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dilfhos · 8 months

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STRAY

#!WHO : SHIGARAKI TOMURA

#!CC: puppygirl!reader, thoughts of depravity, readers kinda naive, no thots just dick, there’s no expressive consent but reader’s kinda dumb and needy, use of “doggy” and “pup”. reader does actually bark (not them arf, yips! like a husky, heady bark.) MDNI.

+bringing back this banger from my old blog. you can also read it on my ao3. im nervous lol idk how its gonna hold up 2 years later, diff audience. i can’t remember the ask specifically but it was something like Shigaraki finding a stray and he ends up using her. omg and i want to tag @bakatenshii idk if you remember my old alias but i do remembered you loved this fic!

+NETWORK(S): @angelshub @bitchcraftinc (i keep forgetting to do this mL, excuse the random @/lovelies)

“Good girl,” Shigaraki whispers and he really means it, at least for now. It makes him think having a pet like you may not be all that bad…

Shigaraki still wonders how he ever let this be, an animal-woman hybrid living in his already cramped apartment. Doesn’t know why he hadn’t bothered to kick you out either. But it could be anybody’s guess as to why you still remain.

It all started when he got into an argument with his landlord, one that required him the self control to back off and avoid killing the bastard. It was rainy but Shigaraki paid no mind to the stinging raindrops that pelted his skin and soaked his clothes. It was dark out, but not too dark as to not notice you cowering against the side of his building upon his return. Your eyes were closed as you trembled in the cold rain.

Shigaraki didn’t know why he found himself moving closer to get a better look at you but when your eyes shot open, he found himself almost curious. He’d never seen anything like you before. Especially when your ears, you very doglike ears twitched forward, erect and alert. But you didn’t seem all that afraid. You were dressed in soaked shirt that was too big for you as it sagged off your body.

He crouched down and you inched toward him reluctantly and as you moved from your previous position, his eyes sought out the tail that had been tucked in between your legs.

“Hey, there you are,” Someone cooed from behind him. Shigaraki turned to eye the man. There was nothing all that remarkable about him; he wore all black, his hood over his head save for a few dark locks that stuck to his brows. Shigaraki wasn’t the least bit intimidated. But that couldn’t be said for you as you frantically dove into his arms, letting out a frightened whimper. Your ears flattened against your head as your hands curled into Shigaraki’s coat.

He wanted to back you off and leave from the situation as it had nothing to do with him and was fixing to do so when he looked down. Your pupils were blown and eyes glossy, pleading.

He sighed before standing, pulling you up with him to stand on trembling feet.

“She yours?” Shigaraki mumbled. You moved behind him, your hands tightening on his clothes.

“Heh, yeah, ran right out through the door. Isn’t that right baby?” You growled all while cowering behind Shigaraki’s form.

“No collar,” Shigaraki noted.

“Been meaning to get her one. C’mon baby, why don’t you leave the nice man alone and come back home with me?” He cooed.

The utter confidence and trust you had in Shigaraki at this moment was appalling. He barely covered the man in terms of height and upon first glance, he looked rather average. Definitely not the type to win in a fist fight. So why were you so dependent on him to save you?

Shigaraki didn’t have time to really think too much about it because the man advanced, silver glinting under the streetlamp. You yelped and cowered back against the wall again, covering your eyes.

You heard a grunt followed by a pained cry as that then died into the sound of pelting rain. When you lowered your shaky hands, Shigaraki was standing over a pile of what looked to be ash, the knife a few feet away.

Ever since that night, he couldn’t seem to shake you.

You’re loyal and to him, it’s annoying. Showing up at his doorsteps turns into you sleeping on his ratty couch. His chasing you away turns into grumbles of tolerance. The typical sneer he wears when you come sniffing around dissolved in hidden blushes and twitched lips as your distrustful cowering eventually turn into you becoming disturbingly comfortable around him.

After another day of pressing his key into the lock does he already see you on the other side of the door, tail whipping back and forth in excitement as you await his return. Except he isn’t really in the mood. Today was particularly bad and he wanted nothing more than to possibly let off steam, maybe watch something, blow his load and sleep.

“Stupid mutt, stop doing that!” He growls when his back immediately slams against the door, eyes narrowed in the way you smile up at him.

“Welcome home sir.” You beamed.

Another thing you picked up was calling him ‘sir’. Despite the many times he tells you not to. He wasn’t your last owner, and honestly, he’d like it if you didn’t call him anything. But every one of his complaints go through one ear and out the other with you having half the intelligence of an actual dog.

He recoils when he feels your tongue graze his neck. Groans when it doesn’t just end there. You’re licking his chin, his neck, and when your tongue laps over his lips, he’s trying to buck you off. But you’re so persistent as you press further against him, your front grinding up against his groin unknowingly.

Shigaraki bites back a moan at your ignorance, his cock already hardening from your aimless shifting.

You couldn’t feel the bulge pushing against your thigh? The soft grunts he’d release when you’d lap at the rough skin of his neck? You can’t be that stupid or then maybe you are.

But would it be that bad if you are? Because then he wouldn’t feel guilty when he dreams of stuffing you full with his cock. You practically ask for it every chance you get with him. The sleeping in his bed, your excessive show of affection, the sickening devotion in your eyes.

And then, isn’t it what he deserved? He did save you that night. Do you even remember how easy it could have been for him to just walk away? To give you up to that creep? Sure it only happened a few weeks ago but he thinks of that night as if it was only the last. How when he brought you home and went to retrieve a towel to dry you up, you were on your hands and knees practically presenting yourself to him as you slumped in exhaustion. As if giving him the go ahead to do what he wanted to and by gods, it took everything with him not to.

He wasn’t a hero, not by a long shot. And maybe you didn’t have the mental capacity to accept that he was actually a villain because in your eyes, he was your savior.

But as said, today was a particularly bad day and right now he felt anything but.

So just this once he’ll give in. Whether you wanted it or not didn’t matter to him at this point, already past contemplation. After all you’re his pet now, his property and if he can’t do this then what good are you really?

You release your little whimpers and when you look up, your eyes are wide, so full of confusion when he suddenly has you on your hands and knees pressing into you from behind on the floor. Your owner wears a new look, his eyes so feral, teeth gritted. And you know that look; it was the look of your last owner among all the other men that tried to take you on the streets. Hunger. Greed. Desperation.

And you should be wary, should cower away from the carnality in his eyes because you know better than anyone that when it’s present one thing is desired. Yet, you hold your ground. You don’t struggle, in fact he could just make out the way your hips shimmy back a little bit and the whine that surfaces from your throat.

You just can’t help it, the air around you has changed. A thick cloud of hot lust is weighing down around you and so much so, you can’t help but to submit. Besides you trust him one for reasons you can’t figure out.

Shigaraki refuses to meet your eyes, instead he quickly fumbles with his belt and takes out his hard cock. A blush spreads across his face when he eyes the steady slick trailing down your thighs and upon closer inspection he can see how swollen you were and that’s what does him in.

It’s what has him surging forward, bottoming out completely inside of you. Your ears flatten against your head as you let out the neediest sounding moan, one that has a shiver licking down his spine.

“Shit. Shit,” He should feel ashamed, taking advantage of you like this. But he clings on the fact that he’s a villain, that’s his justification. A villian with his pet, that’s all this is.

It’s fueling his newfound vigor as he speeds up, the heat of your tight cunny sucking him in with every cant of his hips.

His fingers dig into the plush of your hips as his own thrust forward, his cock forcing past your tight ring of muscle. You look back again, your eyes glossy with tears, long tongue hanging out as you whine and pant. He was so thick, so heavy within your tight, hot walls. Your nails scrape helplessly against the dingy carpet as he rocks into you with so much drive.

In the midst of your panting and whining surfaces his voice, so grating and filthy as he tumbles every degrading name in the book. It should worry him and yet it has his stomach knotting up, his thighs and glutes tightening as he holds on to your hips for dear life. And in the midst of that is the loud, wet, shlicks of each sink into you.

“My needy little bitch. Taking my cock like a good doggy,” He grits, eyeing the recoil of your ass against his hips.

His hand seeks out the base of your tail as he uses it as leverage to pull you back onto his cock. And it hurts, it has the tears spilling over and yet, your cunt only tightens around him some more.

“F-Feels good sir!” You cry out at about the same time as he mumbles,

“Good doggy, such a good pup,” And at his praise, your ears bend forward, and your tail begins to switch slowly in his gasp. You feel a knot in your tummy, desperately winding down to what you’re chasing. It has you rocking back against him needy to have, so so needy. And the way your resolve has melted away, it makes all his thoughts of guilt completely vanish, leaving him with an unbearable need to fill you up.

He’s quickly pulling out and flipping you onto your back, nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he spreads you wide.

You were so wet, inhumanly so as it’s gushing down onto the carpet and the sight alone has him nearly cumming right then and there but he holds it. At least until he’s thrusting into you again, your head thrown back as you let out a broken whine. Your tits bounce with all the force he’s using as he’s putting everything into these last moments. His one track kind only focuses in the tuft of fur above your cunny, at the way your puffy lips pull part each time he's pushing forward and the slick coating his cock.

You’re yelping with each kiss he delivers to your cervix, hands desperate to hold onto to your new owner. You reach out and he grasps your wrists, using you to thrust impossibly deeper into you. Static fills his mind as his eyes roll back, his hips slamming against yours, balls smacking your ass each time.

“Fuck, fuck cumming!”

“Sir! Sir please-” You cut your own self off with a heady bark, one that startles him. It’s also what has him groaning as he twitches, his seed spilling so suddenly into you. Your pussy milks him as you gush around his dick and it has him falling over, elbows pressed into the carpet on either side of your head. Your legs wrap around his waist as your hips shimmy up against him, whining as you push past your own limits, twitching every so slightly at the overstimulation and sealing this moment of what would be the best one in your simple little head.

“Good girl,” Shigaraki whispers and he really means it, at least for now. It makes him think having a pet like you may not be all that bad.

He also thinks he should probably name you.

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fantasycorrupted-a · 1 year

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Peri remembered Hella mentioning horror movies, and even though the siren was frightened of them, she was also intrigued. Watching something like this with someone, especially Hella, just made her brave, until there was a jump scare, which had her hiding her face in those long, silky red locks of her girlfriend's. She peeked between the luscious strands at the TV screen, swallowing heavily, yipping at the smallest noise, which currently was coming from another room. Or was it in the movie? She didn't know. "Scheisse... is that...? Oh goddesses..." The girl was shaking like a leaf on a tree.

Hella wasn’t big on slashers, per se - but some horror films she did find fun. Titles like The Shining, The Exorcist, Hereditary or The Ring were among her favorites, and she had suggested she and Peri watch the latter; it had been a while since she had seen it, anyway, and it was a good taste if you were going for “testing the waters” with the genre, so to say.

Not that she wouldn’t watch slashers. But some of their fans... She had been friends with such people, and they had turned out to be a bit too weird even for her taste. Nothing against them. But that wasn’t her thing. Instead, she found herself enjoying this film, especially because of the fact that she was watching it with Peri.

