didn’t mind the darkness. But to think a man whose heart had been enshrouded with the same darkness could bring so much light into her life. Into a demon’s life… For the first time in her life, Emi could envision a future for herself. A future with someone who meant so much to her. “I never thought I’d have the chance to come back here with you,” Saito said softly. Emi didn’t answer. She hated fireflies; hated fireworks. But the feeling of being here with him wasn’t so bad. “From now on, let’s make this spot symbolic… of our new beginning, together. That way, every time we see fireflies, or fireworks, you’ll have only happy thoughts…” Emi smiled wryly. Ai must have told him she hated fireflies. Of course she did. “Yeah, I’d like that. What about you, Hajime?” “Yeah… You know, it’s such a good feeling, having things in life that you treasure. It may sound silly, but I didn’t know that feeling, until I met you. The joy that comes with those treasured moments… and also the fear of losing them. But I know one thing. I’m never going to let myself lose you,” he paused. “I love you.” This time, it was Emi’s turn to shed tears. Saito wiped them away as his face moved closer, closer. Emi laced her fingers through his as she glanced down at his lips. Hers were trembling, and she bit her bottom lip. Saito’s lips fell upon hers, soft and gentle. Emi would never forget this day, for as long as she lived. Not the fireflies… Not their confession to each other… Not the fireworks blooming in the sky… She had found what she never knew she wanted. And she would protect it; cherish it.

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Why did you elbow me? 112

Achilles Castle part 17

Alexis: pov our group is still a little shaken up. I'm ordering the corn dog and fries which Dave is carrying for me. He is ordering the burger and fries, my dad wants the triple cheese pizza. Gram wants a hot dog with fries, I'm carrying gram and dad's food.

Ryan: pov Sarah Grace wants the nugget and fries, I'm ordering the clam strips with onion rings, Esposito is carrying my food he is ordering the spicy Buffalo wings with corn bread. Jenny wants the lobster Mac and cheese.

Lanie: pov I'm ordering the clam chowder and it looks amazing. Kate doesn't know what she wants, Kate finally decides on grilled chicken with Spanish rice. All of our food comes with water, after we finish eating we are going to get funnel cake and ice cream. We talk about what plans we have for the rest of the day.

Castle: pov me and Ryan made plans for tomorrow after lunch we are taking everyone to the mall that way Sarah Grace can get a build a bear. Ryan also has a surprise for Jenny while he was at one of her obgyn appointments he asked for a recording of the baby's heartbeat without her knowing to put in a bear. I have a recording of Kate's heart beat post shooting I got from her cardiologist at one of her many appointments. I'm going to put it in a bear and surprise her dad Jim.

Jim: pov after dinner we hit the funnel cake stand Katie is so excited to have some, she can only have a little bit, the fair has a type of ice cream called dippin dots. They are round little ice cream balls that are about the size of beads. We all ordered different flavors. Chocolate, vanilla and strawberry. All of us decide to head home Jenny's feet are hurting her and Katie looks tired.

Castle: pov the ride home was short. Ryan is giving Sarah Grace a bath while Jenny relaxes on the sofa. Lanie and Esposito are relaxing and talking in Lanie's room, which is the guest room that Esposito is staying in. Lanie has been sleeping in Kate's room in case of an emergency.

Martha: pov Jim is sitting on the sofa watching tv, Katherine fell asleep with her head resting on him. Ryan is having trouble getting Sarah Grace to bed because she is scared by what happened today. Jim starts shouting that the news is talking about the fair, hurry, Katie's on the news.

Alexis: pov Me and Dave come running downstairs. The rest of the group is in the living room, the news lady Jill first shows the clip of the guy who owns the fair Nathan giving a statement then Chief Brady talking and Kate. Afterwards Jill says she has obtained video of the incident. where Captain Kate Beckett, who has a heart condition from previous chest trauma she suffered as a result of a shooting years ago, takes down the armed suspect. The video is from someone who was at the fair.

Jenny: pov I had no idea how seeing this video would affect us. The whole group is crying, Jim's screaming woke Kate up. I doubt any of us are getting any sleep tonight. Everyone spent a little bit longer in the living room before heading to bed. Kate is asleep again so Esposito offered to carry her to bed.

Lanie: pov thankfully Kate is already in her pj's. In the morning Kate takes her meds, everyone is getting ready for the day. Martha is making breakfast, I'm wearing an end gun violence shirt and Kate is wearing her. I survived a bullet shirt with gray shorts. Martha is making corned beef hash with eggs. I don't want Kate eating the corned beef hash but I have decided to let her have a tiny bit that way she feels included. I will just put more egg on her plate and some fruit. Everyone has their bathing suits under their clothes because we are going to the beach.

Castle: pov Ryan and Esposito are helping Jim pack sandwiches for the beach so that way we can have lunch there. Jenny is getting Sarah Grace ready, while Alexis and Dave pack snacks and water bottles. The boys, Aexis and Dave are carrying the cooler and chairs. Lanie has incased my leg in plastic wrap to prevent sand from getting in. I will use my crutches on the beach, once I'm sitting I should be good.

Kate: pov I grab my swim shirt that goes on top of my bathing suit, it protects me from the sun. Lanie grabbed my sun block and emergency bag I go everywhere with. I don't handle the heat very well. At the beach Alexis and Dave help Castle settle down with his feet up in his chair with a book. It is a folding chair that turns into a lounge chair so his feet are off the ground.

Esposito: pov Lanie is putting a special sun block on Kate, before she puts on her swim shirt. I make sure Kate's chair is in the shade. There are a good amount of people on the beach even though it's private. One of Castle's neighbors comes up to us and says he saw Kate on the news and wanted to congratulate her. Alexis and Dave are going in the water. Kate wants to join them which means Lanie goes in the water also. I offer to switch with Lanie so she can finish her book and take a break. She does so much for Kate to make sure she is 100 percent.

Dave: pov Esposito is helping Kate into her life vest so she can go into the water. Castle just filled up the pool raft/float for Kate so she can relax in the water if she wants. Me and Alexis are splashing each other. Ryan is with Sarah Grace in the shallow end near shore. There are 2 teen boys in the water splashing everyone. To be continued. …….

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@balldwin said: are you going to let me in?

She curses herself when she hears his voice — of course he would be waiting, of course he would hear her, smell her, under his roof again, of course he would want to see her —

When she stands to cross the room to him she is unsteady, and she makes it halfway to him before she stumbles, crashing to her hands and knees loudly enough that she doesn’t hear the crack of wood as the door is flung open. At once, Baldwin is beside her, and he finds the wound at once, covers it with a firm hand as he helps her stand. “Foolish,” he mutters, and Astoria sways on her feet, but she doesn’t say anything.

And that, she thinks, must worry him the most — she has been wounded a hundred times before, sometimes worse than she is now, and she has never failed to meet his irritation with a comment of her own.

“They’re dead,” she says instead. “All of them.” And she doesn’t imagine the flash of pride in his eyes, she knows, nor does she imagine that his grip on her tightens as she says it. Does he mean to keep her where she is, now that her task is finished? Would he try to keep her safe, even now? Astoria cannot bring herself to look at him, but she covers his hand over her wound, her blood pooling where their skin meets, and she swallows, hard. “They were my grandfather’s line, Baldwin. They knew my name. They were here for me.”

She wonders if Philippe had suspected as much, if perhaps that was the reason he had agreed to her request the night before. I cannot start a war with the witches, he’d said, eyes meeting hers. None of the Clermonts could. And Astoria had grinned at that, and bowed her head respectfully, and reminded him, But I am not a Clermont.

Baldwin had looked irritated when she said that — but then again, Baldwin hadn’t wanted her to go at all. Starting a war with witches would never end well, but in Astoria’s defense, they pushed first.

And it would not come back to them. She had been clever, so clever, and cunning enough that she imagines she’s done Philippe proud as well; she’ll tell him of it later, when the wound is cleaned and she can stand without relying on Baldwin to hold her upright. For now, she tells him — she keeps no secrets, not from him, never from him.

“Evander’s daughter.” Her name, Astoria learned tonight, was Héloise. She hadn’t known of her existence before killing Evander, though perhaps she should have been more careful. Some part of her is wounded to think of it — that he and her godmother might have more progeny besides her, that after a decade of suffering at their hands they simply found another girl, one more willing to fall into line at their machinations. “She was young.”

“Was?” he asks after a moment, and Astoria nods. With trembling hands, she tries to peel the dress from her body, but she fails, and Baldwin simply tears at the fabric, tossing the layer aside. When she’s down to her shift, he tears that, too, until the wound is exposed.

“I lured her out. Mocked her hurt. Her anger. She came. No one taught her better, and she followed me as if she imagined that her fury would shield her from me. And I led her to them.“

He moves only long enough to find rags — did he have them ready for her? She nearly smiles at that. She reeks of ash and blood, her own and a dozen others’, and he handles her with the sort of care that still surprises her even now, as he kneels in front of her, gingerly wipes the blood from her side, taking care not to move what’s left of her clothing away as if he means to preserve her modesty.

“She was — disorganized. Too angry to know what she was doing, but just angry enough to pose a threat. Half of them focused on her while the other half tried to subdue me. One managed this when he tried to run me through. Another tried to slit my throat, but it was a messy job.” She winces when he presses too hard, and he looks up at her through eyelashes long enough that they nearly cast shadows over his cheeks in the candlelight. “The girl managed two or three. I killed the rest. Tore them apart, like a wild animal.” Or like a grieving newborn. “And when one finally managed to kill her, I left him to bleed out. There were no survivors.”

“How many?” Baldwin asks after a moment’s silence, and Astoria clears her throat.

“Seven, including her. Such a tragedy. Six witches, killed by a poor girl maddened by her loss.”

“You killed six witches tonight? With this injury?”

“You trained me well, cuore mio.” And when she raises her hand to cup gently against his jaw, brushing a thumb over his lips, she leaves a smear of her blood there. “They were distracted, and disorganized — and I think they were less prepared to kill me than I was to kill them. Funny, isn’t it? They came to kill a monster, and they hesitated. The last one even said, as he was bleeding out at my feet, that his great-grandfather was my uncle. That they knew me from a portrait painted before I came to England.” Her own lips twitch into a humorless smile. “They looked at me and saw what I was then before they saw what I am now.”

“They were family,” Baldwin says after a pause, and his voice sounds ragged, and he doesn’t clean her blood from his mouth.

“No. They bore my name and my blood. You are my family.”

“Have you fed?”

“Yes. They had companions — guides traveling with them. I suppose there is enough human left in me that I could not drink from them.” She gestures vaguely to the blood coating her front. “This was much worse before I returned. I waited until the last of their guides returned and set the place afire. It seems that the village would prefer a natural tragedy to the truth.”

His free hand moves to her wrist, and he leans closer to her, close enough that she could count those damned eyelashes if she so chose. For a long moment, she does not inhale, and then she lets her lips part, breathes him in. “There was a survivor?”

“One, to bring the news back to the rest. They cannot pursue this further without admitting that they hunted me first. The girl — Evander found a girl that looked like me, and he turned her. Her hair was lighter, but she looked enough like me that they won’t keep looking.” She clears her throat. “He must have gone looking for her. She knew my name, my scent — she was wearing my clothes. My clothes, Baldwin, he kept them, so he could send her to hunt me. He thought to make a blade and instead he gave me a shield.” Her thumb brushes over his lips again, smearing the blood further.

It would take nothing to close this distance. Under other circumstances, perhaps she might. She thinks they would fit together well, if she pressed closer to him now, left her scent on him with each red stain against his skin; she thinks she could stop his breath, if she let her blood spill into his mouth and coaxed her own name from his tongue. He doesn’t move back, and she doesn’t move forward, and she closes her eyes for a long moment. The hand at her wrist tightens. He lets out a breath, hot against her collarbone, and she nearly shivers. But he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, and Astoria feels an aching hollow in her chest.

“I’ll leave tomorrow to follow him. To make sure that the message is delivered, and that they do not know that I have been here, with you.” For nearly a century, she’s been here, at his side. What will it mean to be without him? The very thought leaves her raw, and she tries to banish it, but she will have to learn to bear the distance. He looks ready to argue and before she can think better of it, Astoria leans forward, presses her lips to his forehead.

They have touched before — his hands cleaning the gore from her skin, keeping her upright, or her body leaned against his, her fingers entwined with his — but this, she thinks, is new.

But he knows. She’s certain he knows. And she thinks that he bears enough affection for her to let her go — because otherwise she’ll stay here, haunted by him, infinitely aware of the distance between them that she simply cannot cross. She knew love, as a girl, as a human, but this goes beyond it, beyond language: there is an emptiness in her, a ravenous hunger, and she feels it in her chest and in her belly and in the palms of her hands and in the arches of her feet and sitting in her mouth and on her tongue, and it is at once the most profound pain and the most indescribable joy. It is an innate need, a physical absence, and if she had the words she would try to explain it to him, but I love you is a lie. I love you is a pale imitation of what she feels, and even now, with the blood of her uncle’s descendants drying under her fingernails, she would not wish herself any less the monster she is, because to give up the monster would mean not to have known him.