“You alright? We could pick something else to see,” she said soothingly, caressing Peri’s cheek with the back of her finger. “I don’t want you to get too scared and have maras after... I mean, nightmares. They can be a pain in the back, literally, when you have to shove them off yourself,” she shook her head. “They pretend you’re a horse and go riding on your back. That’s one way you can get bad dreams...”

Who knew why she was telling her all this. But hey, it was good to know how to fight off nightmares - or at least how to recognize some of them. Right?

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hoe4hotchner · 2 years

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So I had this thought earlier and I wanted to share it with you:

Puppy!reader is totally confused by a hygienic routine in the morning and evening. Like, she grew up buck wild and cleaning was not the main priority in every situation she was in before Hotch adopted her.

So it's sometime during her first week with Spencer and Hotch, and one afternoon Hotch calls both hybrids into the bathroom and Spencer (already knowing what's gonna happen) dashes into the bathroom, ready for his bath.

Puppy on the other hand hesitates before even entering the bathroom. Hotch thinks letting her observe the routine is going to pit her mind at ease and beckons Spencer first into the already filled (to the end of his paws/beginning of his ankles) bathtub. Happily he splashes around. Puppy startes sniffling as Hotch takes the shower head to get his whole body wet. In this moment Puppy thinks Hotch is going to hurt Spencer, to whom she already feels a deep connection, and tries to make him stop, until she sees that Spencer's tail is happily wagging.

Wearily she sits much closer to her owner and watches his very move intently. When everything is done, Spencer is allowed to hop out again and he gets the zoomies. So while he is running around, Hotch tells her to get into the bathtub. And he does the same routine as with Spencer, but it much more gentle and trying to not overwhelm her with all the new sensations. In the end, Hotch has two clean puppies running wild in his apartments 😅

(Also, what abt brushing their hair and teeth? Bc I feel like Spencer doesn't like his teeth brushed while puppy is super "picky" abt getting her hair brushed)

-🐶

Puppy is standing in the frame of the door, watching as Spence has already jumped into the tub. Her ears lay flat against her head as she looks at the boys with wide and frightened eyes.

Hotch somehow manages to coax her inside, just enough to close the door so she couldn't run away and hide because eventually, she would have to get in the bath whether she liked it or not.

The tub is slowly starting to fill up with warm soapy water as Hotch rinses Spencer from the shampoo and gel he had washed him in, making sure to get all the dirt off of his skin.

She pushes her nose against Aaron's arm with a whimper and a sniffle, not really understanding what he's doing. Meanwhile, Spencer yips for her to get in as well, but she doesn't.

"Look he's happy." Hotch points out, gently giving her a hearty pat on the side in an attempt to soothe the girl. Puppy presses herself against his side, her eyes are still teary still not fully comprehending what is going on.

Hotch is quick to dry Spencer off and let him out, she's keen on leaving too, but he quickly traps her again, his body towering over her.

It takes a lot of coaxing, but eventually, he manages to lift her into the tub. But not without a struggle. He lets her get used to the temperature before lathering her in soap and cleaning her. Puppy likes how his fingers massage her scalp and the feel of the shampoo being washed out.

Once dry, Aaron lets her out of the bathroom as he searches for the combs and brushes that he uses on Spencer's mop of hair. Spencer is not particularly a fan of being brushed, but he has gotten used to it over time.

Puppy, on the other hand, has so many knots and tangles that it's a struggle to even push the brush through her locks. She's flailing around, whimpering, crying even as she tries to get away from the thing that is hurting her.

Hotch is already prepared for this, having a massive bag of treats hidden behind his back as he keeps coaxing her with them. In the end, he manages to get almost everything brushed out, hoping that the knots in her tail would be easier as the bushy length was matted to the point where he feared he would have to shave parts of it off. Spencer's was a lot easier to keep up with, the short hairs didn't even need the brush.

And before bed, Hotch is careful as he calls Puppy over to brush her teeth, but she doesn't seem to mind, she kind of likes how the bristles tickle her canines and molars, while Spencer is being absolutely awful, biting down on the brush, sometimes not even wanting to open his mouth.

After that good experience for Puppy, he gets another round of hair brushing in with her, getting everything untangled that he possibly could before he would have to resort to the clippers in the morning.

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princessbatears · 4 years

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Bitten Series #3

| #1 | #2 |

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Female Reader Summary: Frankie and his mate face his first night as a werewolf Warnings: Reader is referred to in the third person, fear, a little blood, taking care of an wound, near-injury Words: 1.4k Tags: Personal werewolf lore, were!Frankie, Frankie POV, supportive Reader, wolf brain likes cuddles and meat, it’s a weird night for Reader

A huge thank you to my ride or die beta reader, @hdlynn! ❤️

Frankie’s never hurt like this before. He doesn’t even know what hurts or why it hurts, all he knows is that he can’t see, or breathe, or feel anything else.

He thinks he might hear someone screaming. Or is it him? It’s impossible to tell.

Then, the agony stops. Not completely, but enough that he begins to come back to his senses. First, he feels his limbs jerking. His paw hits something hard, maybe the bed?

Next, he registers a high-pitched gasping sound. Something’s wrong, but he doesn’t know what or why. He picks up the scent of sweat, terror, blood.

Frankie snaps his eyes open to look for the source of the smell. In front of him is someone. He has this nagging impression he’s supposed to recognize her.

She’s making that sound. Sobbing, hands over her mouth, as she shakes on the floor nearby. Each shuddering breath puts him more on edge. What’s wrong with her?

His body had stopped moving on its own. Now he lays on his side, panting. The pain’s almost all gone, although there is some uncomfortable numbness in his legs.

She seems to register that he’s alert again. “Frankie, it’s okay,” she whispers. Her hand quickly reaches towards him.

Alarmed by the sudden movement, Frankie snaps at her. His teeth almost connect with her fingertips before she pulls away with a little yelp.

There’s something about that frightened sound that hurts him in a completely different way. He looks into her wide eyes and breathes in her scent, the one that’s under the fear-drenched sweat. It’s his mate. How hadn’t he recognized her immediately?

Whining apologetically, he scrambles towards her. She scoots back hastily, her legs and arms getting tangled together. She’s breathing unsteadily, mouth open, eyes averted.

He stops moving with a soft “Roo.” Then, he slowly rolls onto his side, belly exposed. He’s no threat.

“Frankie?” she whimpers. Tears are sliding down her cheeks again.

Nodding, he paws the air before moving fully to his back. He wishes he knew how to talk to her like she talked to him.

But the gestures put her at ease. Her heart rate and breathing slow. Gingerly, she holds her hand out to him, palm up, so he can sniff it. He does and then gives it a little lick.

His mate begins crying harder. Why is she so upset?

He worms his way closer. She doesn’t move away from him this time. He begins to kiss her hands anxiously.

“It’s okay,” she sniffles, her fingers moving to stroke his chest. It feels really, really good. “I don’t know what’s happening, but it’s going to be okay.”

When he starts to get to his feet, he feels a sharp sting in his right rear foot. He turns his body to look. A piece of ceramic mug is sticking out of it. The rest of the mug is on the carpet. It must have fallen as some point and he broke it.

She also sees the injury. “You’re hurt!” Still moving cautiously, she crawls over to his back end. “You knocked stuff over when you were seizing,” she explains. “I’ll get the glass out and clean it. Stay put.”

His mate stands. He can see her trembling, her legs unsteady. Whatever happened to him has shaken her much worse than it has him. What can he do to reassure her he’s fine?

A minute later, she returns with first aid supplies. She puts a towel underneath the foot, then holds his hock firmly in one hand. In one swift, sure moment, she pulls out the glass.

The pain almost makes him growl, but he forces it back. She’s only trying to help him.

He yips softly when the sharp-smelling liquid is poured over the cut. It makes him sneeze.

“It’ll feel better soon,” she soothes. The honey in her voice relaxes him. He curls his body closer to hers, his snout resting in her lap. Whenever her wrist moves close enough to his tongue that he can touch it, he licks it.

Before long, she’s got him fixed up. A piece of gauze is wrapped snuggly around his foot. It feels strange, he doesn’t like it.

“Don’t bother that,” she warns him seriously, like she could read his mind. He heaves a sigh, nuzzling closer to her. She strokes his head. Her body seems calmer now, which, in turn, relaxes him more.

Just when he considers napping, his stomach lets out a rumble that startles even him.

“I bet you’re hungry,” his mate says, pushing to her feet. “Ummm…” She twists her hands, her anxiety returning.

In all the commotion, he hadn’t noticed his need for food, but now that he’s aware of it, it’s all-consuming. It feels like his stomach is eating itself. He has to hunt. Now.

With the bandage on his foot, he’s able to put weight on it. In only a few strides, he’s out the bedroom door.

“Frankie, wait!” She sounds panicked.

He glances over his shoulder, but doesn’t stop. He needs food!

“You can’t go outside!” Darting past him, she plants herself between him and the front door.

His lips curl back slightly in warning, but his long, furry fingers are gentle as they reach around her for the knob. His nails click sharply against the metal.

“No, it’s not safe. I’ll feed you. We have meat. You want meat?” She presses as hard as she can against the wooden door. “I’ll get you food, but you need to stay inside. Please?”

Everything in Frankie is telling him to go out into the woods and kill a deer. There are so many, too many, really. Juicy and plump, begging to be feasted upon. Drool slips between his teeth and onto the floor.

“Beef. We’ve got a lot of beef. And chicken. How’s chicken sound? Birds?” Her voice is thick, the way she sounds when she’s trying to stay in control but is a breath away from bursting into tears.

With a shuddering exhale, he forces himself to let go of the knob. He sits on his haunches with a nod. If she’s got enough, he won’t need to hunt.

“Come with me, we’ll go raid the freezer!” She’s suddenly cheery. He likes that. She opens the door to the basement and he trots down the stairs. They’re narrow. He can feel his fur brushing against the walls.

Then, he hears a click behind him and he realizes she’s pushed in the lock button from the other side of the door before shutting it.

Quickly, he turns his head, alarmed at being locked down here.

“It’s okay,” she says again with a smile. “Let’s go get you something to eat.”

If she’s coming, it’s fine.

After flipping on the overhead lights, she walks down the stairs. The basement is cooler than the upstairs with unpainted walls and a stone floor. It hurts his injured foot a little, making him limp.

“Go lay down over there.” She points at an old rug in front of a fireplace. “I’ll bring you what we’ve got.

He does as she instructs, relaxing on the scratchy berber. She digs through the large freezer, pulling out packages of meat that they buy in bulk from a local farmer.

“I can try to thaw this a little in the microwave if you want.”

When his empty belly twists, he shakes his head hard.

His mate brings an armful. She sits by him and begins to unwrap it. It’s a feast, like she promised. Chicken, pork, beef, fish. With each new cut, he chomps away. It is tougher to do when it’s frozen, but his massive teeth can handle it. And it tastes delicious!