Her mother tongue comes closest. You are missing from me.

“I am not a Clermont,” she says finally, and she shifts back, rests a hand on his shoulder as she tries to stand, her other hand holding her shift up as she moves. “I vowed this wouldn’t come back to your family. I meant it. I’ll sleep tonight, and when I’m able, I’ll speak to your father, and prepare.” She softens, squeezes his shoulder. “And of course, I’ll speak to you.”

He knows her. Knows her too well. Knows she won’t leave without his agreement to it.

(And some part of her — weak as she is — wants him to ask her to stay.)

#balldwin #i. here's the truth from my red lips. ( answers )#iii. the rest of you (the best of you) belongs to me. ( baldwin x astoria )#(i had a shower thought and then this was haunting me until i wrote it so)#(she kills evander in 1649 and godfrey dies in 1668 so this could be anywhere in those 19 years depending on how long you want them apart)#(because she WOULD come back as soon as she knew)#(and hell if he doesn't want her to leave after this she wouldn't and we can just find another reason she has to leave)#(if you want me to change anything at all please let me know this was entirely me putting a sad song on repeat and going wild)#(i just could not shake the thought of her killing her own (biological) family because they posed a threat to the family she chose (him))#(this is probably also the first contact she's had with any of the grims in well over a century)

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 3 years

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“Seth? Right? C’mon in. Your brother told you who I am? Good. Want a beer?... Here you go. Let’s go out to the back deck. The sun went down, and the cool evening air is starting to kick in. Have a seat…. Ok. Seth, do you know why you are here? Let me be blunt. Your brother David owes me a lot of money. A lot. He’s been doing jobs for me that I need someone I can trust to do. But that’s barely covering the interest. I told him he needs to start working down the principal. So, he offered me… you….

“That’s right he sold you to me. You are going to whore off his debt…. Shut the fuck up. The deal is set. Have some more beer; it will help you to deal with what I need to go over with you….

“Your brother probably told you that I am a powerful man. Hopefully he didn’t tell you what I did. I will share with you one part of my business that you will be a part of. I have several whore agencies across several states. They ain’t like the whorehouses in the movies. The girls never see money; they show up at a set time and do whatever the man wants. They do not say no. They get to live in city, and they show their clients the best the city has to offer. They have everything paid for and get a nice credit card too.

“A few years ago—hell it’s more like ten or so, —I was convinced to do the same but on the fag side. Now, I knew nothing about fag sex, and it disgusted me. Once I got over the visuals, the business was just like the girls. The difference I found out was that I had to have two sets of whores—fag boys like yourself, and men old enough to be your father.

“It was Frankie, one of my goons, who told me that there is a lot money to be made by men taking the dominant role. I didn’t believe it. So, he arranged for me to watch him from a distance him work over this faggot. He didn’t tell me how much he was earning. When I saw this fag hand over three hundred bucks, I knew I needed to get into this. I mean my guy did barely anything other than smack the fag around, call him names, and sit on the faggot’s face at the end. That fag ate that fat ass while pounding its pud. Frankie even went over to the fag’s wallet and took an additional hundred out of it. And wouldn’t you know, that fag boy was loving life.

“Needless to say, that was how I got into the fag whoring business. I had Frankie lead it; he even got somewhat in shape, and now he’s my most popular whore men. Wait a minute, you know him. He fucked you behind a dumpster in the alley behind that fag bar a couple weeks ago. When I saw you at David’s birthday partner at my tavern and he told me that you were his sperm burping brother, I sent Frankie to find out more about you. I know that you can take a good pounding, face slaps, rough housing. Frankie also told me that you cleaned off his cock after we was done and that you drank his piss. You even begged him for more as he walked away from you, naked covered in piss behind the dumpster. That’s all I needed to hear.

“After meeting with your brother, all I had to do was press the massive debt. I knew how self-serving he was. He sold you out so fucking fast. And now I own you. Now strip faggot….

“You do realize who I am? No one ever disobeys one of my direct commands. Now think about your next move real carefully. STRIP YOU FUCKING FAGGOT. Take your time standing up. That drug I put in your beer will make you kinda dizzy if you stand too fast. Yeah, I didn’t want you to run back to your car. Kid, when you came in that door, you were mine. That’s it. Accept your fate. Good boy.

“Yeah, after Frankie roughed up that fag, I was curious. He arranged for me to use one of his regulars who was blindfolded. It was so much fun to kick and punch that faggot only to have him crawl to me, begging for more. With each time, I got more wicked, and they wanted more. I had a few fags over the years locked up and had the best of all worlds. My wife provides me with companionship. My girlfriend offers sensual making love and snuggling. And my faggot takes all my rage filled abuse.

“Underwear needs to go too. Let’s see what you have. Not bad. Looks like you are excited about being naked in front of me. That’s a lot of pre-cum. Decent sized balls. I’d say you are about six inches long. The shaft is a bit thin, but the head is good size. Your foreskin is not too long. That’s good. If there’s going to be one sweaty stinky dick around here, it will be mine. If yours becomes a problem, we’ll get you circumcised.

“What? Faggot, you are nothing more to me than my pickup. If I want to modify you out, I sure as hell am going to. I modify all my property. Tattoos, piercing, permanent hair removal, castration, branding, and so on. But actually, I am a bit cautious. I made the mistake of castrating a fag and regretted it afterwards. He just didn’t seem right to me. The cutter I went to tried to put in fake balls, but it still didn’t seem right. I ended up replacing that fag with another.

“I am looking for my perfect fag. I’m planning on letting my girlfriend go, but sometimes I need that close touch. Not going to do that with my wife. Every day now I realize that I want to be with faggots over women. Faggots are so much easier to mold into what I want. And every now and then I might snuggle with one.

“I like what I see. I want to see your cumload. Jerk off for me. I’ll give you a few minutes to do so. When you do, shoot in your spare hand. I want to see the quantity. I’m going to get your collar; it’s probably done charging. I’m also going to take your car keys. You ain’t going anywhere. Continue jacking….

“….Did you cum? You did! Good fag. When was the last time you came? Yesterday morning? Well that’s a good load. Here, lock this collar around your neck. Ok, so here’s the deal. You can jack off as often as you like, whenever you like as long as I am not using you. If I catch you jacking off, don’t stop. If you are watching porn, continue. But know this, no matter if you haven’t cum in days or you just had a massive orgasm, should I require your use, I fully expect 100% horniness and enthusiasm.

“This remote is hooked up to your collar. With this button… you fall to the floor just like that. Hurt’s like a mother fucker hunh? That’s on low. Remember that. It is also set up to shock you should you cross a 20-foot perimeter of the house. I am notified by an app on my phone when you do something that stupid. Also, the garage and my office on the third floor are completely off limits. You will not fare well should you cross that threshold without me.

“Bring your cock over here. Is your dick head sensitive. It is! Fuck yes! As you get soft, it’s driving you crazy. Good. Good. I see a problem here. Your pubic hair is all over the place. You shouldn’t have hair down here. Look how long this hair is. There’s enough so that I can twirl a bunch around my finger. With a firm yank,… it comes out in one clump. Aww shut the fuck up. Most of the time your screams of pain will turn me on, but now it’s just annoying. Another clump on the other side, and it doesn’t even look like you lost any.

“Look at me faggot. Say ‘Thank you.’ Good fag. Open your mouth. Here eat your pubic hair. Go on chew it. Nasty? I know, now swallow. And here’s… another bunch. Swallow these…. And these… And these… You’ll be permanently shaved in the near future so you won’t have to do much pubic hair eating.

“While you finish your snack, let me take you around the place and show you your duties. This is the kitchen. David told me that you went to culinary school but then dropped out. Well, you will be doing all the cooking here. Cleaning too.

“Let’s go downstairs…. This is your room, although you really don’t have privacy. Over there is your cot. Next to it is the plug you will put into your collar every night. I am notified on my app should the power level drop below 75%. That’s equivalent for not charging for a full week. Unless I just slam you with shocks, I should never get one of those notifications.

“You have a wash basin there, and your toilet is there. There’s your douche hose over there in the shower. No, I haven’t gotten around to buying it a toilet seat; the cold porcelain is fine. And I haven’t hooked up the hot water down here.

“Let’s go up to the Master bedroom…. You never climb into my bed unless I invite you in. In fact no non-sexual furniture for you either without permission. Through that door is the master bath. You will keep this place spotless. That includes licking clean my toilet. The rimseat next to it is when I want to make you toilet paper or a full toilet.

“And here’s the playroom. It’s totally soundproofed. You are going to suffer a lot in here. Screaming is encouraged. In fact, what time is it? Seven. Well we might as well start now. Get on all fours—knees and elbows. Spread those knees wide. Every night you will present yourself in this position, as you will every morning.

“Don’t get too excited. I am going to fuck you good, long, and deep. But that won’t until the end. We got a long way to go. You see, the only people who knows my affinity for preferring the boys to the girls are Frankie, me, and now you. Your brother thinks I’m adding you to my harem of fags. This is something that cannot get out. And if it does, I will know it came from you, and I want you to know the perpetual hell that will come your way.

“Tonight is a test of what you can expect, but keep in mind, tonight’s suffering will be only five hours long, much shorter than what will be if my preference is ever widely known.

“And after the paddling your ass to a welted mess, whipping your back until it turns to bloody hamburger, kicking your balls until they are swollen to twice their size, bruising up your face, and fucking you with very little lube, I may feel the need to snuggle up with you afterwards.

“But first, there’s a lot to do before we do that. Oh look your balls are just ripe for a good old fashioned full-force kick. Every night and every morning you will get one to always remind you what you are.

“Faggot right now with this kick your hell begins.”

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queenshelby · 3 years

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The Concubine - Part Eight

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Graphic Torture, Blood, Angst, Violence, Loss of Pregnancy, Smut

Words: 2,656

One week has passed since you miscarried and your life had changed quite significantly. You were sharing it with Tommy now and he was very different to Steven. To your surprise, he was gentle and caring and this wasn’t something you were expecting from a man in his position and with his standing.

You knew what he did and what he was involved in. The murders, the killing, the drug trafficking. You weren’t blind and business was always on his mind. In fact, his mind never rested. He couldn’t rest. There was too much to do and he still craved revenge.

Whilst you had never spoken about it again, the beatings and causing you to miscarry, you knew that he wanted to see Steven suffer for what he did to you. But, Steven was nowhere to be found until that very cold Sunday evening where everything changed with a phone call from Arthur.

‘Fucking got em Tom’ Arthur said through the phone and Tommy was quick to put on his jacket and coat, making his way through the door and to his silver Bentley.

‘Where are you going Tommy?’ you asked surprised as you followed him through the door. He seemed to be in a mad rush.

‘I’ve got work to do Love. Don’t wait up, eh’ Tommy said, turning around briefly to give you a kiss.

‘Tommy, you promised’ you pouted, knowing that tonight was the night your abstinence and hunger for him was to come to end.

‘I will make it up to you, eh?’ Tommy said with a grin before you pulled him in for another kiss.

‘You will?’ you asked, biting your lip seductively. Whilst you were still bruised and hurt, you were desperate for him to take you. You loved being intimate with him.

‘Yes, I will, and you won’t be able to walk straight for fucking days, eh’ Tommy winked before getting into his car, causing you to laugh.

***

When Tommy arrived at the factory building where Arthur and Michael held Steven captive, the anger within him was building and so was his rage.

He knew what Steven had done to you and he knew what he had done to other women, including several working girls at establishments owned by the Shelby family while using an alias.

‘At last, we meet, eh’ Tommy said harshly as he sat down on a chair across from Steven who was bound to a pole with a with rope. A white piece of fabric was tied around his mouth to keep him quiet while he was sweating profusely.

‘It was fucking hard to find you. But now that you are here, your father can go free, get on with business or, more so, start over again because you fucked up, eh’ Tommy said as he removed the white fabric from Steven’s mouth.

‘I haven’t done anything to you. What the hell do you want from me?’ Steven asked, shivering and crying as he did. He was fearful and believed that Tommy was there to kill him.

‘I don’t want anything from scum like you. All I want is for you to pay for your fucking sins, eh’ Tommy growled, pulling Steven up on his shirt as he did.

‘If this is about this whore your brother saved, she fucking deserved it’ Steven then said, unable to hold back his emotion and, just as he did, Tommy pulled off his razor cap and slowly dragged it across Steven’s face, causing him to bleed profusely.