Before long, he’s eaten everything she brought and is full. With a satisfied grunt, he flops his head against her and licks his chops.

“Feeling better?” she asks, scratching behind his ears.

He makes a soft noise.

“Good. I love you, honey.” Her voice trembles, near tears again.

Frankie lets out another roo, wrapping his arms around her to comfort her. He tucks her again against him, wanting to sleep while he can hear her heart beat.

“We’re going to figure this out, I promise.”

He doesn’t know what she’s talking about, but the meat stupor makes it impossible to care. He drifts off, more content than he can remember being.

Thank you SO much for reading this story; I'd love to hear your thoughts! 🥰

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mandareeboo · 3 years

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I dont have anything exact for a prompt for dc superhero girls but like... any of them that you want to write abt... simply they are girlfriends ur honor <3

"So," says Babs, conversationally. "Are you a 'one and done' kinda gal, or a 'take it slow, let it go' kind?"

Karen bit her lip. Her fingers were shaking as they dug into the wood of her desk. They'd decided it was best to do this in the Gordon home, seeing how the faintest trace of what was sticking out of her arm could send their friend into serious agony. "Um. Both sound terrible. But I guess I'd rather just be done with the pain."

"Mm-hmm." The redhead adjusted her grip on the shard of kryptonite sticking out of her arm blaster. "Gonna be honest with you, Bee. This went in at an angle. It cut you going in, it's probably gonna cut you coming out. Is there anything I can get you to make this less stressing?"

"A stuffy?" she asked. "Preferably not bat-shaped. Not that bats aren't cool. But you usually stuff explosives into the bat ones."

Babs deems that fair and retrieves what Karen can only assume is the least beloved teddy bear she's ever seen. It's fur is bright brown- or it would be, without the dust. This was clearly an ancient Christmas or birthday present, tossed around but never truly used, with just enough sentimentality to avoid being thrown out or donated. Karen stuffs the teddy into the crook of her elbow and squeezes. Hard.

"Are you going to count to three?" she asked.

Babs shook her head. "You'd tense on three. Flexing the muscles is a bad idea."

"Okay. Then wh-"

She tightened her grip and yanked. Hard.

Karen let out a yip and buried her face into the bear. She didn't want to imagine the disaster it'd be if the Commissioner heard.

"I got it!" Babs exclaimed, holding the rock up into the fluorescent light. "Man, I wish I could study this stuff. But I don't want to risk Kara getting sick having it close by."

"Yeah," she answered, trying not to get sick herself over the faintest bit of blood. Karen tapped a few buttons on her panel and the limbs popped off one by one, falling to the floor with a clatter. Karen yanked up her sleeve. "Oh, that's not so bad."

Babs, wetting a cotton ball, agreed with her. "Won't even need stitches. This time I'm definitely gonna count, okay?"

"Yes, please."

It doesn't take long to do the medical end of things. It was, all things considered, a surprisingly small gash. That said, getting cut with a rock was a great way to make yourself hate antiseptic. The crisp white bandage was probably a bit too much, but Babs is thorough.

The damage to her armor, however, is pretty damning. Karen felt her stomach squirm as she opened the hull, revealing ripped circuits, damaged data boards, and a couple of melted discs. Not cheap to purchase. She was going to have to run on bubblegum and duct tape for a while. (Not that that was out of the ordinary)

"Back to the drawing board?" Babs hummed, hefting a truly breathtaking toolbox out of thin air. "I'll go to the lair tomorrow and see if I can't scavenge you a few parts from first-drafts bat weapons."

"Thank you." Karen pulled out a wrench, feeling it in her hands. Her grip wasn't too affected. Good. "Back to the drawing board."

There was a clatter on the stairwell, too fast and too heavy to be Commissioner Gordon's, and there was Diana, flinging open the door in her full Wonder Woman garb. "KAREN ARE YOU-" She caught sight of Karen and seemed to lose an entire inch as she sighed with relief. "Oh, thank Zeus."

Babs let out a shriek. "Diana, did you walk to my house dressed in full uniform? What is somebody saw?"

"I did not walk; I ran. I told the your father I was doing a 'costume play'." Diana seemed to struggle to regain her poise at the sight of the bandage on Karen's arm, jaw tightening. "I was told you jumped in front of Supergirl, little Bumblebee."

Karen let out an awkward chuckle, rubbing her arm. "I think that's a bit of a stretch. Y'see, Babs and I have been prepping ourselves for cases like these, and-"

"Cases like these?" Diana echoed. Her voice was flat. "Cases like what, exactly?"

"Kryptonite weapons!" Babs chirped, holding up the stone. She'd had the sense of mind to wipe it off, at least. "Just being near the stuff can weaken Kara. We didn't even want to consider what might happen if she got poked by it. So we've made work-arounds; thicker armor around our limbs, metal designed to avoid skin-contact with sharp objects, etc. The next step is if they find a way to make it into a ray gun or something, but that's mostly if it's somehow too quick for Kara to dodge, and, let's be real, that probably won't-"

"Barbara." The girl stopped instantly. "Leave me and Bumblebee alone for a moment, please. We need to talk."

Karen gulped.

Babs shot her an apologetic look, then gave the Amazonian some finger guns. "Righty-o, boss. I'll go make us some snacks." She paused at the door, looking over her shoulder. "Just gimme a ring when you're ready, alright?"

Diana jerked her head in a nod. She watched with frightening intensity as the knob clicked closed.

"Diana-"

She whirled around. "Why was I not made aware of this? You and Barbara have been plotting to- to collect shards in your limbs like cufflinks! And you never-"

"It's not our first choice!" Karen held up our hands. "It's not even our last choice, Diana. We're also making shields, and inhibiters. It's an extreme emergency, last resort thing. And we've not even fixed the bugs!"

"It was faulty and you did it anyway?" She shrunk down as Diana slammed her hands on the table. "You could have been seriously injured! Or worse!"

"Diana," she said, showing off the bandage. "I'm mortal, not a water balloon. Trust me, I would have never done this if I thought it would be lethal."

Diana, for her part, did look a bit chastised. Her shoulders fell. "I am... sorry, little Bumblebee. I did not mean to doubt your abilities. It's just- I was out of the loop for one mission, and I came home to find my strongest warrior hardly able to move as she told me you were taken elsewhere for serious wounds."

"Kara talked to you?"

"She tried. She was crying."

Karen winced. She knew Kara would hate this idea. That's why they'd been so quiet about it. "I'm sorry I worried you all, but I wasn't in any real danger."

"This time. What of next time?"

"Now that we know they're onto our weaknesses, there won't be a next time."

"There shouldn't have been a first time!" Diana got down on one knee to hold her arm with great respect. This was one of the few positions she was actually taller than the Amazonian, and it made Karen nervous. She knew how bad it felt to be small. She never wanted other people to feel that way. "Is it bad, αγάπη μου?"

And Karen, smart and strong and absolutely weak to puppy dog eyes, couldn't stop herself. "I was in front of her."

Diana sucked in a breath.

"When it went off. I was in front of Supergirl." Karen forced herself to go on. It felt horrible to say out loud. A betrayal. But she had already betrayed Kara, hadn't she? She needed to own up to it. Reassure them all that she deserved the little scratch on her arm. "I dodged. I dodged out of the way. How horrible is that, Diana?"

"Darling-"

"I dodged," she repeated, voice wobbly with unshed tears. "I knew it could kill her, and I dodged." Fingers dug into her skirt. Her own fingers. The cut burned. "I'm a terrible person."

Diana's fingers cupped her chin, bringing her gaze back to her. "No. Never. You are human, Karen. You were scared."

Karen wished it was that easy. But, to her, it wasn't. She wasn't enough. "Heroes are supposed to take risks."

"Heroes must be alive to take those risks." Diana's fingers tightened their grip- not enough to hurt, but holding her in place. "Please, αγάπη μου. No more secret extreme emergency, last resort things. We are warriors, not blockades to toss in front of each other."

"Promise," she said, and it was the easiest promise she ever made. "...Can we call Babs back in, now? I'm gonna need her help un-soldering some things."

Wonder Woman swooped up for a kiss. Karen was someone who got electrocuted a lot, but nothing so simple had even a bit of life compared to being held and loved by the strongest woman in Metropolis, especially when she smiled like that. "In a moment. Allow me some time with you alone. It’s selfish, but it’s... human.”

#HERE'S THE BITCH #1500 words jesus #I think I'm legally obligated to post this on fanfic/ao3 just for that alone #Ask #Question Mandar #Drabble Prompts #dapper-nahrwhale #DC Superhero Girls 2019 #Diana Prince #Karen Beecher #Barbara Gordon #I don't think this ship has a name?#I mean I think I'm the only goddamn person shipping it #Which is fair #So I will dub the #Diaren #Blood #Blood TW #But it's EXTREMELY light

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My Everything - Part Two

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

a/n: not proofread fam, I didn’t have the strength.

Masterpost

It took Harry nearly an hour to get you to calm down after you said goodbye to your grandmother at the airport. You cried the entire car ride home, and you cried for a while at home. He chalked some of it up to your hormones, but he also knew it was just hard for you to say goodbye to her.

“It really was a nice visit. I’m glad she got to stay with us.” You say to him as you lay on top of him on the sofa.

“Me too, she’s a hoot.” He rubs your back up and down. He was happy you weren’t crying anymore. “She’ll be back soon enough. She wants to go dress shoppin’ with yeh remember?”

“I know, but I don’t want her spending the money coming up for every little thing. Like if she comes up for that, she probably won’t come for the bridal shower…” You sigh.

“You both will just have to decide what’s most important.”

“I’ll definitely need her for the dress shopping. It’ll be bad enough with my mom and sisters judging every little thing I might like. Rachel’s the best at picking things out. I’d rather just go with the girls and Nannie.”

“So you should do that. Listen, this is supposed to be fun for us. Don’t worry about other people, do things the way you want to do them.”

“I suppose with Erica doing it all before me, there are things my mom can get out of her system. We’re going dress shopping with her next month. I feel like I’m about to get really busy. El said she wants her bridal party to pick out their dresses soon. And I have class…”

“Take a deep breath. You’ll get overwhelmed if you think about too much at once.”

“You’re right, sorry.”

“S’okay, I know it can be easy to get stressed out. At least we have the whole day off together today. What do you feel like doin’?”

“I’d like to have sex, but my period is really bad…”

“We could-“

“Harry, I don’t think a shower could even help right now.” You groan. “I could suck you off.”

“It’s only fun if I get to reciprocate.”

“Not true.” You scooch down his body. “Now I kinda really want it anyways.”

“Oh you do?”

“Mhm.”

You get between his legs and unzip his shorts. You kiss on his lower stomach as you palm him through his boxers. He runs a hand through your hair, as you continue. You tug everything down just enough to get his hard dick out. You spit into your right hand to stroke him for a bit, running your thumb across his tip. Harry’s breath hitches and his head rolls back. You continue to pump him while your lips wrap around his tip.

“Ugh, fuck me.” He groans, and you can’t help but smirk when you look up at him. “Wipe that look off your face, now.”

Your mouth falls open and he pushes your head down further on him. You take the hint and swirl your tongue around him. His hips thrust up and you feel him hit the back of your throat. You choke on him for a moment and you feel tears prick at your eyes. But you work through it, and swallow.

“Shit, ngh.”

You loved hearing home moan like this, it only made you want to work harder for him. You bob your head up and down, really making a mess of it. You look back up at him, trying to give him innocent eyes as you spit trailed down your chin.

“Y/N.” He breathes as he looks at you.

You pop off him just for a moment to pump him. Your other hand rests on his hip and you give it a squeeze. Your mouth goes back down on him, and you both groan.

“That’s it, baby, that’s so good, fuck.”

You cradle his balls as you suck on him, and he comes into your mouth. You continue to suck until you’ve gotten every last drop into your mouth. You sit up and wipe the corners of your mouth and tuck him back into his pants. He watches as you get up to go to the kitchen. He knew you were going to rinse your mouth out like you always did. You come back to him, and lay in your spot on top of him like you were.

“You’re so fuckin’ good at that, thank you.” He kisses your forehead and you practically purr in his arms. There was nothing like a forehead kiss.

“My pleasure, babe.”

“Wanna go out to dinner tonight? You and I haven’t been able to celebrate just the two of us yet.”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot actually. Can we get Italian?”

“We can get whatever you want, my angel.” You nuzzle further into his chest and enjoy the smell of his cologne.

After falling asleep on top of him, you wake up to the feeling of being carried to your bedroom.

“Harry?” You mumble.

“Sorry, I needed a wee, and so I thought I’d just set you down in here.”

“That’s okay.” You yawn as he puts you down on the bed. “Probably shouldn’t sleep the day away.”

He uses the toilet and comes back to sit next to you.

“But being lazy once in a while is nice, isn’t it? I feel like we had this crazy busy summer, it’s nice to just relax.”

“How do you see things at the studio now that all the kids are back in school?”

“Everyone and their brother wants a fall photoshoot. The leaves are going to peak soon, so everyone wants these like harvest style pictures. Plus, we’re already starting on holiday photos. Mariah suggested doing Santa Sessions, so we’re gonna get those booked out soon.”

“Are you going to have Santa there?”

“No, it’s more like decorations, the backdrop would look like his workshop, stuff like that. I don’t know, it’s her project.” He shrugs. “Either way, we’re stayin’ busy, and that’s the most important thing.” You nod.

“I think I’m gonna take a shower before we go out later. I need to wake up.”

“How come you’re so tired, baby?” He rubs your back.

“Think it’s just my period, makes me exhausted sometimes.”

“I’m gonna take Buster out for a walk then.”

“Alright.”

You get into the shower and stand there for a few minutes. You shave your legs and anywhere else you feel like you need to, and get out. You blow dry your hair and throw some curls in. You walk out into the living room in your towel, with your underwear on of course. Harry wasn’t back yet, and it was raining outside.

You grab your phone and call him. He doesn’t answer.

“What the…”

You race back to the bedroom and throw some sweats on. You slip on your sneakers and grab an umbrella and out the door you go. You’re not sure where to go at first, but you walk the usual route you and Harry always take Buster. It was absolutely pouring. You were starting to get nervous. You squint as you see a figure walking towards you.

“Harry!” You gasp and run down the street to cover him with the umbrella, not that it mattered now. His eyes were puffy and red and his head was hanging. “Wh…where’s Buster?”

“I don’t know.” You both turn to walk towards the parking garage. “He heard some thunder and slipped away from me. I ran after him and called for him, but…he just got away from me.”

“Oh no! Well, we have to find him!”

“I know!”

“Don’t yell at me!”

“I’m not!”

You both get into his car, and start driving around.

“Jesus, it’s gonna get dark soon. My poor baby.” You start tearing up.

“He never runs away. The one time I have a slightly loose grip on the leash-“

“You can’t blame yourself, it was an accident. We just need to find him before it gets dark. I’m going to text Niall to see if he’ll wait outside our building. Maybe he’ll come back.”

“Good idea.”

“Harry, drive towards the park near the studio, it’s not that far from here and he’s used to going there.”

“Okay.”

Your entire body was shaking. You didn’t know what you would do if your little boy was lost forever.

“Y/N! There by that tree! Think that’s him?!”

“It could be! Let me get out.”

You basically jump out of the moving car and run towards the large tree in the park.

“Buster!”

He looks up at you, but doesn’t come towards you. He’s whimpering where he sits, frightened by the cold and the thunder.

“Baby, it’s me! It’s mumma! Don’t be scared.” You slowly approach him and stick your hand out. Harry runs toward you both after parking the car. “See, it’s daddy too! Nothing to be scared of.”

“I think his leg is hurt…”

“Oh my god, I think you’re right!”

Harry approaches him and picks him. He’s soaked, but right now it didn’t matter.

“Babe, sit in the back with him, I have a blanket in the trunk we can wrap around him.”

“Okay.”

Harry gets him in the car while you grab the blanket. You wrap it around him and try to comfort him.

“I’m gonna drive to the vet.” You hum your response as you continue to try to calm Buster down.

“Do you think a car hit him?”

“I have no idea…maybe he slipped? Can a dog roll its ankle?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

Harry gets you all to the vet, and carries Buster inside. You check him in and they’re able to take him right away due to the emergency. You’re told to wait in the waiting room. Harry keeps pacing back and forth, his nerves were shot.

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles?” A nurse comes out. You think to correct her, but now isn’t the time.

“Yes?” You say standing up. Harry also notices you don’t correct her, and for a second he feels a little better.

“Come on back with me.” She smiles.

You take Harry’s hand and follow her to where Buster was. You hear him yip, it was like he was good as new.

“We had to put a brace on his back left leg. He has a slight sprain. We’re not entirely sure how. It didn’t look like he was hit by anything, he could have slipped and fell the wrong way. We gave him a shot to numb the pain as well.”

“Oh, thank you.” You throw your arms around him and he licks your cheek. “Mumma was so scared.” You kiss him a ton. Harry pats his back and gives him kisses too. “Don’t you ever run away from your daddy again, do you under stand me?”

“Miss…he’s a dog…not a small child.” She says with a blank expression. You turn to look at her slowly. Before you can say anything, Harry does.

“Listen, I’m sure you have to deal with stupid people all day, but this dog is our child at the moment, so if my fiancé wants to give him a stern talkin’ to for running away from me, then she will, and you can just keep your mouth shut, yeah?”

“Right.” She coughs nervously. “So, here’s his prescription, and some details on how to help his leg. You can check out up front, we’ll want to see him for a follow up.”

Harry takes the papers from her, and sets him down on the floor. He has a slight limp, but he’s able to walk. You practically white knuckle his leash as you lead him back to the lobby. They give you the medicine Buster will need, and out the door you go. You sit in the back with him again.

“Thanks for the backup in there.”

“Don’t mention it, I wouldn’t let some stranger disrespect you like that. I don’t care how silly she thought it was. He was bad runnin’ from me, even if he was scared, and he should know it.”

“We should stay in with him tonight, we have plenty of leftovers we can have for dinner.”

“I was thinkin’ the same thing. We need to get his leg on a pillow.”

You had texted Niall earlier to let him know Buster was found and safe. Harry gets Buster up to the apartment. You drag his dog bed over near the sofa and put some extra pillows in there.

“I need to go change, my clothes are still soaked.”

You nod at him as he walks down the hall. If the situation wasn’t so serious you might have joked about how sexy he looked, but maybe you were save that for some pillow talk later. He comes back out a few minutes later and looks at you.

“Do you even feel like eating?” He asks.

“No, I’m sick to my stomach.”

“Me too.”

You both sit on the sofa and sigh.

“I’m very upset with him.” You say. “But I’m glad we found him before it got dark out.”

“I just feel so stupid for letiin’ him get away in the first place.”

“Harry, it’s not your fault. Accidents happen. He knows not to run away, we trained him right.”

“It was like everything happened in slow motion too. As soon as I heard the thunder we looked at each other and I knew he was gonna do somethin’.” Buster looks up at Harry. “Yeah, I’m talkin’ about you, bub.” Harry leans down and pats his head.

“I’m gonna go make us a little food.”

“Thought you were sick to your stomach.” He smirks.

“I’ve calmed down a bit. He’s here with us now, that’s all that matters.”

“Alright, well in that case, I’d love some kugel please.”

“You got it.” You stand up and kiss his forehead.

You go into the kitchen and make up a couple of plates. Harry thanks you when you come back out.

“Do you feel like watching a movie?” You ask him.

“Sure! What did you have in mind?”

“You should pick, we always watch what I wanna watch.”

Harry smiles and flips through the different options of movies on the various platforms you both paid for.

“Oh! How about When Harry Met Sally?”

“Yeah! You know I’ve never seen it, but I’ve always wanted to.” Harry’s jaw drops. “What?”

“The Film Studies minor slash Film Club president has never seen When Harry Met Sally?”

“Romantic Comedies isn’t exactly a genre you study extensively, although, I know this film set a precedent.”

“I wish more were like it, to be honest. So do you feel like watchin’ it?”

“Definitely, now’s a good a time as any.”

“This is one of my all-time favorites, Y/N, I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will. I love Billy Crystal.”

He starts the movie as you both continue to eat. When you’re both done he sets the plates on the side table, and puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close to him. Both of you put your feet up on the ottoman.

“It’s like we’re on a little date, isn’t it?” He asks you.

“Mhm.” You smile and snuggle in closer.

“Now that my weekends are freeing up, I wanna make more time for dates. I wanna take you to the movies, and go out for drinks.”

“So you essentially want to establish a date night?”

“That sounds so…boring when you say it like that, but yeah. We both always have so much going on, I just want to make sure we make time for this.”

“Me too, Harry. We can definitely have a date night.” You squint at the TV. “Wait, so what’s happening, why are they driving together?”

“So, they both just graduated from college, and he’s dating Sally’s friend. They both needed to go to New York, so she told Harry to drive with Sally.”

“Ah, okay. And that’s how they met.”

“They meet multiple times, they keep findin’ each other over the years.”

“Aww, that’s so cute!”

You both enjoy the rest of the movie. You tear up a bit when they fight and then hug it out. You can’t help but laugh a little towards the end when Sally tells Harry how much she hates him, and then they kiss. It reminded you a little of 10 Things I Hate About You.

“What did you think?” Harry asks yawning as the credits roll.

“I really liked it! I can see where a lot of other films took things from. It had a really good pace too, like I never felt bored.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that.” He says with relief. “I feel like I kept watchin’ you to see your reactions.”

“I know you were.” You both laugh. “Do you think we should let him sleep with us tonight? If he whines in the middle of the night for his medicine I wanna be able to hear him.”

“Good idea, yeah, he can come in with us.”

Harry picks Buster up and carried him to your room. You do your nightly routine and get into bed. Buster lays at the both of your feet and falls asleep quickly. He must be exhausted from the entire ordeal. You knew you and Harry both were.