‘Listen to me you little fuck. I have made a deal with your father not to kill you but if you disrespect Y/N again, I will end you in the most painful way possible’ Tommy then said louder as Steven’s screams.

‘She cheated on me and I should have beaten her to death’ Steven growled in anger and pain.

‘He didn’t fucking listen to a word I said’ Tommy observed with a chuckle. ‘Did he fucking listen Arthur?’ he then asked, looking at Arthur.

‘No Tommy. He didn’t listen’ Arthur confirmed.

‘Pull him up, put him onto the table and start with what he did to his fiancée and the whores he visited at our establishments’ Tommy growled, handing one of his men a belt and they were quick to comply with Tommy’s request while Tommy watched.

‘She did fucking cheat on you, didn’t she, eh’ Tommy then said as the tenth stroke hit Steven’s back.

‘Because why would she be with someone like you...’ he went on to say as the twelfth stroke came down, causing Steven to cry in pain.

‘He is enjoying this too fucking much. Hit him harder’ Tommy then instructed before he continued on.

‘Now, I tell you a little secret Steven. The man she cheated on you with was me. Unlike you, I didn’t force her to do anything, treated her with respect and, if it wasn’t for you fucking animal, she would still be carrying my child. You killed my child and you can be grateful that I didn’t know that she was pregnant before she lost the baby, eh. Because if I would have known, you most certainly would die tonight’ Tommy then said, pulling on Steven’s cheek with anger as the 20th stroke hit him.

‘How does it fucking feel, eh? Being treated and abused like this’ Tommy growled when the final stroke came down on Steven’s back and he told his men that this was enough.

‘I am sorry please…please just stop’ Steven pleaded as tears were running down his face.

‘So that you can go back and rape more prostitutes, beat more women or take your anger out on anyone else who is not equal in size to you?’ Tommy asked.

‘I promise, I won’t hurt anyone…please just let me go’ Steven pleaded.

‘No, you won’t. I will make sure of that’ Tommy then said, pulling his face close as the blood from Steven’s cheek-stained Tommy’s clothes.

Then Tommy pulled Steven of the table and, whilst the blood from Steven’s back now also covered Tommy, he forced him to turn around and sit on the chair in the corner.

‘If you come near Y/N, or her family or any of my establishments, I will have you killed and I will also have your father and brothers killed. Do you understand?’ Tommy asked, causing Steven to nod.

‘Good’ he growled before turning around, facing his men.

‘Finish it’ he then ordered before lightening himself a cigarette and handing one of his men a hot piece of metal.

‘This will hurt’ Arthur then said as he followed Tommy to his car and, just as they left the building, they could hear the screams in the distance as Tommy’s men were branding Steven’s skin with the word ‘Rapist’ as a warning for any women who would cross his path.

‘See that the women in our establishments receive compensation for what he has done to them. Also, I am taking a break for two weeks. I trust you can handle matters without me, eh’ Tommy then said to Arthur, causing Arthur to nod.

‘A break? Arthur asked surprised.

‘I promised Y/N a holiday when this is over. And now it’s over’ Tommy then said.

***

It was at around midnight when you heard Tommy’s car pull up in front of the house and, whilst he told you not to stay up, you did and waited for him in the small reading room leading to his office.

‘You waited up, eh’ Tommy said somewhat surprised when he saw you wearing nothing but black and very seductive lingerie as he hung up his jacket and gun holster.

‘Tommy, are you alright? Your clothes are covered in blood’ you said with worry as you quickly walked over towards him.

‘Yes Love, it’s not my blood’ Tommy said, reassuring you before kissing you gently.

‘Then who’s blood is it?’ you asked almost unbothered by it.

‘Steven’s’ Tommy said carefully, leaving you speechless.

‘I wanted to kill him. But I didn’t. Yet, he got what deserved and he won’t be hurting anyone else’ Tommy then said, sighing as he did and, just like that, you crashed your lips onto his in haste.

There was something wrong but yet sexy about all of this, Tommy covered in blood, the man you loved seeking revenge on the man you hated with all your heart.

‘I need you to fuck me, right here and right now’ you said. Your crimson lips curled, taking on a sinful countenance as your ever hungry tongue slithered forth before whispering ‘I need you Tommy’.

‘My clothes are stained with blood Y/N, I should…’ Tommy said, holding back and, before he could finish his sentence, you responded.

‘I don’t care’ you said with urge and Tommy was quick to return your kiss.

You felt small as he towered over you but you drew up to your full height and boldly ran your hands over his chest.

You then stepped back just far enough to let your nimble fingers glide over Tommy’s tie and shirt, unbuttoning his vest and releasing the loose knot of his tie.

‘Fuck’ he simply growled and you watched his eyes crawl from your encased feet, up your stocking legs, to the clasp of the garter...following the garter straps up and noticing what the frame job was doing to your immaculately bare pussy.

You couldn't help but shiver as Tommy took in the sight of your mound. You could tell just how excited he was by your swollen glistening pussy lips and clit peeking out from under its protective hood. Tommy’s eyes only pulled away reluctantly, to continue the sight-seeing journey they started until your eyes met.

What you saw there made your heart skip a beat. Gone was the selfless man that saved you as he once again transformed into a predator ... and you were his prey.

The smile that your face sported grew with a devilish delight. Finally, the week of abstinence was coming to an end and you would get to experience the beast within Tommy again.

You had no time to react as Tommy stepped close, pushing you back against the wall with a resounding grunt, his hands moving to the lace barely covering your breasts and tugged the flimsy material down.

‘Tell me if I am hurting you, alright? Your back is still bruised’ Tommy said caringly and you nodded before pulling him closer again.

‘I need you to fuck me, Tommy. No holding back, please’ you demanded, causing Tommy to chuckle.

Your breasts were fully exposed now with the prickly lace under the tender flesh, your nipples extended and aching. Tommy used this moment to exert his prowess, as strong fingers captured the taut buds, pinching, rolling and tugging them until he heard a familiar moan.

His lips quickly and fiercely covered yours in a consuming kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, finding yours and battling with it. You knew the demanding kiss was intended to keep you as quiet as possible with the maids around but you couldn't help but return it with equal urgency and demand.

You felt one of Tommy’s hands release your aching nipple and slither down to your fiery pussy. His fingers rough as they worked between the slick folds and against your erect clit. You cried out, his mouth the only thing keeping the sound to a minimum, as your hips bucked against his questing fingers. You ached for those same fingers to worm their way into your seeping hole and give you the slightest moment of relief, but no ... that was not his plan at all.

Your own hands were not still, as the nails of your left hand raked harshly against his shoulder, while your right hand found the buttons of his pants and tore at them. You needed this just as much as he did and were rewarded with little "pops" as the buttons released. You fished your hand behind Tommy’s briefs seeking what you had hoped was his throbbing cock and were again rewarded as your fingers wrapped around his steely member and began to stroke.

Tommy groaned and broke the kiss, panting heavily, nostrils flaring and you saw the darkness in his eyes deepening. His fingers still danced between your thighs and your own hand continued to stroke his hot cock all the while you dared to whisper, ‘I need you inside me Tommy, please’

With each word spilling from your lips, you squeezed his cock in exclamation. There was no doubting your words or purpose.

Tommy needed no other prompting as he pulled his hands from your needy body and worked his pants and boxers down just past his ass, his beautiful cock sprang into full view now, swollen,

Some pre-cum was glistening at the deep red tip and though you longed to tongue bathe that precious organ, Tommy again decided the outcome of this particular adventure.

His hands cupped your ass, lifting you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, your back hard against the wall, your left-hand clutching at him while your right was positioning his cock at your seeping hole. Tommy’s eyes never left yours as he thrusted forward, burying his cock easily into your lava-like cavern.

‘Oh god yes, fuck Tommy’ you moaned before you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth and bit down, wanting so badly to cry out in pure pleasure as Tommy quite literally took you. Each thrust was more powerful than the last and you knew that you would most definitely be sore in the morning.

Tommy’s fingers curled painfully into the flesh of your ass, holding you tightly as he roughly drove his member into your spasming pussy. It didn't surprise you when you felt the index fingers of his hands work their way to your wicked hole and pry before pushing them inside the sinful star.

‘Oh god, fuck’ you moaned as you bit down harder on your lip, tasting blood but managing to squelch the whorish moan that threatened to burst forth.

Tommy worked his fingers in deeper and though you tried, you couldn't gain enough purchase to meet his pounding thrusts. Tommy pulled back just far enough that his swollen tip rubbed the hidden bundle of nerves within you and sent you flying over the edge.

He saw how your eyes widened, how your own nostrils flared and knew you were about to cum. His mouth covered yours possessively again, drinking in the scream of utter bliss and complete orgasmic delight. Your pussy rippled down Tommy’s length, pulling his own release from him.

Your hand left his shoulder and found Tommy’s head, pulling his mouth tightly to yours. It was your turn to devour his guttural growl and devour you did. You drank his pleasure down as his cock spit his precious seed deep into your mound, painting you.

It all happened so fast with an urgency born of intense need. As Tommy’s cock slipped free, he looked into your eyes.

‘Fuck’ Tommy huffed, letting go of you slowly before kissing you again passionately.

‘I missed this Tommy’ you said just before Tommy pulled up his pants and lifted you up.

‘Where are we going?’ you asked as Tommy carried you upstairs.

‘The bathtub for round two, then the bed for round three and I haven’t decided where we will take round four yet, maybe my office…’ Tommy smirked and your eyes widened in disbelieve.

‘I told you, you won’t be walking straight for days, eh’ he then grinned, causing you to giggle.

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buckys-black-dress · 3 years

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i don't care, i'm in love

a/n: alright sexies, part two! of my last thing you guys liked! idk if anyone's noticed just yet but the titles are from tame impala's song 'new person, same old mistakes' because the song is fire asf. anyways. enough talking, here it is! enjoy! (sorry this took so long lol, i had no idea where i was going w this plot after part 1.)

warnings: penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), choking, cursing. this story is 18+ !!! tap off if you're a minor. this is your warning.

wc: 4k words

[bucky barnes x fem!reader]

read part one here!

It's been a few days since your outburst with Bucky in the kitchen. While you haven't made eye contact with him whenever you've been in the same room, you've practically felt his looks from across the room.

The air had definitely shifted in any room where you were both present. Nobody still knows about your past relationship, and you don't intend on telling anyone about it.

You've decided to let Bucky stew in silence, not allowing any leeway. If he wanted to be stubborn, this is where it would land him. He chose his own fate in the end, and now he would have to suffer the consequences.

And it was pretty awkward, to say the least. It was currently movie night in the Avengers Tower, and you were all in the movie theater. Tony had selected a rom-com tonight, as superheroes do. You were sat with Natasha on a loveseat, your legs swung over hers as your shared snacks were laid on your lap for the both of you.

She had, of course, noticed your change in demeanor since your impromptu break-up. You hadn't divulged in the details with her, not wanting to out the relationship. Even though you wanted to be petty as ever, you decided you were going to be the mature one in this situation.

And then Bucky walks in.

With a... another girl?

Maybe you weren't taking the high road after all.

You instantly feel a heat wash over your body, making you want to scream and cry and laugh in incredulity all at the same time.

What the fuck?

"Hey guys, I brought a date to movie night, if that's alright..." His voice sounded like nails on a blackboard to you right now. "This is Sophia."

He says it so simply that no one knows what to say. Everyone spares a glance at you, and for a second, you wonder if he had told anyone.

But everyone had somewhat of an idea that Bucky likes you!

So now, everyone was a bit confused.

"Uhm, yeah, nice to meet ya. Take a seat anywhere." Steve's voice cuts the suffocating silence.

You make brief eye contact with Bucky, but you look away as fast as you had looked in the first place. You felt like there was a golf ball lodged in your throat, and if you didn't stop yourself, you think you would've strangled that motherfu-

You're led out of your train of thought by a light tap on your arm. Natasha gives you a look that's saying, you look like you're about to kill someone. Are you okay?

You shake your head, letting her know you're just fine. Everything's fine. Bucky's over there, with another girl, who's holding his hand. And you've been here wondering for the past two months what's been so wrong about you that he couldn't do the same with you. Let alone even tell people you were in a relationship.

And you're not going to lie. This stung. Really bad.

Although you wanted to sit here and act as unbothered as possible, it was hard. You wanted to enjoy your night, watch your movie, and go to bed. This was a turn of events that you weren't expecting in the least.

The tension in the room was too much, everyone exchanging glances back and forth between you, Bucky, and Sophia. They were all confused. There was an obvious tension between you and Bucky, and although it was never anything serious to them, they all thought he would man up soon enough and ask you out.

Now, sympathetic looks were being shot across the room between all the team members, and no one could say really say anything.

Suddenly, Steve sits up in his seat and glares at his friend.

"Buck, can ya help me bring some snacks from the kitchen?" The blond asks, not waiting for a reply from the brunet.

Once they're safely out of earshot from the movie room, Steve grasps Bucky's shoulder in a tight hold that has Bucky wincing.

"What the hell, man?" His voice comes out strained and laced with confusion.

"Buck, I think I should be asking you that question." Steve says. "Don't play fuckin' dumb with me. You know what I wanna talk about."

"Well, please do enlighten me-"

"Oh would ya drop it? Sophia? I'm sure she's a great gal, but for the past six months you've been bitchin' and moanin' about Y/N." Steve cuts his friend off, trying to gauge the situation.

"I just... things went south. I needed somethin' new... somethin' different." Bucky's voice was meek, almost like he was afraid to admit this to his best friend of 90 years.

"What... whaddaya mean things went... south? Did you tell her you liked her and she rejected you or somethin'?" The blond asks, brows pulled together in confusion.

"I just... I can't really explain to you what happened but... it was bad. I fucked up, Stevie." Bucky's head is still tilted downwards in guilt.

"Buck, you know you can tell me anything, right?" A hand is placed on his shoulder, and he wants to shrug it off, I don't deserve any comfort, he thinks. I did this all by myself.

"Can I just... I'll tell you. But you can't tell anyone. Especially Tony or Nat. Or Wanda." Steve gives him a brief nod, motioning for Bucky to go on.

"Y/N and I had been... seeing each other for the past two months..." Bucky starts to explain, and Steve's eyes are jut about popping out of their sockets by the time he finishes explaining.

A few moments pass, and silence soaks the air surrounding them.

"You... you two were dating... in secret? You didn't tell me?" The look Steve gave Bucky made the latter's insides twist in the worst way possible. He should've told his best friend.

"Steve, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. We agreed to keep it between us until... "

"Until she decided she'd had enough."

"Yeah."

A pregnant pause and flat face followed, and flat face followed, and Bucky's now realizing how much he's fucked up. Not in the first place, per se, but by bringing Sophia here.

"So can you tell me why you've dragged that poor girl here?" Steve breaks the silence first.

"I-I... I met her at a bar a couple nights ago. Needed to get out, have a drink. She came up to me and asked me for my number, and... yeah."

What Bucky didn't explain is that as soon as she started talking to him, she had immediately realized he was painfully in love with someone else. She had been kind, understanding of his situation. Instead of trying to get in bed with him, she sat down with him while he explained to her how he got himself in this mess.

"You know... I can help you..." Sophia tells him with innocent eyes.

"Really? How?" Bucky's tone was incredulous, like the mere idea of doing something about this whole thing was possible.

"Well, she seems to care about you a lot. But maybe you just need to get a... reaction out of her. She's unbothered now, she says she 'moved on.' Show her she hasn't." She explains.

"But...how?"

And thus... this situation was born.

"So... Sophia has absolutely no interest in you, and you brought her here to make Y/N jealous?" Steve looks at his friend like he has three heads, and Bucky now realizes just how dumb this all looks.

"Well... yeah. This was a bad idea, wasn't it? I should just go take Sophia home-"

"No! You already got this far, and if you do that it might give Y/N the wrong idea. Just- just go with it for the rest of the night and see what happens." Steve says. "Now, let's get the snacks."

Bucky helps him, and they head back into the movie room. He notices your tense form against Natasha. Sophia's making conversation with Sam, and if you were in a cartoon, you're sure there would be steam coming out of your ears.

The movie goes by in a blur, and even though your eyes were glued to the screen, you feel like you didn't even watch the movie. You were too busy being hyperaware of the way Sophia held onto Bucky's arm like if was her lifeline, and quite frankly, you wanted to punch the living daylights out of the both of them.

Once the movie's finished and the lights turn on, you waste no time in heading to your room after a quick goodnight to everyone.

You're getting ready for bed with slams of closet doors and dresser drawers, absolutely enraged with everything. Why was this bothering you so much? But more importantly, how was Bucky so quick to move on? Like you were nothing to him? Like you were the dirt under his shoe?

And although you were too proud to say it, it stung like a motherfucker.

Before you could get ahead of yourself, a knock is coming from your door.

You're sure it's Natasha trying to make sure you're alright, but after months of acting unaffected, all you wanted to do was get under your covers and cry.

"Nat, I'm sorry but I'm really not in the mood-" But when you swung the door open, it was none other than your ex-boyfriend."What the hell are you doing here?"

Your tone was venomous, and all Bucky could see was the tiredness and rage behind your irises.

"I- Can I talk to you?" His voice is timid, like he's afraid to even ask for your time.

"About what? Don't you have someone to tend to?" You wonder out loud, and you can't help the way your heart twists at the thought of Bucky and Sophia. The way he had no problem holding her, touching her, loving her.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, Y/N."

It even hurt to think that.

"What do you want, Barnes?" You query in an indifferent tone.

"I-I waned to talk to you, alone." He responds, and his palms are sliding down his thighs to wipe off the sweat.

"Don't you have to take your date home?"

He was quiet for a moment, trying to gauge how to handle you right now. One wrong word or move, and he was out.

"Y/N, can I please just talk to you? One night we're sleeping in each others' beds, and the next we're strangers? How- how does that even make sense?" He's trying to make sense of the past few weeks and the events that led up to the demise of your relationship.

He knows, but he doesn't want to say it out loud.

"Well, I wonder who's fault that was?" You ask snarkily.

Apparently, you weren't afraid to say it.

"You were the one that did this. I get it. This was new for you, but at some point, enough was enough! I- I was basically dirt under your shoe, James! I- I couldn't fucking take it anymore! I just- you were so easy with Steve and Natasha. And then you would shake me off like I was some pest, some bug." You choked on your words, tears pricking behind your eyes. You turned away before Bucky could see them, not wanting to let him see you like this.

You've put on a tough front, because you didn't want anyone to think that you'd get so hung up over some boy, but it was hard to do so when you were giving your all into a relationship while you got the bare minimum back.

Bucky watches you from your doorway, and as you turn away, he takes this as a sign to come in and shut the door behind him.

"Y/N, please, let me talk. I-I just need to talk. To get it all out. I'm begging you, please." And beg he did. He was on the floor, quite literally on his knees. You couldn't even comprehend how not even an hour ago, he brought a new girl in.

And now he was on his knees before you. Begging.

"Get up."

Your voice cracked, but it was still strong. You weren't in the mood to have a man beg at your feet, and you felt it was quite pathetic that he was on his knees right now when he's the reason you two had ended up like this.

Whatever this was.

"O-Okay. Does that mean I can talk?" He asks tentatively, rising to his feet slowly.

"You have five minutes."

He was quiet at first, and you wondered if he even had anything to say. If he was just here to waste your time, to cause even more heartache-

"I- Can I just start off by saying, in the almost three months we were together, I never, ever, wanted to make you feel anything less than what you really are. You're kind, caring, beautiful, the smartest person I've ever met. But above all those things, you were patient with me. And that was never something I had before with someone else. No one was as patient and as attentive as you were, and I need you to know." He pauses, catching his breath from his rambling.

"Know what?" Your tone was venomous, trying to hold back the tears prickling behind your eyes.

"That I have dreamt of a girl like you for decades. You are everything-" he chokes on his words, eyes glossing over, "everything I've ever wanted, and more. And I can't tell you how sorry I am for the way I treated you. How I made you feel, and how I felt the need to hide us. I should've just been honest with everyone from the start, and it cost me everything in the end. So I'll spend the rest of my days making it up to you, in any way possible. Because you deserve it. You deserve so much better than someone who- who doesn't know how to love. How to hold your hand and not want to cry because he feels like he doesn't deserve it. You deserve the entire universe, Y/N."

Bucky finishes speaking, looking so deeply into your eyes that you can't help but let the facade crack.

Tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes. You sniffle, trying to take a deep breath.

"Wh-what about... Sophia?" You struggle to ask through your emotions, trying to hold yourself back from flinging yourself into his arms.

"I- She's... not relevant. I met her at a bar the day we... ended things, and she said 'it was clear I was going through a heartbreak,' and that she wanted to help me get you back." Bucky laughs a bit at the whole situation now, and how fucking badly he had fucked up.

"But if you don't want to get back together, I understand. Just know, I still feel the same. But if you give me another chance, I promise you it'll be different. I promise to spend all my time making it up to you, and I don't want to hide anything about us. To anyone." He affirms, moving to hold your hands in his.

And surprisingly, you didn't pull away.

No matter how much your brain was screaming, yelling to pull away!

But you couldn't. You wanted to believe every word that came out of his mouth, and you didn't care if anyone thought you were being naive or stupid. You just wanted to hold him again, to call him James again, and to have him whisper sweet nothings in your ears.

And as all these thoughts were running through your head, you see Bucky slowly backing away, assuming your silence meant you were telling him to leave.

"I-Wait. Wait. We have a- a lot to talk about, but I'm not giving up on us yet. But I want a full explanation, top to bottom about everything. And- you have to promise me things will be different between us. We can't have things like they were before, and-"

And before you could continue your rambles, you were stopped by the feeling of his lips on yours.

You could feel his rough ones moulding against your soft, cherry-flavoured ones from your lip balm. His eyes were closed, and so were yours. Any thoughts you had were thrown out the window, and all you could focus on right now was him.

He was invading all your senses in the best way possible. In this moment, you realized he was being completely honest and truthful in what he'd said earlier. Of course, you wouldn't let him forget about all this so easily, but right now, all that mattered were his hands running all over your waist and neck.

"J-James," you breathed out, disconnecting from him.

His eyes search yours, wondering if this is where you give him the boot, and tell him to leave it at this.

But oh, was he wrong.

"Lock the door for me?"

His mouth is akin to that of a fish out of water, wondering to himself if his brain was conjuring this image in his head after weeks of not having you.

"A-Are you sure? If you don't want to we don't have to-" And now he's the one getting cut off with your lips.

It had been enough suffering for the both of you these past few weeks.

"James, I'm sure. Help a girl out?" You smile coyly, slowly walking backwards until you reach your bed and sit down. Your eyes stay on James' blue ones while he rushes to lock to door.

He's hovering over you, waiting to see if you'll make a move.

"Well, aren't you gonna fuck me?"

At those words, the man above you snaps out of his stupor, and lets out an animalistic growl, lunging at you and making both your bodies fall back onto the fluffy white duvet of your bed.

"Can I take this off of you?" James hands are pinching at the fabric of your t-shirt, and you fervently nod in response.

"Words, honey." He coaxes and receives a meek but clear 'yes' from you.

He wastes no time slipping it off your form, only breaking apart from you for air to do so.

Soon enough, your panting forms were both almost bare, left down to just underwear. James slowly moves to settle himself between your thighs, but your hand catches onto his wrist before he could move any further.

"You don't have to, James. I want you inside me already." Although you usually never complained about getting head, you were aching to feel him inside you.

"C'mon angel, I've missed how your sweet lil' pussy tastes." The words coming out of his mouth combined with the feeling of the small pecks he's placing against your inner thighs have you practically shaking.

Along with his scruff giving the sensitive skin a delicious burn, you couldn't bring yourself to say no to James.

He guides your soaked panties down your legs, placing your calves against his shoulders to hold them open.

"Mmm, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to have my mouth between these legs again, sugar. Missed ya so much." He mumbles to you, licking a broad stripe up your core.

A gasp leaves your mouth, and you scramble to find something to grab onto.

With one hand in his brunet locks, Bucky continues his ministrations. He alternates between using his tongue and sucking on your sensitive button, building up your climax.

James listens to your small gasps and whimpers, paying attention to what brought you the most pleasure.

"Oh!" You let out a whimper at the feeling of Bucky's fingers hitting your sweet spot inside you.

Before you knew it, the throbbing in your heat was spreading all through your body, causing your first earth-shattering orgasm of the night.

You're chanting James over and over again, like a prayer.

"That's it, sweetheart, give it all t'me." He coaxes you through your high, allowing for you to come down.

Your eyes are bleary and you barely sense James coming back up over you. His fingers are opening your mouth, allowing you to taste them.

"Taste yourself, honey. So sweet, missed havin' you." He leaves pecks on your forehead, nose, and cheek, before circling back to your mouth when he pulls his fingers back out.

When he pulls away again, his nose is brushing against yours. You still feel like you're floating, but you open your eyes slowly to be met with his bright cerulean ones.

"You have a condom?" James' voice is gravelly as he speaks against your lips.

"No, I'm clean and still on the pill. Wanna feel all of you." You whisper while your fingers roam through his locks.

"A-Are you sure?" He asks, trying to ignore the involuntary twitch of his cock at your words.

"I'm sure, James. I've never been more sure of doing anything with anyone." You say, letting your hand move down to his boxers.