“Who’s he goin’ to work with tomorrow?” He asks he climbs into bed with you. “I’d take him, but somethin’ tells me he’s gonna want his mum.”

“I was thinking the same thing. I don’t have many meetings, so he’ll be fine with me.”

You both kiss goodnight, and snuggle up to fall asleep.

Buster was able to walk, but not for long period of time, so Harry makes sure to help get him into your car. You didn’t carpool on Tuesdays because you saw Dr. Mara right after work. Once you get Buster up to your office, you give him some medicine.

“Mornin’, here’s your…aww poor thing, look at him.” He hands you your coffee.

“I know, he scared us so bad. I’m just glad we found him and he’s safe. It’s only a sprain, so if we do everything right he should be back to normal in a few weeks.”

“Well that’s good at least. Why’d he run from Harry again?”

“The thunder from the storm yesterday scared him. I think it was too loud for him.” Niall nods.

“So, I’ve just been told we have a meeting this morning, like now, in the conference room.”

“Are you serious?” You groan. “I haven’t even gotten settled.”

“I think it’s quick, Sharon said we don’t even need our laptops.”

“Okay.” You sigh. “C’mon, Buster.”

He gets up slowly and follows you and Niall down to the conference room.

“Congratulations!”

“Oh my gosh!”

Everyone from your division was there smiling at you, and there were bagels and doughnuts out on the table.

“What is all this?”

“Niall told us all yesterday that you got engaged so we wanted to celebrate with you!” Trish says.

“This is so sweet! Thank you all so much.” You look at Niall. “You’re too good to me, thank you.” You both hug.

“And I got that lox you like too.” He points to it.

“What a treat! I’m glad I had a really light breakfast this morning.”

Niall splits a bagel with you, and put some lox and cream cheese on it. You show everyone your ring, tell them how Harry proposed and showed off a few pictures. They each give Buster a little loving as well, and he soaked it up.

Eventually you go to your office, after thanking everyone for the millionth time, and get some work done. You had a ton of emails to catch up on, and a couple of projects that needed to get started. You weren’t even hungry when lunch rolled around, so you just hung out with Buster in Niall’s office.

“Our new intern starts tomorrow.” He tells you.

“Oh? And what’s their specialty?”

“Once again, we have a social media/video editor. His name is Zach, and he’s a senior. He actually goes to where you went.”

“Oh, really? Well that’ll be fun. Maybe I could be like a mentor or something.” You shrug.

“We having a meeting with him tomorrow morning. I guess we have him all day on Mondays and Wednesdays.”

“Didn’t the school year already start? Why is he just coming to us now?”

“That was on our end, HR took forever to get everything processed.”

“Awesome.” You scoff. “Well, at least he’ll actually be able to get work done being here for full days.”

“Yeah, definitely. Hopefully this one won’t have a crush on you.” He laughs.

“Stop it.” You groan. “I never want to think about Matt ever again. You know I ran into him months ago at the bar? It was when we went out for Sarah’s birthday.”

“Oh you mean the night none of you wore bras and you got that bartender’s number?”

“Yup.” You sigh. “And it wasn’t like I asked for the guy’s number.”

“I know, I’m just givin’ yeh a tough time.” He chuckles.

You period ended Wednesday morning, which meant you could finally surprise Harry with something he had wanted for a long time, but you had to wait the entire work day to give it to him. Around 9AM you had your meeting with Niall and Zach. Buster was being very needy with you, and at on the floor between your legs with his head in your lap.

“He really is just like his father, huh?”

“Niall!” You burst out laughing and nudge his arm. “You can’t say stuff like that. What if the intern was here?”

“He’s not here yet.” He laughs.

“Buster’s just not liking the medicine he has to take. I feel so bad, he only wants me. I think Harry feels like a bad father.”

“Don’t all kids want their mum when they don’t feel well?”

“Hi, I’m so sorry I’m late, it took me forever to find parking, and then I had to get all the way up here.”

A young man with short black hair and blue eyes walks in. He looked to be just under six feet. He was wearing a blue button up tucked into some khakis. He looked nice enough. Niall stands up to shake his hand, you do the same. He’s startled when he hears Buster yip.

“S’no problem, Zach. Please have a seat.” Niall says to him.

“Is there a dog in here?” He sits down adjacent to you.

“Yeah, sorry, this is Buster. I bring him to work with me most days, I hope that’s alright.”

“Oh, sure! I love dogs, just didn’t see him.”

“Well, I’m Niall and this is Y/N. We’ll be supervising you this semester. This is basically an intake meeting. We wanna make sure we’re putting you on projects that make sense, and all that.”

“You also go to my alma mater.” You smile.

“Seriously? That’s great! And yeah, I brought my laptop with me, I thought I could show you some of the things I’ve done, if that’s cool.”

“That would be great!” Niall says.

After an hour with Zach, you and Niall show him where he’ll be working, and Niall gets him started on a few things. You liked him so far. He seemed smart and down to business, which is exactly what you were hoping for. Towards the end of the day he knocks on the outside of your door.

“Come on in, Zach.” You smile and he walks in. “Have a seat.” He does so and smiles at you.

“Um, so, I just wanted to say your name sounded a little familiar, and I realized that you founded the very film club that I’m in.”

“Oh my goodness, really?! I’m so happy to hear it still has members.”

“Tons! I also work in our alumni office on campus, and I think it would be really cool if you came to campus and spoke with the current members. Sort of show them that being in a fun club can also help lead to bigger opportunities. We could do an alumni spotlight on you for the magazine.”

“Do you really think that I’m worthy of the alumni magazine?” You scoff. “I get sent that thing in the mail all the time, and it’s always these stories about old people.

“Or random dudes. I think they should feature more women. The director of alumni relations would love this, I think. He’s really nice. Could I at least give him your email?”

“Sure.” You smile. “At any rate, I’d love to come to a film club meeting some time. I could show you all the projects we used to make together.”

“That would be amazing!” He beams. “I can’t wait to tell them. We meet on Thursday nights. This week would be too soon, I assume, but maybe next week you could come?”

“I’d love to.”

He gets up and thanks you for your time before leaving. He was a sweet boy.

You got home before Harry on Wednesdays, which was perfect for what you wanted to put together for him. You get Buster fed and settled before heading into your bedroom. You put on some black lace lingerie and then grab your navy pencil skirt to put on over it. After that you put on the blazer that goes with it, and button it up. You slide your feet into your nude pumps. You go into the bathroom and pin your hair up into a more formal bun. All you’d have to do is take one pin out and it would fall into your waves. You touch up your makeup, and make your way up to the loft.

Harry gets home and kicks his shoes off. Buster carefully trots over to him and Harry lets him lick his hand.

“Hey buddy, where’s mumma?”

“Harry, is that you?”

He looks up towards the loft.

“Yeah!”

“Could come here for a minute please?”

“Sure thing, one second!” He uses the bathroom quick and then heads up to the loft. His eyes grow wide when he sees you. “Did you have, like, an important meeting today or somethin’?”

“I always do.”

“Wait, you weren’t wearin’ that before you left this mornin’…”

“I always dress like this, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” You wink at him and his eyebrows raise. His lips curl into a grin.

“Is…are we doin’ this?” You nod yes. “Okay, okay.” He takes a deep breath. “Go on.”

“So, um, right, we need to work late tonight…got a big presentation tomorrow.” You try to look as serious as possible.

Harry circles around you and stands right behind you. He dips his head down so his lips are at your ear.

“And what can I do to assist you?” You turn around to face him.

“You know, standing so close to me like that isn’t exactly professional.” You smirk. “I’m your boss after all.”

“Right.” He leans against his desk. “Wouldn’t want anyone to think you play favorites with or anything.” He smirks. “Although, they already think that since I’m the only one you’re nice to.”

“That’s because you’re the only competent person here.”

“You know what I think the real problem is?”

“What’s that?”

“You can come off as uptight.”

“Well…I’m just always stressed.” You shrug. “It’s not easy being the CEO of a large company, you know?”

“I do know. That’s why you hired me, remember? To help make you less stressed, but in all honesty…I don’t think you’re using me to my fullest potential.” He grins.

Harry was amazing you. He had clearly wanted to do this for a while, and you were happy to finally be doing this for him.

“You think so, huh?” You cross your arms. “Enlighten me then, how could I be using you?”

He takes a step forward and uncrosses your arms. He takes one of the buttons on your blazer and twists it between his thumb and index finger.

“You walk around with so much tension in your shoulders. I could rub them for you, but you’d have to take this off…”

“I suppose that would be alright, but I’ll warn you, I don’t have much on underneath.”

“Doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.”

You nod and unbutton the blazer. Harry pushes it off your shoulders, and he gasps when he sees the black strappy bra that you’re wearing. You fold the blazer and lay it on your desk chair.

“This alright?” You smile.

“When did you get this, it’s really pretty.” You suck your teeth and look at him. “Shit, sorry.” You clears his throat. “Yeah, perfectly fine.”

You turn around and he starts to rub your shoulders. His thumbs knead into the back of your neck and you let out a soft moan.

“Good thing everyone else is gone for the day, or else they might get the wrong idea with noises you’re makin’.”

“Can’t help it, your hands just feel too good. Who knew you had such a gentle touch?”

One of Harry’s hands slides around to the front of your throat.

“And what if I wasn’t so gentle?” Your eyes grow wide, not that he can see. An ache starts to grow between your legs. “Got an answer for me, boss?”

You weren’t sure how to respond. You wanted him to really grip you, make it so you almost couldn’t breathe, but you were slightly scared that if you both got too caught up, you could have a flash. Although, you were almost positive Harry wouldn’t let that happen, so you decide to roll with it.

“I think…I could use a different way to de-stress.” You turn to face him. You put a hand over his and slide it down to the top of one of your breasts.

“I could get fired if HR finds out.”

“Who do you think signs their checks? I decide who gets fired around here, and it certainly isn’t going to be you.”

“Then I’d be happy to give you what you need.”

“And what exactly is that?”

That shit eating grin of his forms, the one where you can really see his dimples. His other arm snakes around your waist and pulls you close to him, so your hips are touching him. He removes his hand that’s on top of your breast to the back of your neck and pulls you to kiss him. You moan as his tongue enters your mouth. He was getting a pretty good taste of you. He lets go of you, and waits for your response.

“Ah.”

“Need a little more?”

“A lot more.”

You reach for the pin that’s holding your bun together and take it out. Your hair falls and you shake it out. Harry grabs you by your hips, and bends you over his desk. He hikes your skirt up and he groans when he sees the thong you’re wearing.

“You know, I think it’s a little…naughty of you to have been wearing this underneath your clothes.” You look at him over your shoulder. You give him a look that says, not too hard, and he nods in understanding.

You feel a smack, not necessarily on your ass, but more so right near your center. You mouth oh my god to yourself. You had zero idea he really wanted to do things like this with you. But then again, you weren’t really you and he wasn’t really him. Harry grabs your hips and places a hand on one of your cheeks so he can see his target better. You feel another smack and you gasp. He leans down so he can speak into your ear.

“See, you’re this really strong woman, and I think that’s great. But I think it’s time you’ve been taken down a notch, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

You hear him undo his pants, and then you feel him move your thong to the side. He grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you up. He taps your bottom lip with his index and middle fingers. You take the hint and open up for him, sucking them into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around them and really make a show of it for him. He tracts them and the next thing you know he’s knuckle deep inside you. You loved it when he’d finger you from behind. There was something about the angle he was getting that always felt so good.

“You like that, boss?”

“Yes, please keep doing it.” You groan.

He pumps in and out of you, and you cry out when you feel him under you, lips wrapped around your clit. You claw at his desk as your legs start to shake. All of a sudden he stops and you look at him.

“Didn’t think I was gonna let you come so easily did you?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “You’re always so in control, but not tonight.”

He pushes you back down against the desk so your chest was flush with it. He removes your thong all the way and leaves it around your ankles. He bunches your skirt up around your hips and spreads you apart with his thumbs. He slowly inserts himself into you. As much as he just wanted to be careless and rough, he didn’t want to send you into a frenzy.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans once he’s full inside. “So wet for me.” He pulls out and then slams all the way back in.

“Do that again.”

Harry happily obliges and fucks you like that for a few minutes. It was how you had wanted him to fuck you for a long time, and you were happy to be in a place where he could. He was starting to hit you g-spot and it was overwhelming.

“Shit, right there, that’s it!”

He could tell you were close, but he didn’t want you to think you could come yet. He grips the back of your neck with one hand, and squeezes your hip with the other.

“Are you close?”

“Yes!”

“You have to ask me if you can come.” He slows down his pace and rocks in and out of you.

“What?!”

“Ask me if you can come.”

“Can I come?!”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please!”

Harry grins and picks up the pace again. Your moans and groans mixed with the sound of his skin slapping against yours. You come hard around him. He pulls out and comes on your ass. You groan when you feel the heat from it. You hear him zip his pants back up so you stand up and turn to face him. You weren’t sure if the role play was over or not. When you see his features soften and his reassuring smile form on his lips, you know it is.

“C’mere.” He holds his arms out for you, and you nearly trip into him since your panties were still around your ankles. “Whoops, sorry ‘bout that, baby.”

“S’okay.” You giggle as he kisses the top of your head.

“Let’s get you downstairs.” He picks you up bridal styles and carefully brings you down the spiral staircase. “So, to what do I owe this amazing surprise?” He carries you down to the bathroom and sets you down on your feet. He runs a rag under some warm water to clean up where he came on you.

“I just wanted to do something special for you since you proposed, but I couldn’t exactly do this for you while I was on my period…” You wince slightly when he cleans up near your center.

“Sorry…did I slap you too hard?”

“It didn’t feel like it while you were doing it.” You get out of your pencil skirt and Harry helps you get out of your strappy bra. You throw on some of his sweats and go into the kitchen with him. “We should probably take Buster out soon…”

“We can start cookin’ and then take him out. Right buddy?” He yips at Harry and he chuckles. “So…it was okay, all of it?”

“For doing in a role play, yes.” You rub the back of your neck. “But that’s the only scenario I want you talking to me like that, okay?”

“Fair enough.” He shrugs and wraps his arms around you. “Thank you.”

“Did it live up to the fantasy?”

“God, yes. Even more so. That was really cool of you, Y/N.” He kisses you quick. “So, what do you want for dinner? I’ll make whatever you want.”

“I think we have stuff for tacos, I picked up those meatless meat crumbles…”

“Tacos it is then.” He smiles.

“Come on Buster, mummy take you out quick while daddy cooks.” He tries to hide his smirk. “You wanted me to call you that earlier, didn’t you?” You say, crossing your arms.

“What would make you think that?” He asks facetiously and you roll your eyes. “All part of the fantasy, love.”

“What is it with guys and wanting to be called daddy, I really don’t get it. Why would you want me to fuck my father? Or have me picture my father?” You laugh.

“S’not what it’s about…it’s more of just like…a dominance thing. Like I said, it’s just part of the fantasy, I don’t actually want you callin’ me that unless it’s in reference to Buster.”

“Good, because that’s the only way I’m calling you that.” You smirk, and put Buster’s leash on. Harry gets to work on the tacos.

“Wow, Harry! This looks great!”

He had set everything up on the island like a little buffet so you could add all the fixings you wanted. You each eat three soft shell tacos and clean up when you’re done. You were stuffed. You both flop onto the sofa and relax.

“So…Glee?” He says to you.

“You read my mind.”

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qtheronie · 4 years

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Kasen Kanesada ✰ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

Smut this contains: handjobs, blowjobs, masterbaiting, pegging, sub Kasen, and over simulation

The sound of thunder rippled through the sky as rain started to pour, making the man under the roof outside look down at the sleeping lady in his lap. He softly smiled at her as he tucked a strand of hair behind her red ears.

The man looked back up and at the already darken sky and watched the rain platter down. A gush of cold wind bit at them, sending bumps down their arms. He feels the lady stir in his arms, and his face forms a small smile. This woman was everything he had ever wanted and more; he desired for this moment to last forever, but alas, dreams like that do not come true.

More thunder rumbled, making him snap out of thoughts. He shivered as another gust of wind blew by and (Name) shake beneath him. Kasen sighed and wrapped his arm beneath her legs, doing the same with her shoulder. He carefully stood up and kept an eye on her sleeping figure as he carried her back to her room.

The halls were empty and silent as he walked. Part of him wished that her room was a longer walk so that he’d get more time with the woman, but he was also glad it was a shorter walk so she could be warm and comfortable.

A familiar door soon showed up, making Kasen frown. He pushed the door open with his foot and walked over to her bed. Managing to push off the covers, he set her onto gently before pulling them back up onto her.

His eyes fall onto her soft pink lips as he leaned in to press his lips against her cheeks but instead kissing those soft pink lips as she turned her head. Kasen's eyes widen as he pulled back with a blush.

“Well, that’s a peaceful way to wake up sleeping beauty” (name) said while fluttering her eyes open, then covering her mouth with a hand as she yawned.

“(Name). I...I tried kissing your cheek. But you moved your head..so I accidentally kissed your lips instead of your..your cheek.” He stuttered out, still stunned at what previously just happened.

“Kasen-“

“I’m sorry!” He yipped out, cutting her off.

The woman rolled her eyes and sat up, reaching over to Kasen's wrist and yanked him over to her. She leaned into his ear and whispered, “Did you enjoy it?”

If the blush on Kasen's face couldn’t get any redder, it just did. The boy stayed quiet and had his eyes locked onto the floor. His silence made wonder if he didn’t, so she faced him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Can we do it again?”

This time Kasen nodded, making (name) immediately lock her lips onto his. She fell back onto the bed, her hands in his hair while his hands were on her hips. She tilted her chin up, deepening the kiss, and immediately opening her mouth as she felt Kasen's tongue swipe against her lips. They both had fought for dominance, but she had let him won. (Name) felt Kasen's tongue tangle across hers as she pulled off the ribbon keeping his bangs up.

They both pulled back, string saliva connecting to them. The man's eyes focused on the women beneath him, watching her catch her breath. He placed his hand on her cheek, gently stroking it. As he was going to lean down again, the loud sound of thunder made him jump and lose what he was doing.

“Who knew that an all mighty sword hero could be frightened by some thunder” she teased lightly, giggling.

“I’m not scared,” Kasen huffed, “it just caught me off guard!”

“Right,” she teased again, “do I need to comfort you and make sure you’re okay?” (Name) snickered as she bopped his nose.

Kasen was quick to grab onto her thighs and push her further onto the bed. He crawled in between her legs and held her wrist above her head. “I’ll show you who’s scared of thunder.”

“Wait, Kasen-“ but she was cut off as Kasen kissed her neck. He was quick to find the one spot on her neck and made her squirm.

Kasen dragged his hands down from her arms to the curves of her body, feeling every inch of her. The man groaned as he felt his cock twitch. He pulled off her Kimmo, watching the newly fresh skin become exposed. He bit his lip as he stared at her almost nude body. It was everything he had imagined. Her bosom had an excellent round shape, and her stomach, her curves, her thighs, even her hips were beautiful.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he brought his hands up to her breast and let his thumb run over the perky buds.

“*ngh* it’s not fair.” She tugged at his dress shirt, “I want to see you too!”

Kasen nodded and slowly untied the ribbon keeping up his skirt and let it fall. “Why won’t you help me with my shirt?” He coos, but he didn’t need to tell the girl twice as she reached for the bottom of his shirt and yanked it off of him.

Her eyes fall to his bulge, biting her lip, she reached for his cock. (Name) pressed two fingers against his and blushed as she felt the warm breath of Kasen by her neck. He let out a small whimper as (name) pressed her thumb into the tip if his clothed cock.

“(Name)..please touch me more.” He begged

The girl smirked and slipped her hands inside of trousers, “I thought someone was supposed to show me who was scared of thunder.”

“I am.”

“Really?” (Name) cooed

“Y- Yes!” Kasen's voiced hitched as he felt the girl wrap her hand around his stiff cock. She swiped her thumb over his tip, collecting his pre-cum while keeping her eyes set onto Kasen's face.

She pulled her hand out of his trousers and brought her thumb up to her lips. Licking away his semen. Kasens face lit up as he buried his face in her neck. “Doesn’t that taste bad?” He mumbled

“Well, if it comes from you, it’s bound to taste good. But I think I want more.”

Before Kasen could protest, (name) flipped him over and yanked off his trousers, “in fact, I want all of it.”

She brought her hand back down to his cock and wrapped her slender fingers along his warm form. The man lifted his hips, trying to get her to go lower, but her hand stayed where it was. “Please go lower!” The man begged, so she did. Her hand pumped his entire shaft as she listens to his moans.

“I-I'm going to c-come!” So (name) picked up her pace, making Kasen throw his head back as he spilled in her hands. The girl swiped her finger in his release and brought it to her mouth.

Kasen stared at her with flustered eyes and brightened cheeks. His cock still hard and leaking with pre-come. (Name) looked at his standing cock and furrow her brows, “why are you still hard?”

The man looked away with a flustered face, “you don’t have to say it that way..” he mumbled.

(Name) giggled and placed her hand on his cheek, pushing his head towards hers. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. I’ll just give you something better” So she crawled down to his hip, her head facing his aching cock.

“(N-name) you don’t have to, it’ll taste bad.”

“As I said, if it’s from you, then it’s bound to taste good.” The girl grabbed his cock roughly and put it in her mouth. Kasen moaned a bit, but he kept still. (Name) made circular motions with her tongue on the tip. Kasen’s back began to arch, which only ended up getting the cock deeper in the girl’s mouth. The purple-haired male felt a similar feeling tighten in his gut. He released another breathy moan and thrust his hips up, small beads of sweat formed on his body as he closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath.

“I’m co-coming!” He mewled, he grabbed onto the bedsheets and closed his eyes as he felt himself release into her mouth.