Your hand dips into the waistband, grasping him with your palm.

"Wanna feel all of this." You barely speak, but he understands every word you say.

Before you know it, his underwear is off and thrown somewhere across the room.

James sits back, running his cock through your juices for lubrication, eliciting a sigh from the both of you.

"Fuck, I missed you so much, doll." He grits out while he pushes into you slowly. "Can't believe I was so stupid and almost lost ya for good."

"I-I'm right here, baby. You won't ever lose me." You reassure him, letting him fill you to the brim.

"God, can't get enough of this tight pussy, baby." James is thrusting at an even pace now, and you can feel every inch of him inside you.

You release moans of ecstacy and pleasure in his ear as he stays above you, and while you're only half-conscious of what you're doing, you grab his metal arm and bring it to your throat.

His eyes shoot open but his pace never falters, looking at you for silent reassurance.

The white-hot feeling in your core builds at the feeling, not wanting it to stop.

"You sure?"

"Yes, please." All he needed was your whimper to moan at the sight of his hand around your throat.

"H-Holy shit. I- Come with me baby, c'mon." His voice is strained, like it's paining him to speak.

"I'm- I'm coming James. Come with me, baby." You gasp out, feeling the stirring in your belly reach its' peak.

Soon enough, you're both coming undone, breathing into each others' mouths while working through your highs together.

You feel him spurting inside you, painting your walls white. His rocking slowly comes to a stop, allowing him to open his eyes and focus on you. Your thumbs are brushing over his cheekbones, soaking in him just being here, with you.

"C'mon, let me get you cleaned up, angel." James slowly pulls out of you, being careful to not hurt you.

You see the light flicker on in your bathroom and hear the sink running. He returns with a rag and brushes it gently between your legs, feeling you shiver at how sensitive you are.

"Sorry, honey." James' whisper comes from below, and you smile down with soft eyes.

You were completely besotted for this man.

Once the rag is thrown into your laundry hamper, Bucky retrieves his boxers and pulls them on.

For a moment, you feel a flash through your body, your heart seizing at the thought of him leaving now.

"A-Are you leaving?" You barely recognize your own voice, feeling pathetic for feeling so vulnerable.

Bucky just looks at you. He's dumbfounded at you right now. How could you think that after everything, especially after what had just happened, that he would leave you. How he could ever let you go again.

And again, the question is just another painful reminder of how much he's hurt you.

"No, sweetheart. Just wanted to grab a shirt for you to sleep in." He gives you a soft smile, quenching the ache of your heart.

Once he sits you up and slips the large shirt over your frame, he slips back into his spot next to you under the duvet. Your legs immediately tangle with his, head on his shoulder and arm thrown across his torso.

"Never gonna let you go again, honey." He tells you, placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Love you, James." You mumble in a half-asleep response into his chest, the words reverberating into his skin.

Bucky hopes you don't feel his heart racing, but replies with the same words that you hear before slipping into a deep slumber. And the last thing you hear before you slip under are the sweetest words to ever be spoken.

"I love you more, Y/N."

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Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Summary: You’re just minding your own business when the Winter Soldier crashes into your life. Literally.

Quick facts: Romance – established past Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes leading into Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/Reader – Nondescript Reader

Warnings: Fluff, slight mention of blood

Words: 7801

A/N: I started writing this a few months ago and almost finished when my life got fairly shook up. Still, I’m quite proud of being able to eke out an ending. For anybody who only cares about this story, feel free to skip this note, but for anybody following my other stuff: writing is going to be slow for the time being. My mom died and things are pretty topsy-turvy right now. Writing is still a comfort, but head to hands isn’t working the same right now. Thanks for your patience; I hope this is a pleasant read for you in the mean time <3

You’re getting ready for bed and have just turned off the living room light when you hear a clatter on the fire escape. You haven’t gotten over to shut the window yet and you wince at the thought of maybe coming face to face with a giant rat, or a raccoon, although you haven’t yet seen a raccoon and you’re pretty sure they don’t live in the city but it would probably be better than a rat the size of a raccoon–

What you get is much, much worse as a fully grown man falls through the curtains, knocks over a side table and potted plant, and crashes onto your living room floor with a wheezed (but emphatic), “God damn it!”

You freeze, unsure of whether to run or yell or maybe both. However the man flounders on the floor, unable to otherwise move much as he holds his side and– is that blood on your floor?

“Are you okay?” you ask despite everything.

He yanks his head back to look at you and grimaces. “Fuck, I–” He tries to get up, slips in what you are almost positive is blood, and slumps over with a little sigh and a handful of muttered curses that might be in another language. “I am really sorry about this,” he says lowly, like he's embarrassed to be bleeding out in a stranger’s living room. Then he shifts a little more and moonlight gleams on his arm. His very…shiny…completely metal arm, and you find a whole new way to be concerned.

You should have known the reasonable rent was a goddamn trap.

You take a few steps back, barely avoid hitting the counter, and flick the light back on without taking your eyes away from the man on your floor. He squints at the brightness and shows you a face that is, both fortunately and unfortunately, familiar. Fortunately because Captain America and the Avengers somehow got him pardoned for potential war crimes and treason even without him being present for any of that circus of a trial. Unfortunately because…war crimes. And treason. And that is definitely blood.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out and looks a little woozy. “There were sheets– I thought the building was empty.”

“The sheeting is for the building right next to us,” you say and sigh. “I’m going to guess you are not in favor of me calling an ambulance?”

He just blinks at you a few times. Maybe he is secretly a raccoon.

“Please don’t,” he says, some life returning to his eyes, and he looks you up and down. The rubber duck pajamas must put him at ease because, while he is still tensely holding his midsection, his shoulders relax a little. “I’m so–”

“Sorry, yes, I know.” You point at the bathroom. “I’m going to get the first aid kit and hopefully I won’t have to explain to the coroner’s office why Captain America’s boo bled out on my floor.”

You’re just opening up the cupboard that hopefully contains at least some band-aids when he calls out, “What the hell is a ‘boo?’”

Two old t-shirts, one and a half rolls of dusty gauze, and his own homemade stitch kit later, the man is finally all patched up. “How are you not passing out from blood loss?” you ask, eyeing the mess on the nice hardwood that has definitely just lost you your deposit. But there’s no corpse to deal with, so at least things aren’t as bad as they could be.

“I’m built pretty hardy.” He sits up a little more and groans. Before you can beg him not to split his side again, he extends his hand. “James Barnes. But you can call me Bucky.”

You shake his hand (gently) and tell him your name. “Do you let everybody call you Bucky, or just the people whose floor you bleed all over?” Something moving catches your eye and you sigh at the sight of your inexpensive (but still nice) curtains blowing slightly, showing off their new stains. “Floor and drapes…”

“I’ll clean it,” he says. “I can get blood out of anything.” He winces. “I…that sounds worse than it is.”

“I imagine getting blood out of anything is a good skill for an international spy-assassin to have,” you say.

Bucky scowls. And, you think, blushes a little, though how he has enough blood to do that you don’t know. You look at the spot again. It looks big to you but maybe you’re making a fuss over nothing. No, wait, there’s still dried blood on your floor. You’re allowed a fuss. “So you know who I am.”

“Your boy made it hard to miss,” you say.

He grumbles to himself, then says, “He’s always such a drama queen. I didn’t need to be pardoned.”

“Really,” you say and look at the bloodied handkerchief wrapped around a bullet he dug out of himself. “Looks like at least one other person disagrees with you.”

“This was Steve’s fight, not mine.” He huffs. “Story of my goddamn lif–”

He suddenly falls back and you reach out instinctively to catch him. He recovers quickly, wild-eyed and stiff and you scoot back just in case. He takes a few deep breaths and seems to force himself calm. It doesn’t look very effective and you’re honestly starting to worry. “You really–”

“I did not faint,” he snaps and maybe he has more blood than you thought, or maybe absolutely all of it has come to collect in his face.

“I was going to say you really need a hospital,” you say. “But yeah, you did.”

He grumbles under his breath and then, as if predicting your protests, stands up quickly enough to waver. Serves him right, you think, but when he scowls at you, you wonder if maybe he’s psychic too. “Try not to pass out on your way home,” you say, because if he wants to leave there’s really nothing you can do to stop him.

“Funny,” he says. He clears his throat and adds, much more sincerely, “Thanks.”

For the t-shirts, for the first aid kit, for not calling the cops, for not calling the Avengers so Captain America can hone in on him like a cartoon hound, for not bitching about the floor too much– the list is many and varied and so you give him a simple nod and hope you can get even a little bit of sleep tonight because work tomorrow is going to be hell without it.

He goes back to the window and before you can point out you have a perfectly good door, Bucky slips out onto the fire escape again. You shrug to yourself and go over to firmly flip the lock. You’ve done your part– in the event he slips and hits his head, someone else can be the good Samaritan. You’re going to bed and tomorrow this is going to feel like a weird dream, if there is even a single good deity in existence.

You’re not sure if it’s proof of or a mark against the existence of said single good deity when Bucky shows back up in your fire escape the next evening and taps politely against your open window before he lets himself back in, scooting your new plant just an inch out of the way.

“I have a door,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

“Your hallway’s too well lit,” he says, much more hale and hearty and obviously not suffering major blood loss. His hair even looks like he just got out of the shower, all soft and shiny and bouncing a bit as he twists his upper body to start pulling stuff out of a backpack hanging off one shoulder. “I got stuff to clean the floor, and a replacement first aid kit. You outta keep it better stocked, so I got you one of the good ones.”

“O…kay,” you say, for lack of anything better. There’s a hysterical laugh building up in the back of your throat as the Winter Soldier brings out some rags and a cleaning solution for your bloodstained hardwood floor, but you cough it out and say, “Thanks,” when the formerly-feared international assassin looks at you like you’re crazy before he gets on his hands and knees and starts scrubbing.

It’s not fair no one would believe you. You’re not quite sure this isn’t an elaborate daydream, but then, you like to think you’d imagine something more fun than this. You clear your throat. “Would you like something to drink?”

“No thanks,” he grunts, glaring at the floor and rubbing at the stain like it has offended him personally. It’s a little worrisome when he goes at it hard enough to maybe rub a hole right through the floor– you’d rather deal with the stain– but there’s a hard edge to his eyes that make you think maybe it’s a good idea for him to work it out in a productive, non-violent way. And if it turns violent, hopefully he has some home repair skills to make up for it.

You busy yourself with making tea, using the nice pot and the nice cups you never get to break out, and by the time it’s almost done steeping Bucky isn’t rubbing quite so hard and, in fact, seems to have made the stain do a disappearing act.

“Nice,” you say. “You want some tea? I made plenty.”

He lifts his head and tilts it as he squints at you, like he’s still not sure of you. But he shrugs, says, “Sure,” and stands up, rolling his shoulders. He looks down at the floor and nods appreciatively before coming to sit on the other side of the counter. “It’s almost gone; just a little bit more and it’ll be like I was never here.”

That last part could have been a decent joke, but he said it so seriously you just clear your throat. “Thanks,” you say and start pouring. “My landlord is going to have to find some other excuse to try and keep my security deposit.”

Bucky snorts but otherwise makes no noise. At first it’s nice, if a bit awkward, as you don’t really feel the need to fill the silence, but it becomes clear by the way Bucky glares at the plant sitting in front of him on the counter that something is eating at him. You’re not sure whether or not to pry, but it seems polite to at least ask, “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he grunts and leans even lower to the surface of the counter.

You stare at him. “I appreciate what you did, but you didn’t have to come back,” you say gently, because a pissed-off former-assassin isn’t really a problem you want to have on your hands. “I’m not awful enough to actually expect you to clean up your own blood the day after you nearly bled to death.”

“What?” He blinks and then scowls and shakes his head. “No, it’s not that; it’s…” He picks up his cup and downs all of it, despite the fact that it was still steaming. Tentatively you pour him another cup, to which he says, “thanks,” before loading it with sugar again. “It’s good,” he says and this time he sips it.

“It’s one of my favorites. Very soothing,” you say. “Normally.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “I wish anything was soothing. You know Steve almost ran into a goddamn minefield today?”

You didn’t know that, you don’t think anything the Avengers do is any of your business, really, and where does one even find a minefield in New York City– you don’t say any of that, but you apparently don’t need to, because Bucky is off like a shot saying more words than you’d have thought possible for him. All of it is ranting about what a reckless dumbass Captain America is, and a Brooklyn accent increasingly comes through, egged into existence by sheer aggravation. You sit and listen, transfixed not so much by the details (they’re too fleeting and sparse) but by how annoyed Bucky is with Captain Amer- with “Steve goddamn pain in the ass Rogers” and you’re never going to be able to see him again without snickering.

Bucky sighs heavily and rests his chin on the table. He looks very tired, all of a sudden. Maybe a relaxing tea and enthusiastic rant wasn’t the best combination. Then again, he also looks less tense, so perhaps it’s fine. “Why don’t you stop for the night and go get some sleep,” you say and take away his cup. “You can finish up tomorrow.”

He squints at you, squints back at the floor (that you honestly can’t tell is any different from the rest), and looks back at you. “You don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” you say and stack the cups. “When you come back refreshed you can tell me why Steve Rogers can never walk past that animal shelter without ducking his head in shame.”

Bucky’s smile is lopsided and he shakes his head. “Maybe,” he admits and hops off the chair. “I’ll just…leave the stuff here then, if that’s okay?”

You nod and he quickly picks up and puts the supplies in the empty bottom space of your side table. He goes for the window.

“I have a-!”

And he’s gone. You roll your eyes. If Steve Rogers really is as much of an asshole as Bucky says he is, then those two deserve each other.

For all that the Captain America mythos has been debunked for you, you’re still brought up short when you suddenly encounter Steve Rogers the next night.

On your fire escape.

He knocks his head against the railing in his scramble to simultaneously get up and face you, curses, and lifts his hands defensively. “I can explain.”

You rub your face with both hands. They definitely deserve each other. “I doubt that,” you mutter and sigh heavily. Thank goodness there haven’t been any actual fires; you don’t know how you’d get out with all these buff superheroes hanging around outside your window. “Have you lost something?”

Captain America looks at the ground for a moment, and then flashes you a smile. “…Yes?”

God, he is a smartass. “Do you want to come inside or do you want to risk some Nosy Nancy from the building across the street seeing a big shadow and calling the cops?”

That would never happen, but he slips inside almost immediately and then there he is, in all his uniformed, shield-holding glory. It’s too weird to think about, and you step back to give him (and you) space while you close the curtains. “Thank you,” he says politely and looks around. “Your apartment is lovely; it’s very…green.”

You’re not sure why he hesitates, until you see him looking at your yellowing majesty palm. “He’s coming back,” you say and go to adjust the plant for lack of anything else your nervous hands can do. “Would you like something to drink?”

“No thank you,” he says and stands with his feet shoulder wide and his hands clasped down in front of him. It is perhaps the least comforting thing he can do and for one ridiculous moment you wish Bucky was here to be in between you. You wish the Winter Soldier was here. To protect you. From Captain America.

You clear your throat. “So,” you say and grab yourself something. “Do you lurk outside everyone’s apartment at some point, or am I just special?”

For all his military posturing, Captain America squirms like a schoolboy. “I swear I wasn’t– okay, I guess I was but not intentionally? I was…looking. For something.”

“Something you dropped?” you ask him.

“A person,” he says, staring elsewhere. For a moment you have a paranoid thought he’s staring at the space where Bucky had fallen in that night, but no, he’s just looking at the window. At least you remembered to change the curtains.

“Pretty sure you can see one of those without squinting into the grates,” you say.

“He might have passed through on his way somewhere else,” Captain America says. “Have you seen a man outside?”

“Other than you?” you ask. He blushes even harder than Bucky does– and think of the devil, you have a moment where you’re not sure what you should say, but quickly come to realize that whatever is going on between the two of them, you do not want to get stuck in the middle.

You’re prepared to lie your ass off, but he apparently takes your response as a rebuke. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to make you feel unsafe.”

“It’s fine,” you say. Despite his previous answer, you lean into the fridge to get him a bottle of water. “I’m pretty sure Captain America isn’t going to murder me. And if you decided you wanted to, well, there’s nothing I could really do about it.”

He chokes on the drink he’s just taken. You instinctively lean in so you can slam his back but after a couple of hits he covers his mouth and waves you off. “Sorry, sorry,” he says and grabs a nearby dishcloth to wipe up what he just spit on the counter. “That was just…really dark.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I’m not the one lurking on fire escapes,” you say.

He rolls his eyes. The nerve. You laugh and he actually grins. Asshole. His smile softens though and he says, “I’m really–”

“Sorry,” you finish for him.

“Am I that predictable already?”

You shrug. You want to tell him it’s because he and Bucky seem very much alike in that respect. You want to but…you don’t. Whatever Bucky’s problem is, he seems to want to deal with it himself, and it’s not your place to get in between them and start snitching. “You seem the type. Don’t worry about it so much. You…look pretty worried. I’m not going to hold it against you.”

“Thank you.” His lips turn into a sad sort-of smile and he takes a slower drink. “I guess I am pretty worried. This man I’m looking for, he’s…important to me, and he’s been through a lot, and I just want to know he’s okay.”

You stare at him. He looks down. And looks down. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to babble like that,” he says and glances at you with a strained smile. “I don’t normally do that.”

“Hm.” You stare at him for several seconds and notice he is blinking an awful lot. “You look exhausted.”

“I’m a little tired,” he says, quietly, and some of the posturing seeps out of him and he lets himself slump a little more. He suddenly shakes his head and sits up straight again. “Thanks again for…” He looks around and settles for shaking his water bottle.

You hold back a laugh. “Sure. I uh…do you need me to call you a cab?”

He shakes his head firmly and, to his credit, he’s pretty excellent at pretending to be okay. You almost believe him. “I can get home all right.”

“Well, please make sure you do. I can think of a lot of people who’d be sad to think of you collapsing on the way home because you wore yourself down to the bone,” you say. “And from how you seem to worry about your friend, I bet you can think of at least one.”

He blinks, like he’s surprised, but a smile curls onto his face, warm and true. “Good night,” he says, and because you’re so nice, you don’t stop him when he goes back out the window. At this point, it’s beginning to feel like a lost cause.

“What did you say to him?”

“I know you don’t like the door,” you say, not even turning away from the plant you’re watering. Any time you put down the canister you forget where you left off and you are not going to kill these plants by overwatering. Not again. “But maybe you could at least tap on the window when you decide you’re going to enter my apartment.”

“Why do you leave your window open?” Bucky huffs. You can hear him sit at the counter behind you. “You know what kind of creeps can take advantage of that?”

You finish watering the last plant and turn to stare at him. “I’m starting to get an idea.”

Bucky scowls. “I’m not a creep,” he mutters.

“Polite society encourages doorways instead of windows,” you say. “It’s okay. Captain America, apparently, is also a creep.”

Bucky sits up straighter. “What did he say?”

“Not much,” you say. “He was squatting on the fire escape like he could make you spontaneously materialize. I invited him in for an explanation and after a little while he went on his way.”

“After a little while,” Bucky repeats and squints at you suspiciously.

You shrug. “He likes to vent to complete strangers, apparently. But I didn’t tell him anything about you, it doesn’t seem fair to tell you anything about him. If you want to know, I get the feeling you can go ask him.”

Bucky rolls his eyes but he stands up and stretches. “You said I bled on the drapes?”

“I already scrubbed that out, if you can finish the floor,” you say and go for the tea pot. “Do you like green tea?”

“As long as you do it right,” he says and starts scrubbing again. “I hate it all bitter.”

You go for the good matcha and start preparing it while he works out his frustrations on your floor. You glance at him a couple of times but he seems fully focused on his task, until you finish the tea and call him back to the bar.

“Steve Rogers is a pain in the ass and don’t let anyone tell you different,” he grumbles, but it’s soft and there’s a troubled look on his face as he takes his cup.

“Do you miss him?” you ask and blow gently across your drink.

Bucky shifts uncomfortably. Just as you're about to apologize for overstepping, though, he speaks. “It’s hard to go back when you’ve done the shit I have, you know?”

No. You have absolutely no idea what it’s like to live as a free man after decades of literal objectification and being used as a murder weapon for fascists. But it doesn’t seem very helpful to say that, so instead you say, gently, “I can’t even imagine.”

Bucky bobs his head and takes another sip of his drink. You’re delighted he seems to be drinking it fairly quickly, but also a little dismayed because a good matcha latte takes a decent amount of work and it’ll take a little time if he wants another cup. “I want to go back but I can’t yet. I wish he wouldn’t be so goddamn stubborn about it is all. Just because he thinks I didn’t do anything wrong doesn’t make it true.”

You nod, like any of this makes any goddamn sense to you. But maybe– maybe it doesn’t have to. Maybe Bucky’s saying all this because you’re an outside entity with no personal stake in, or knowledge of, what counts as treason, or what’s needed to lack culpability, or what it means to be an absent friend.

He rambles, a little bit, and though about half the words are proper nouns you don’t recognize, you nod along, and when he finishes his latte you make him another one, and when he leaves, you don’t mention the door. Even though you want to.

You’ve actually forgotten how nice it is to have someone come through the door. Case in point–

“Um, I hope this is all right,” Steve Rogers, dressed in casual civilian fare and holding a small pot of flowers, says as you can do nothing but stare at him. “I just wanted to stop by and thank you again for being so understanding. May I…come in?”

That snaps you out of your funk and you quickly stand aside. “Of course; sorry, I just…wasn’t expecting you.”

“I was just going to leave the plant with a note if you weren't here, but I’m glad you were,” Captain Rogers says and walks in, and sets the pot down on the counter.

You walk over to the fridge. “Would you like something to–” As you turn to finish the question you see him glance furtively at the window. Ah, of course. He looks down guiltily and you can’t help but roll your eyes and laugh. Well, he did come through the correct entrance and brought some pretty flowers. “All right, you did knock on the door this time; go sniff around the fire escape all you want.”

“I’m just checking something I forgot,” he says quickly and goes to the window. He’s only outside long enough for you to brew some tea and he comes back in just as you’re pouring his cup. It isn’t until he’s about to take a sip, however, that he says, “Oh– I know it looks bad, but Bucky– sorry, James Barnes– I swear he isn’t dangerous.”

“I know. I saw some of the trial stuff,” you lie. Well, you did see some of it, but it wasn’t until you heard Bucky mutter “Martha Stewart was right,” while fussing at some of the blood on his shirt that you felt safer. Strange as it is to think.

Steve relaxes his shoulders like some of the weight is off of them. “You have no idea how good that is to hear. You wouldn’t believe some of the things people say to me. I can’t really punch people anymore because I’m so much stronger now but it’s so tempting sometimes. At least when it’s online I can mime punching them.”

His annoyed tone allows you to laugh a little. “Maybe imagine the block button is a punch in the face?” you suggest.

He grins. “My friend Clint suggested printing out the most irritating comments and taping them to a punching bag. It didn’t really work but the thought was nice. The block button as a punch to the face though…”

The guy doesn’t really need more violence in his life, but he genuinely seems pleased with the idea, so you let it be. And when he starts ranting in detail about some of the comments he gets about Bucky, you make a new pot of tea– chamomile. For the both of you.

You don’t know how the flowers are dead already– it seems like Steve just brought them and they were so pretty you immediately looked up care instructions and followed them to the letter. Or so you thought. But now, only days later, you have a pot of dirt and withered petals.

And Bucky sulking at your counter.

“I told him I was fine,” he says petulantly.

You sigh and bring the pot over to the sink and think about what to do. “Did you tell him in person?”

“In a letter. He knew it was from me.”

The soil looks nice, so you’ll dig out the remains and try to plant some replacement seeds. Maybe that was the problem– maybe the flowers were sick or something. “Well reading and seeing are two different things.”

“He knows I cover him in fights.”

You slowly look at Bucky. His oh-so intelligent response is to bristle like a cat and go, “What?”

You roll your eyes. “He’s desperate to see you, knows you’re near when he’s fighting, and you wonder why he’s “so goddamn reckless?’”

Bucky just glares. Yeah, these two morons absolutely deserve each other.

You hope Bucky figures it out sooner rather than later.

He doesn’t, but he keeps coming by, as does Steve, and you resign yourself to hosting two pining idiots who keep dancing around each other.

Bucky drinks anything you give him without complaint. However he drinks the lattes and almost anything green tea a little quicker, though he tries to hide his cup from you when he does. Whether he’s ashamed of going through them so fast or embarrassed you don’t know, but you start to give him bigger cups, and that seems to help.

The first time you give Steve a cup of apple pie spice, he gives you a severe glare– which he then completely undermines by liking the blend immensely.

“I swore the next person who offered me apple pie would get popped,” Steve says, an amusing mixture of half-bluster and half-shame as he sips from the classic teacup you hope not to regret handing him.

“Lucky for me it’s not actually apple pie,” you say. “Do people really make that joke?”

The eyeroll Steve gives that is 200% sass. “You have no idea,” he says, deadly serious, “–how funny people think they are.”

This becomes…oddly normal. Listening to Steve talk about anything that’s on his mind, giving Bucky new tea blends just to see how he reacts to them; your apartment is no longer just you and a bunch of greenery that seems to wilt more often than not. Everything seems warmer, and better– even your plants seem healthier. (For that, though, you suspect Bucky is giving them a special mixture of something after you catch a glance of him messing with one of the pots. You want to ask him what he’s doing, but you don’t want to admit that he’s better at taking care of them than you are.)