She pulled away and swallowed the best that she could, as a result having some semen dribble down her chin. Kasen could care less, sat up, and pulled the girl into his lap, kissing her salty lips.

(Name) pulled away and moved off the bed. Kasen furrowed his brows as he watched her walk to her drawer and pull something out before he widens his eyes recognized the thing she is holding.

“W-where did you get that?” He whispered, face flushed red as eyes widened.

“Doesn’t matter, tell me how to use it and what it is.”

Kasen bit his lip and clenched his fists, “It’s..it’s a dildo, and it’s used to..put it in my ass..” he mumbled ours softly.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you,” she teased.

“I said it’s to shove in my ass!”

(Name) smirked and tossed it to him, “show me.”

Kasen blinked slowly as a blush formed onto his face, “W-what?”

“Show me.”

Kasen coughed and picked up the rubber cock, “I need oil to help put it in.”

“I didn’t grab that. You’ll just need your use your mouth and get it wet.”

Kasen's eyes looked at her. He was going to open his mouth to protest but immediately shut it. He sighed and stuck two fingers in his mouth, coating them in a layer of salvia before spreading his legs open it insert two fingers in himself.

He softly moaned as he started to pump in and out of himself. A few seconds later, he pulled out and grabbed onto the fake cock and looked at (name) with lust. He bit his lip and slowly put the cock in inch by inch. He closed his eyes due to the burning pain of getting stretch out. Kasen let out a satisfied moan once the fake cock was entirely in.

“Ah~ (N-name),” he moaned out as he started to move the cock back and forth. He picked up the paste of his thrusting, already feeling his release form. His cock twitched as he began to whimper. Kasen threw his head back and moaned. “(N-name). I’m coming!” After a few more thrusts, he spilled out. He took his hand off the dildo to wiped the semen off of his chest.

Kasen shivered when he felt (name) pull the dildo out. She placed it on the bed before pulling out a harness. “You have such dirty things in your room, Kasen.” He widened his eyes and lifted his head to look at her.

“W-what are you going to do with that?” He stuttered

“Well, I figured that this would’ve gone with your fake cock well” She picks up the dildo and put it through the hole in the harness. “And it does!”

(Name) placed her hands on the back of his knees and pushed his legs up, making his knees have close contact with his chest. “Are you stretched out enough?” She asked.

“I should be..”

The girl lined up the dildo to Kasen's hole, pressing the tip ever so slightly in it. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” the man nodded and closed his eyes as he felt her push the cock further in. He placed his hand onto her thigh and squeezed it before wincing slightly, causing (name) to stop moving. “Kasen-“

“No!” He cut her off, “keep going!”

“Are you sure?”

Kasen groaned and grabbed onto her hips, pulling her to him, making the cock enter him all the way. He threw his head back and cried out. “M-move already!” (Name) sighed and thrust into him. She enjoyed the noises he was making for her for every time she moved into him. She pressed his knees deeper onto his chest and kissed his thigh as she started thrusting into him faster. Kasen whipped his head to the side and dug his nails into her hips.

“Mmm, you’re so lucky that it’s still raining heavily. Otherwise, people would know what that noises that pretty little mouth can make.” She growled, “Do you think you can still scare me?”

Kasen clenched his eyes shut as he started to breathe heavily, “n-no,” he murmured out.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“I said, no!”

“There we go,” she teased. She watched as Kasen threw his hands up to his face murmuring that that was coming. So she drifted her eyes down to his redden cock and wrapped her hand around it, jerking him off. He threw his head back and cried out as he came over his chest and her hand.

Oh, but she wasn’t quite done with him yet.

She pulled out of him and flipped him onto his stomach then pulled up his hips so that he was in the air. “(Name) what are you do-ING?” He moaned out as she slammed back into him.

She smirked and gripped onto his hips, bringing his ass back on her. “Doing you as you did to me.”

Kasen gripped onto the bedsheets and moaned, “Y-your still stuck up on that? *sigh* and I didn’t do it in your ass!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t see your vagina anywhere, I just see a cock and asshole.”

Kasen groaned and felt his release form again, “I-It hurts, I can’t do it anymore.”

The girl continued ramming him as she reached down to grab onto his cock again, “it’s okay, baby, just one more time, okay.”

Kasen nodded and cried out again “(name)!”

She started thrusting into him with as much force as she could and jacked him off as fast as she could. (Name) could feel his thighs trembling as she continued to abuse him. She slightly laughed at how weak she could make him. “Your thighs are trembling, dear.”

“S-shut up!”

(Name) laughed before pulling out, then slamming back in, making Kasen scream out of pleasure.

“I’m coming. I’m coming (name)”

Her paste never slowed down as she leaned in, whispering into his ear to come. And he did. He spilled all over her bedsheets as she slowed down her paste, soon pulling out of him. Kasen flipped over panting, making (name) to gaze at his naked, sweaty body.

“You look hot. You should let me do this often,” she snickered while taking off the harness and throwing it somewhere in the room.

Kasen shook his head, “No,” he panted, “every time you take the lead, you always drain me out.”

The girl shrugged her shoulders. She walked over to her drawer and slipped on a nightgown. “Those stains won’t come out easily.” She said

“What stain..oh. I’ll clean your bedsheets tomorrow,” he mumbled, a blush beamed on his face, “sorry.”

“It’s whatever. You’re probably tired, aren’t you? I’ll clean you up.”

“No!” He shouted, “I mean no, come lay down with me. You already did enough.”

(Name) covered her mouth and giggled, “thanks for the offer. I’ll go to grab some water.”

Kasen sighed and nodded in agreement. The girl smiled and left the room to find the kitchen. Once she entered the kitchen, she spotted Nikkari sitting in a chair, drinking some tea.

“Lovely night, Kasen must’ve had.” He spoke

“Huh?” She responded as she walked past him to grab two glasses then filling them up with water.

“Whatever you did to him, he sure was loud.”

(Name) choked on her spit as she stood still before turning to him and smirking, “You think so, Nikkari? I thought he could’ve been a little louder.”

The man with green hair chuckled and stood up, “anymore louder, who knows who could’ve heard him.”

“That will be my goal for next time,” She winked before walking past him and exit off to her room. Once she opened the door to her room, she spotted Kasen under her covers, eyes beginning to shut. (Name) softly smiled before walking over to him and setting both of their drinks on the nightstand. She pulled back the blanket and crawled in, lying next to him.

“Kasen.” She whispered, which in response, she got a light hmm. As she was about to open her mouth and tell him that he was louder than the thunder, she immediately closed it.

“Is something wrong, (name?)”

She looked at him and smiled, “oh nothing, I just wanted to let you know that I loved you.”

This time he smiled too and placed a hand on her cheek before locking his lips into hers. “I love you too,” he said as he pulled back, resting his forehead on hers.

The girl giggled and kissed him again before another roar of thunder rolled in, causing Kasen to jump slightly. “Are you scared of thunder?” (Name) giggled.

He huffed and rolled his eyes, “no, it keeps on catching me off guard!”

“Okay, sure; whatever you say, dear.”

Kasen groaned and flicked her forehead, “whatever you say. Though we should go to bed, it is getting late out, and I don’t want you to be tired for tomorrow!”

The girl scoffed, “you’re the one who makes me tired! Always giving me extra things to do!”

“Well, I do it so you can start getting more sun!”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten enough sun, alright!” She mumbled

Kasen chuckles before kissing her nose, “bedtime, let’s go!”

“Yes, yes. Okay. Good night Kasen.” She said as she pressed her lips to his forehead.

“Good night to you, too, my flower.”

The girl flipped flipped over and felt Kasen drape his arm over her hips then pull her back into his chest. “I hope you have fun tomorrow.”

“What do you mean?” He asked

“You’ll see” (Name) said and snickered.

#anime #fluff #smut #touken ranbu #touken danshi #kasen kanesada #kanesada Kasen #love #boy girl love #reader insert #x reader #anime x reader #writing

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henryobsessed · 3 years

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The Borrower and Her Bean Part 14

Summery: As the door swung open Henry could feel the floor begin to tremor. Were they having an earthquake? he could feel it vibrate through his body. Lina was calling to him, trying to get his attention but he was unable to hear as terror filled his body. Ahead of him was Sandy, but not the young 5ft teenager that puppy sat Kal, no this was a Giant, all he could see without looking up in fear was the large doc martin boots stomping towards him making the ground shake with even more violence. Before he could do anything more several hands manhandled him forcing him under the side table as the large boots stopped directly in front of them. A gigantic hand came into view snatching the phone up placing it on the side table.

Word Count: 1483

Warnings: none

A/N Thank you for your patience through this busy time :)

Part 13 - Part 15

As the door swung open Henry could feel the floor begin to tremor. Were they having an earthquake? he could feel it vibrate through his body. Lina was calling to him, trying to get his attention but he was unable to hear as terror filled his body. Ahead of him was Sandy, but not the young 5ft teenager that puppy sat Kal, no this was a Giant, all he could see without looking up in fear was the large doc martin boots stomping towards him making the ground shake with even more violence. Before he could do anything more several hands manhandled him forcing him under the side table as the large boots stopped directly in front of them. A gigantic hand came into view snatching the phone up placing it on the side table.

A booming voice yelled, "Henry, are you here?" then muttering "must be an old phone" as she continued down towards the kitchen. Sitting on the ground now body visibly shaking Henry could not focus. The truth of how frightening it was to be so small in a world of Giants overwhelmed his scenes. Small hands found his, as Lina's face came into view. She knelt in front of him her mouth moving but no sound registering. He tried hard to focus as her sweet voice broke through the terror "its ok Henry, your safe now. Listen to my voice, breath with me, In, out, that's it" he took slow breaths with her as his heart rate slowed. Her soft smile and sweet voice helped to calm the new borrower until he was able to think rationally. Is this how she felt when she first saw him? At that moment his respect for the borrowers and especially for Lina took on a whole new level of awe.

Melina was worried about her bean, she knew the terror he would be feeling. Thankfully the group was hidden and safe. She sat and listened as the large Girl was talking to Kal "Hay buddy.....(Giggle) ........ I've missed you too, aww I'm sorry it took me so long to get here. Let me get you some food and then I think you need a W.. A ..L ..K" she could hear Kal's yips and from the sound of his nails bouncing off the floor surmised that he was dancing in circles around her. As the cacophony of sounds echoed around the kitchen she kept her focus on Henry. The terror had gone from his face, replaced with amazement. The 10 borrowers sat waiting, listening until the sound of Human and canine had left the building. All breathing a sigh of relief then moved out into the open.

Henry looked to the rest of the group with a sombre face "I am so sorry, I truly had no idea how my presence must have affected you all." Greg stepped forward grinning as he pulled the big man into a hug whilst saying. "It's ok dude, we've grown up with beans being a regular creature we have to live with, but thank you for your understanding" he saw a look pass over Lina's face but it quickly disappeared as she groaned "Dam she had to put it up there" looking up and seeing how high the side table was, they decided to come back once the puppy sitter had returned Kal and left for the day. The now weary borrowers returned to the safety of the walls.