It’s so normal, that you feel the silence only after the first few nights without a visit. They don’t visit every night, but they visit often enough that you know they’re off somewhere even without them telling you. For a couple of weeks you try to pretend the quiet doesn’t bother you, but you check the fire escape twice every night, and then once more before you go to bed.

The next time you see Bucky is during one of these checks. There was no tapping, no noise to otherwise alert you, he’s just suddenly back, sitting next to the window, hunched over in black clothes nearly blending into the darkness and staring out at nothing in the night.

“What’s wrong?” you ask and crawl out to kneel next to him. “Are you hurt again?”

“No,” he mutters and continues to glare at some imaginary point in the distance. “Steve was, though.”

It’s a little harder to swallow. “Is he going to be okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky mumbles and buries his mouth further against his arms. “He’s fine, strutting around the hospital like a- like a- …” He huffs and sits back to wave his arms before he curls back in on himself. “But it was close, and he’s an asshole.”

“Mm,” you say. “Chamomile mint?”

He sighs heavily but he gets to his feet and starts to enter, only to stop and hold open the curtains for you.

“Thank you sir,” you say with only a hint of sarcasm and go on ahead to get the tea started. Bucky snorts but doesn’t say anything and you use the time the water needs to heat up to take care of some of your plants.

“Stop it.”

The snap comes so fast from Bucky you immediately stop what you’re doing. He doesn’t look as angry as he sounded, but he’s frowning pretty hard. “You're overwatering that one; jade plants are succulents. You don’t need to drown it.”

You look at the plant and set the watering can down. “Oh.” You knew that. You think. You’re just nervous. “Did you see him? In the hospital?”

“Briefly. I didn’t talk to him; just made sure he was all right,” Bucky says. “And he is. I wouldn’t leave him if he wasn’t.”

That does assuage some of your concerns. Steve is nice. You want him to be okay. And Bucky is– also nice, but god, they’re both so fucking frustrating. “You couldn’t have just–”

“Don’t start with–”

“I’m just saying–”

“And I’m telling you not to say–”

“I pay the rent for all that you sublet my fire escape; I’ll say what I want,” you manage to finish to Bucky’s consternation. You lift your head proudly and he frowns to one side. And then he…smirks. You’re not sure you like that.

“Crappiest space in the city,” he says and sits up. “You could at least get a chair.”

You roll your eyes and dole out the tea, fixing it the way Bucky likes. No sugar for this one, but plenty of honey. “If I ever have to leave for an actual fire, I’ll be in enough trouble trying to get around you.”

“Nah. I’d carry you out,” Bucky says and lifts his cup in a silent ‘cheers.’ He takes a sip and the sigh sounds content, so you assume you did it right. For a few moments a comfortable silence settles between the two of you as you sip warm drinks surrounded by greenery (that is mostly green) and life goes on in faint sounds outside the confines of your home.

Bucky sets his empty cup down with a sigh. “Do you think, if I show up to throttle him, that he’ll actually start watching his own fucking back?”

You give that some serious thought. “Will you give him time to moon at you first?”

Bucky sighs with disgust and flumps back onto the counter. “This is stupid. This all feels so stupid.”

You open your mouth because you do have a lot of opinions about honest communication and using innocent civilian apartments to dance around each other, but Bucky shoots you a glare to let you know that a, he knows, and b, he doesn’t appreciate it. You roll your eyes and go back to drinking your tea. It is a very good blend, and you’re not going to let it go unappreciated because two early 20th century boys can’t get their shit together.

Not that you’re complaining, really– you’re starting to feel like less of a disaster by comparison. Or maybe letting two strange men into your apartment makes you just as bad by default. You rub the bridge of your nose. Yeah, no one is getting out of this looking sane. You feel like that should bother you more than it does, but it’s just a fleeting thought before you go back to worrying about Steve and pouring Bucky’s cup back to full.

The next night when someone knocks on your door, you’re only mildly surprised to see Steve on the other side. And most of that surprise is because you can see fading bruises on his face, and also because he is holding a fairly big potted plant with tall green and yellow-edged leaves.

“Hi,” he says and lifts the pot slightly. “I got you a present.”

“Uh, wow; thanks?” you say and quickly step back to let him in, momentarily forgetting he can probably carry it around with ease. Steve places the plant on the floor near the end of your couch, where it actually looks fairly nice. He gestures at it proudly. “It’s a snake plant. The man at the nursery said it’s very hard to kill.”

“You’re not funny,” you say but you look at it appreciatively. It is nice, and you could do with ‘hard to kill’. Speaking of– “Should you be up? You look like you should be in a hospital.”

He shrugs and his face goes neutral. “I’m healing well enough that there’s nothing a hospital could do for me. And I felt so…restless.”

You nod. “Want some tea?”

“Please. I really like what you make,” he says and immediately takes a seat at the counter. Oddly enough, it’s not the one Bucky always takes. You don’t realize you squint at the space for too long until Steve looks curious and asks, “Is everything okay?”

You squint at the countertop. “Yeah, just…trying to figure out if that’s a stain or a spot.”

Thankfully there is a spot of spilled something and you quickly grab a towel and wipe it away. You think it’s a pretty good save, but Steve looks at you with a raised brow, like he’s figured something out. You freeze. “What?” What are you going to say? How is he going to react? What will you–

“Was that a coffee ring?”

You blink a few times, and then roll your eyes as your chest practically deflates. He smiles and winks. “I can’t believe you.”

“I am a layered human being who can drink many things,” you say defensively. “And if you want coffee you’ll have to ask another time. I’m not giving you anything with caffeine in it when you look like you got hit by a truck.”

“Train,” he corrects absently. “It barely clipped me.”

You sigh and go for the sleepy blend. One of you is going to have to bow out of this conversation due to exhaustion and at this point you don’t care if it’s you. However it might truly come in handy as Steve keeps looking out the window and shaking his foot. You set the cup in front of him and before you can ask what’s wrong, he takes the cup in both hands and blurts out, “I think I saw him.”

You look at the window and squint. “Seriously?”

“Not here.” Steve rolls his eyes. Like you’re the crazy one. He blows gently across the surface of the liquid and says, “Though it’s strange you’d think I saw Bucky out of your window.”

“Isn't that why you started showing up here in the first place? I distinctly remember someone with a big red, white, and blue shield lurking on my fire escape.”

“Oh, right,” he admits sheepishly, hunched over his cup. His eyes glimmer with mischief as he looks up at you through long lashes and asks, “Did I ever apologize to you for that?”

You’re brought up short by the amount of boyish charm this giant walking wall of muscle manages to pack into that look and you have to find your tongue to say, “I– y-yeah…”

Steve chuckles to himself and you give yourself a mental slap on the face. “Troll,” you mutter and sip from your mug. The liquid is piping hot and burns your tongue, giving you an excuse to grimace when Steve flashes you a beautiful smile.

You’re in trouble.

Not physically, not immediately, and perhaps someone on the outside might say you’re being dramatic about it, but they wouldn’t know shit about the situation. They wouldn’t know about how your hands felt as they slid over Steve’s when he handed you a new small pot of flowers; they wouldn’t know about the feeling of serenity that settled over you when Bucky abandoned some of his oh so careful control and rested his head on your shoulder for four long seconds; they wouldn’t know how it feels like you’re missing something until someone shows up at your door or taps at your window.

You’re falling in love with two people who have always been, and still are, desperately in love with each other.

Isn’t that just your luck.

In the end, Bucky takes your advice more to heart than you ever expected he would– you and Steve are quietly enjoying each others’ company, with you standing in the kitchen and Steve sitting at the counter as per usual, when the curtains move dramatically for Bucky to slip in, which makes Steve whirl around, and your hands jerk so hard from all the sudden surprise that your cup slips out and crashes to the floor.

“Shi-” You forget to watch your step and immediately catch a jagged shard that embeds itself right under the ball of your foot. “Ow, fuck!”

Your name is said in different voices but very similar tones of alarm and you suddenly find yourself gathered into Bucky’s arms, bridal style, and he carries you over to the couch. “Wh-” You swallow at the close proximity to Bucky’s chest and the way he holds you so effortlessly but so securely. “I’m fine; it’s just a little–”

Bucky sits down on the couch and doesn’t move you, which means you are basically sitting cross-wise in his lap. This is not something you need after your recent revelation, and it doesn’t get any easier when Steve comes back with the heavy duty first aid kit Bucky got you and gingerly takes your foot to examine the injury. His sympathetic look towards you gives you the warning you need to brace yourself before he pulls the shard out. It doesn’t hurt too terribly and he’s almost tender as he cleans your foot.

“Look at us, matching blood and all,” Bucky says lightly.

“It’s my floor I’ll bleed on it if I want,” you grumble, but you’re too distracted by how focused Steve is on fixing you up. “You…seem to be taking this well.”

“I knew he had been here since the first time I came,” Steve admits as he rolls the gauze around your foot. “There was a bloodstain on your floor still.”

“Seriously?” You had thought Bucky was being overdramatic about the supposed stain and humored him, but it…makes sense. Why else would he come back the next night. Why else would Steve continue to come by. And because Steve had kept coming, Bucky had kept coming, and…they won’t need to come back anymore, will they? They now have what they’ve wanted. Each other.

Someone says your name and you force yourself back to neutral as much as you possibly can. Steve looks curious though and Bucky says, “What’s with that look?”

“There’s no look,” you say. “And if there is, it’s only because you two have devised the weirdest meet-cute ever– decades after you actually met.”

“Hm.” Bucky continues to stare at you, but doesn’t say anything else.

They come back. And they both use the door.

You don’t know what you’re more shocked by– that Bucky and Steve, having come back to each other, are still coming around to you, or that Bucky is actually walking through the designated threshold. You don’t have a lot of time to think about it though because the place is…a mess.

“What happened here?” Steve asks as Bucky’s shoulders go up to his ears and he looks around the place like he’s going to find something unpleasant.

“It’s not that bad,” you say and glance around. You’ve cleaned out a few of the pots already and stacked them away in the closet, but some of the plants are still…slightly alive, for a little while. A couple are even doing fairly well– one of which being the snake plant Steve got you.

“What happened to the jungle?” Bucky asks, looking around shrewdly. You don’t like the sound of that. It feels so…probing, and raises your hackles. Why should he care?

“I wasn’t keeping them alive for very long.” You flick a yellowing leaf and keep your tone light. “I just got tired of it. What are…what are you doing here?”

You don’t look at Steve, but he clears his throat and his tone is similar to Bucky’s when he asks, “Is now a bad time?”

“For what?” You square your shoulders and face them. Like an adult. Like an adult who had two other adults just sort of crash into their life one day and start sharing space until such time as the two window-crashers decided they…didn’t need to come around anymore. “I’m happy you both found each other. You didn’t have to come back.”

Steve looks…well, he looks hurt. You don’t know any other way to describe it; it doesn’t show in his face so much as in his eyes, in the feeling you get watching the line of his shoulders lower. But before he can say anything, before you can explain yourself, Bucky speaks up.

“It isn’t like that,” he says.

You look down. It’s easier than looking at a man who feels rejected, and a man who has you completely pegged.

“What?” Steve asks.

“It’s okay,” you say, in perhaps the biggest bald-faced lie you’ve ever told.

“That’s not– no,” Bucky insists and lifts your chin. His fingers are warm and gentle and linger too long.

You pull back from his touch before you can embarrass yourself further. “You guys were literally circling each other.”

“Please.” Bucky rolls his eyes. “I don’t need to keep coming back here to be near Steve. I know where he lives.”

“And I leave my window unlocked,” Steve says. He aims a cheeky grin at Bucky and adds, “Guess I should have left it open though.”

“Shut up,” Bucky tells him but looks at you and says, “Point is: we weren't using you.”

Steve blinks. “Oh– no, of course not!”

“It’s all right,” you say, trying as hard as you can to assuage their discomfort even though you can’t put much into it. Even though you did very much want this meeting to happen, somehow you don’t feel very ‘all right.’

“No,” Bucky says and takes your hand in his. The flesh hand, which he runs up to the middle of your forearm. His touch is gentle and light, even when he grips. You can break away, but you don’t– you let him pull you in, close and closer, until there’s barely any room between you.

Steve crowds from the side and puts one arm behind Bucky, and one arm behind you. “If you only think we’re here because of each other, then it’s not all right,” he says softly.

“I know it isn’t– I know you weren't ‘using’ m–” You swallow hard. “And I know it’s not–”

They both swoop in for a kiss– for a kiss with you. Somehow they avoid bumping heads and the lip-lip-lip contact is barely there, with Steve at the corner and Bucky barely catching one side of your upper lip, but they're both there for a glorious moment that leaves you stunned.

“Oh…” you say, dumbly. You try to fight it, but a smile pulls at your lips. “Oh.”

“That good already, huh?” Steve asks quietly, slowly forming a small smile of his own.

You let out a little sigh that is immediately undermined by an uncontrollable laugh that swells from a bubble of relief at the base of your throat. “Bucky’s right, you are insufferable,” you say but you reach out to sweep your fingers in a gentle touch down Steve’s cheek and under his chin.

“You get used to it,” Bucky says.

You think about that. Even with how you’ve been, entertaining these two rotating planets over the last however many weeks or months, this would be an entirely new normal.

You think you can’t wait to get used to it.

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chapter one - Rage

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pairings : reader x damiano david

story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings

warning (s) for this chapter : toxic relationship / behaviour , slight angst , NSFW , adult content , smut , rage , domestic vionlence , abuse , mentions of cheating , verbal degradation , mouth fucking , oral sex , punishment , god complex , daddy kink

"And why should I trust you again? Huh?? What have you done to earn my trust ? " Damiano shouted at his beloved girlfriend which was sitting heartbroken in a chair across him.

She had her eyes puffed red from crying and ciggarete dancing between her two fingers.

The room was filled with smoke and rage. So so so much rage . This was special kind of rage.

The kind that made Y/N 's knees week and her head dizzy , this was the special kind of rage her boyfriend held behind his flaming dark eyes , the kind of rage that could only go away after him fucking her brains out.

But she knew that they had a looong night before the fucking part.

Their relationship was special. Some people questioned it sometimes. They questioned the way they would yell and fight , throw tantrums and scenes on some public places , the way Damiano would cry himself to sleep after he kicked Y/N out of their shared appartment , the way Y/N sometimes manipulate him and guilt trip him for her own needs.

They where not near the perfect couple and they stopped hiding it after a short amount of time dating.

They where flawed and broken but desperate for each others love and care.

Everyone was concerned how much they loved and cared for each other.

Tonight was a casual Thursday night filled with yelling and throwing drama around every corner.

" Will you please stop yelling , my head is gonna explode.." Y/N finally spoke with her forehead rested in her right hand . This was just another rage awakening inside of Damiano . How dare she disrespect him and all the effort he is trying to put inside this conversation?

He furrowed his eyebrows carefully licking his lips and watching her fragile figure.

She was so petite in her champagne silk night gown. She seemed so soft and fragile . Her (hair length) (hair colour) hair was all messy and her (eye colour) orbs where hidden under thick layer of wet eyelashes.

All he wanted to do now was to kiss her. To play with her hair as he was holding her onto his bare chest. To kiss every spot on her body. To make sure she never leaves him.

He wanted to. He really did. But he was so fucking angry. He forgot why in fact. All this rage blinded him.

He was always so energetic and full of adrenaline when it came to performing and putting effort in music , all thanks to his girlfriend who drove him crazy.

"Are you forgetting why am I yelling at the first place?" He questioned as he turned down his cigarette and left it's dump in an over filled ashtray. " I swear to dear God I wanna smash your head with this ashtray now. " He admitted as his eyes wondered on that very same ashtray.

So many times before he was very close to killing her. Well , at least he told himself that.

"Then fucking do it you selfish idiot. I forgot why you where yelling cause you are not capable of doing anything other than that. "

She hissed the venom right back at him.

He let out an ' I cant believe this ' annoyed short laugh , turning his head to his left side and laughing.

" If you deserved more than to be yelled at you things would go different way mio amore. "

An poisoned arrow right through her heart. Fresh tears burned her eyes as she tried hiding them away.

But her sobs gave her away. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Damiano looked in her way. Biting his tongue. This scene was a true heartbreak.

He hated her cries and sobs. He hated her pain. He wanted to be the one to protect her and hide her from all the pain in this world. Yet again he was the only thing that caused her suffer.

Damiano was so afraid that she would betray him and his love that he found this as the only way to keep her close.

He knew all her weaknesses and soft spots. All that there was to know about Y/N he knew.

" How can this be the same man I feel in love with 2 years ago? " She said in a cracked voice filled with misery and sorrow. Each sentence she spoke was tearing his heart and soul apart.

" When did you stopped loving me you possessive asshole?!" Her voice was barely strong enough to even compare to his. " And when did you started being such a greedy bitch huh Y/N?"

Damiano was sitting laid back in his chair with crossed hands on his chest. Smirk on his face , eyes so dark you could drown in them. " Since you stopped being enough. "

'That's it' Y/N thought . ' He is either gonna strangle me right here on the spot , or make me regret my entire life. '

Damiano's face went pale. Y/N knew him better than himself. She knew that he only cared for being good enough to her. He only wanted to prove himself worthy of her.

He stood up as rage took control over his body. The veins on his neck ready to explode , gripping his godly sculpted jaw tightly , he had enough rage inside of him to demolish the entire country.

Damiano made his way towards her. She was now watching him obediently. As soon as he came close enough he fiercely and unexpectedly gripped her jaw.

She tried gasping at this sudden movement. He cupped her small face with his right veiny hand , gripping it hard enough for her to squirm under him. Y/N tried to separate his hand from her face with both of hers hands but no use.

He was towering her with half closed eyes and no emotion on his face left. " I will make you regret the day you walked in my life. " His tumb parted her lips with ease, since she was already seduced by his cold charm , then he slowly gathered some of his salvia inside of his mouth as he watched her eyes realise new pair of tears making him slightly aroused , he spat his fluid inside of her warm mouth closing them as he gripped her jaw with his nails.

" You think I stopped being enough?" He paused as he pressed his nails deeper inside of her cheeks earing a silent whimper. " Well baby you where never good enough. "

She knew he was being mean on purpose. She knew he didn't mean it. But..

Those sinister eyes gave her troubles. She was never fully capable of reading them. They where always a puzzle.

" Tho I gotta be honest darlin'.." He started unbuckling his belt with his left hand as the smile on his face grew wider. " The only thing you where always good in was taking my flesh inside those pretty slutty mouth of yours.." The sentence was finished and followed by his fingers playing with her lips.

" Are you gonna be a good slut and take me again so well baby?"

Oh gosh.. How could anyone say no to that?? To him.. And those eyes..

Y/N nodded , feeling herself drooling at the sight of bulge inside of his pants as he was palming himself glaring down on her.

Just when her hands where about to grab the waist of his pants he gripped her hair with his left hand aggressively earing an small yelp from her.

" You wont get anything from me if you don't start talking amore.. Tell me once again if I'm not good enough." A smirk appeared on Damiano's patient face.

" You are even more than good enough for me master." A sharp hair pull was followed after that. Damiano was slowly getting bigger in his pants but also was getting pissed very soon with her dumbness.

" That's not what I heard. " He was teasing. He was pulling her hair at some of his desired speed and in some of his desired directions as he sharply slapped her face twice.

" But don't worry love.. I will make you regret everything." He was so sure in his words.

And so was Y/N. She knew him and that he was more than willing to go all night on corrupting her.

" I will fuck those dirty unpolite little mouth of yours so good you will never speak properly again."

His hand that was cupping her hair pulled her down onto her knees violently after which he was allowing her to unbuckle his pants to the end.

Almost eagerly her hands flew towards him to unwrap the thing she is logging for ..

He watched her from above , with lust and domination running one of his hands tru his brown hair. Y/N gave him a soft innocent look as her hands slowly pulled his boxers down.

Her fingers brushing over his bare velvety smooth skin sending her shivers down her neck.

Y/N looked so gentle and angelic in her full submission.

Damiano carrased her hair interlocking his fingers in it. Knowing he would have to tug it harshly if she continues to be so slow with her actions.

Finally as she finished with stripping him teasingly his hard member stood straight against his lower stomach , some of precum already visible on the tip.

Y/N wrapped her fingers firmly around him just as he liked it , licking it from its bottom all the way up to his pink tip . Feeling all the veins on his length and every throb and shake her tongue caused.

She made two swirls to gather all that pearly wetness earning a low groan from her lover.

Damiano was now in blissful agony enjoying her teasing while now starting to grip her hair harder.

" If you continue with this speed I will not be in charge of your bruised throat.. I wanna abuse that hole cause it's only purpose is to be in my possession."

Dear God he was so good with his words. His italian accent only adding the flavour to his sharp sour voice .

Y/N understood his warning , after making his member wet enough she slide him into her mouth slowly , she felt his full length stretching her jaw and they both knew she always needed time for her to adjust to him.

But did he care for that actually?

Especially now when he is so mad at her?

His hand pushed her head roughly onto his throbbing cock , holding her in place as she was letting out gags being left with no oxygen in her mouth. Her eyes looked up to meet his face that had a mean smirk . Tears running down her face as she was being held in place under his dominant power.

Damiano's hand was guiding her by her hair at some certain peace. Her head was going up and down on his length , even tho his tip didn't hit back of throat again that hard.

She choked out on her spit and his precum , when he realised her mouth she gasped for air thick string of salvia connecting her plump wet lips and his covered in her droll cock.

He was chuckling again. Laughing at her dumb face.

'Oh baby.. I am just getting started with you..'

With his right thumb he caressed her flaming red cheek, his hand prints still visible from his previous slaps.

He took his member into his left hand slapping her mouth and cheeks leaving thick wet marks and leaving her gasping and blinkin in sudden movement.

" I am growing very impatient with you. "

Damiano started pushing her head now much faster onto him , not letting her adjust once again. " It's bout time I put you in your place once again. " She picked the peace a bit quicker now, bobbing her head up and down , often gagging.

Her boyfriend hissed at her speed , resting his body weight on his left palm that was pressed against the wall.

The room was filled with sloppy noises , Y/N's melodic gags , smell of raw sex and aggressive romance.

"Such a good fucking girl.." Damiano hissed through his gritted teeth now holding her head in his hands thrusting his hips violently in her mouth. He was sparkling in sweat and his mouth feel open as his eyes where closed and his eyebrows furrowed.

Y/N was leaving marks on his thighs with her nails and her salvia was dripping down her chin.

Her eyes hitting the back of her head in the same rhythm as his tip was hitting the back of her throat.

"I am close don't you fucking dare to stop."

She didn't dare not to obey . Her knees where trembling and pool of dampness was soaking her silk underwear. Tears running down her face and mixing with some slight sweat.

"Oh God.. So fucking warm and obedient.. So fucking pathetic and good.. All for me.. All for me to use and love"

His romantic way of speaking those violent words made her heart orgasm.

Damiano was throwing his head back while gripping her sculp harder going faster on her mouth as his member was pulsing and he could feel hot rush in his veins.

Y/N felt him shaking inside of her and felt him twitching not long before he released thick ropes of his hot juice inside her warm wet mouth.

Damiano was panting and breathing hard.She tried pushing herself back from him feeling like she once again was choking with no air left.

" You will stay like this until I say so. " He held her head in place. " Such a good slut. Taking me so well. I will pull out now and don't you fucking dare slip some of my cum out of those filthy mouth. "

He caressed her head , gulping his salvia loudly as his chest rose up and down.

After which he pulled his dick out of her mouth slowly watching as it was coming out all shiny from juices mixed with her spit and his cum.

It was such a lovely sight for him seeing her red face , messy hair and eyes dark from lust. She was holding his seed inside of her mouth slowly gulping every drop of it. She opened her mouth and slowly panted.

"Open your mouth wider, show me if you obeyed me."

She did as she was told and showed him how good she was for him. She loved him. She always did everything she could to satisfy him.

He smiled softly . His eyes soft again watching her with some unexplained emotion.

He kneeled down on her level , once again cupping that face he loved so much , but this time his intention was gentle and caring. He kissed her forehead before meeting her lips and softly licking it asking for forgiveness.

He parted from her tilting his head to the side. How much he adored her eyes . Not just her eyes. He adored her and everything about her.

While sharing such meaningful and special moment it didn't matter at all that they where fighting and yelling the whole day at each other. What mattered was that he was hers and she was his.

"Come here amore." He cooed , sitting down on the floor in front of her instead of kneeling , pulling her on his lap by his hands.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his torso , letting her head rest on his shoulder , head buried in his soft neck. He hugged her body tightly. Rubbing if softly , kissing her hair and nuzzling onto her.

They stayed like this on the floor in each others embrace , not speaking , just breathing , just listening to each others heartbeats.

" I am sorry. " " I am the one that should apologize. " " You know that I could never leave you.. I love you more than myself. "

" I know mio amore.. I know.. "

A/N NOTE : This is my first time writing on this platform and this kind of fiction , I rlly hope u gon like it and please leave a heart if you do ! <33 Also English is not my first language sry if there are grammar mistakes !

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