That night after a long and exhausting effort to retrieve the phone Henry treated the families to the food Sandy had left out. It consisted of Cheese, Meat and fruit. They sat around the platter up on the kitchen bench munching happily, sharing stories of there adventures with Henry. Melina chuckled quietly with herself as she remembered Greg's efforts at trying to teach Henry to throw his hook and shoestring rope. His ability to climb was helped by his upper body strength however it took quite some time to teach him how to through it high enough to catch and be stable. She was surprised that Greg trusted Henry enough to let him use his rig. The three-prong fishing hooks were hard to find and if damaged difficult to replace. She looked across at her bean. His face showed fatigue, his body slumped and yet graciously continued to show full attention to her father.

Standing she walked over and placed a hand on her father's shoulder, "Dad, I think I need to take Henry back to his room. It has been a long day." Her father looked closer at the young man he was talking to and could see what Melina was alerting him to. Wishing everyone good night the pair slowly made the long and arduous climb back up the stairs to his bedroom.

His weary body finally found its way to the bedroom. Barely able to keep his eyes open move woodenly behind Melina. Not sure where she was leading him until she entered the dollhouse. After four thankfully tiny flights of stairs, she entered a bedroom. "Come sit" she led him to the bed helping him remove his shirt and then pulled the covers back for him to slip under. Whist tucking him in she said softly, "sleep Henry, I'll be across the hall if you need me. She leant down and kissed him of the forehead her soft lips the last thing he felt before sleep overtook him.

Melina had been awake for some time, in reality, she had not slept well with the events of the day running through her mind. He had surprised her with his awkwardness in meeting the family. However, as the day went on he's demeanor changed showing an appreciation for who they were and the life they had to live to survive. Without the constant fear of his size and his movements, she began to see his personality more. He seemed to tackle any challenge thrown at him no matter how scary or seemingly impossible. Her bean seemed to be competitive as well, watching him with Greg and Carson as they tried to teach him survival skills. His stubbornness also surfaced as he would not stop until he had mastered the skill. Deciding to get up she had dressed and moved from the small room across the hall and poked her head into his room. She saw him tangled up in the blankets a soft snore slipping past his lips. She smiled her heart clenching at the sight before her. Wondering what their future would hold.

Henry groaned the night had been filled with the most amazing and terrifying dreams. Sitting up he turned his body so that he was now sitting on the edge of his bed. He rubbed his hand over his face and stood wondering what the weather would be like today he walked to the window and looked out. Reality hitting him all at once, it really wasn't a dream. The view from his window was that of his room, his furniture towering around him. Closing his eyes he shook his head and tried to remember, Lina, her voice was the last thing he remembered. As he left the room he saw Lina climbing back up the stairs, a small plate of food in her hands. She looked up and smiled the sight caused his heart to flip flop falling into an odd rhythm in his chest. "Morning Henry, I'm glad you're finally awake. I was going to wake you for breakfast but you were sleeping so soundly" she shrugged as she moved past him "Let's eat out here" she opened the door to the outside and disappeared.

Finally able to gather his thoughts he followed her around to the small toy deck chairs he had bought. If he had told himself when he bought these that he would be sitting on them in the future he would have laughed. Catching up and sitting by her side Henry reached for the plate of food she offered him. He shifted fully on the deck chair marveling at how comfortable the wood was. There wasn't any conversation as he ate, but it wasn't uncomfortable either the two of them just sat in companionable silence. Both thinking, reasoning, wondering. Above them, two sets of silvery eyes peered at them watching also wondering if this experiment would work.

A/N Hello wonderfully readers, well it is almost Christmas and life is hectic. This story is heading towards a finish probably 4 or 5 chapters left. I have the story arch that I'm following but as GT lovers I would like to know if there are any story tropes you would like to see happen before it comes to a close.

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heynikkiyousofine · 3 years

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Chapter 2 is up and going! I cannot wait to hear what y’all think. Thank you again @keichanz and @neutronstarchild for helping me get my stories up and going. without further ado, The Fairy Princess and The Prince Hanyou continues…

What Inuyasha saw made him speechless. There in the meadow, sitting among the first blooming flowers of the season, sat a small fox youkai chattering away, in the lap of a woman with waist length hair. His hands itched to run his fingers throughout it. She wore a soft, pale, yellow dress, hanging off her creamy, pale shoulders. Her dress covered her bent legs, only showing her bare feet, a pair of brown slippers sitting in her basket. He couldn’t see her face, but he could hear her giggling at the young fox’s story, his paws waving about in the air, her laugh like a tinker of bells. A warmth spread throughout his chest as he realized he would probably be caught creepily staring at this woman.

What that her son? Where did she live? The closest village was still a bit away. Could she defend herself if she were to be attacked? He noticed a small knife handle sticking from her left boot that told him she probably had never used it for anything other than the flowers in her basket. Wishing to know what she looked like, smelt like, be near her, he took a deep breath trying to decipher between the different scents coming from the woman.

He could smell the woodsy pine-like scent of the fox, his parents probably residing nearby as he could faintly detect similar scents towards the north. He could also smell the flowers that had began to bloom around them, similar to the ones in his mother’s garden back home. He also smelt the sunshine, or rather the warmth of the sunshine that covered the field, but couldn’t exactly smell her. It was like she blended in to nature around her. Puzzled, Inuyasha gripped his crossbow tightly, deciding he needed to find out about this oh so familiar scent.

As he took a step in the brightness, the fox quickly stopped talking and froze in his storytelling, staring at the Prince with his emerald eyes. The young woman’s back stiffened and the soft waif of fear drifting across his nose. “I’m not going to hurt either of you.” He softly rumbled, realizing he probably startled them both. As the young woman turned around carefully, blue eyes clashing with gold, Miroku and Sango came crashing through the underbrush behind him. Inuyasha turned around to stop them in time from coming closer.

“Where did you go?” “Did you catch one?” they both asked, breathing labored. Sango’s hair slightly a mess, lips glistening and swollen a bit. Miroku’s white tunic buttoned incorrectly. They both sported a slight blush, not knowing Inuyasha knew they had frequently been making out behind the stables at the castle. Rolling his yees, her turned just in time to see the young woman running away.

“Fuck. You two couldn’t have worse timing.” He gritted, his left hand clenching. Where did they go? They couldn’t have gotten far fast. Her eyes were of something else, a color he had never seen before on a person. It was as if his soul was reaching out to calm the frightened woman, his own demon berating him for scaring her, not protecting her. Looking around, he could smell all the same scents before, so he wasn’t sure which way they had went, but he vowed to look the next time he got a chance.

Across the field, holding Shippo is her arms, Kagome watched the group with shortened breaths, she hadn’t run that fast in a long time. The man himself didn’t frightened her exactly, she had just thought they were alone. After seeing his eyes and hearing his soft rumble, she wanted to stay and chat with him, a feeling of safety washing through her, like her soul knew she would be fine. It wasn’t until the couple behind him came crashing through the trees, that she realized she might be in danger/ She had grabbed her basket, Shippo clinging her stomach and she ran with all her might. She didn’t know how to use the knife she had hidden in her boot for self defense and Shippo was just a small child, despite being a fox demon.

Before she could keep berating herself even farther, Shippo whispered to her, “Gome’ let’s go. We can get back to Jineji’s house from here without crossing their paths.” Nodding in agreement, Kagome took a deep breath, reached into her basket and slipped on her shoes and turned towards where Shippo was pointing, the golden eyed man on her mind. They trekked through the foliage to Jineji’s, speaking softly to each other, both wondering who those people were and what did they want. “He reeked of dog.” Shippo exclaimed, his nose scrunching up. “The only inuyokai I know of are royals, but I don’t know if that was one of them. I haven’t met them before, just heard of them. Should we tell someone?”

“I don’t know of anyone who would believe us or would know what to do.” She responded sadly, “Besides, I think they might fear for our safety more than anything and not less us visit each other for quite some time.”

“Most likely. I wonder if they were going to harm us. We don’t have anything they want.”

Shrugging her shoulders, she looked down at Shippo in agreement, “I don’t know Shippo. Either way, we would’ve been in trouble, I don’t know how to use my knife like a weapon and you’re still a small child.”

Puffing out his chest, Shippo responded quickly, “I would’ve protected you! I’ve working on my fox fire!”

Giggling along, the two remained on their walk, watching their surroundings around them. As they came upon the herbal fields, they noticed Jineji in the farthest, digging through the soil. Greeting him with a smile, Kagome put the whole experience in the back fo her mind, until she could get home to Kaede and think about everything that happened. They spent hours enjoying the others company, staying for dinner in the hanyou’s cottage. As the stars began the light up the sky, Jineji walked Kagome and Shippo home, telling them to come visit in soon. Later on that evening, as the women began to get ready for bed, drinking lavender tea, Kagome began to ask Kaede about the royal families.

“Mother, have you ever met the King and his family?”

Nodding her head in response, Kaede set down her clay cup, “Yes dear, from quite some time ago. I’ve heard stories from travelers about how kind and welcoming they are now. People have been traveling far and wide from the eastern kingdom to find a new home.”

“What were they running from?”

“Well, I have told you plenty of times to never cross the eastern border, their leader Naraku is not a kind ruler to his people and many live in fear for their lives on a daily basis. I will spare you the details of the rumors I have heard, but you must promise me you never go looking.”

Nodding, Kagome went to change the subject. “What about our King and Queen? Are they fair people?”

“Aye. I have heard of their love and kindness for my entire life, since I was a young girl with my mother in the village near the castle. The King is a Inuyokai and his queen is a human, they bore a son a few years before you were born.”

“He’s a hanyou? Like Jineji?”

“Aye child. From what I remember he was a rambunctious child, until I came out here when you were born.”

“Can we go see them one day? I would like to see the castle grounds and the village surrounding it. Maybe be could go see your family?”

“Maybe some day child, I’m not as young as I used to be.” Kaede mused, laughter filling the air. “It is time for rest. Did you get plenty of flowers today? I noticed your basket wasn’t as full as usual.”

“Not as many as I wanted to, they aren’t in full bloom yet.” Kagome responded quickly, hoping Kaede wouldn’t pry more on the subject. She didn’t want to try and dodge the events of earlier and didn’t like lying.

“Okay, sweet dreams my child.” Kaede softly kissed her cheek before she strode into the sleeping room to her right. Sighing softly, Kagome began to think about said earlier events. The man didn’t seem harmful, but what if he had come from the eastern kingdom? His clothing wasn’t ratted or torn, almost a full royal outfit. His shoes were a shiny black leather that looked expensive. Picking up her cup, Kagome began to head towards her sleeping room, across the home from her mother’s. As she laid in her small bed to get comfortable for sleep, she shut her eyes and dreamt of glowing amber eyes.

Quietness swept through the night as the moon rose high in the sky, the only sounds a fussy child trying to sleep in the fox hut nearby. Rocking her child softly, Shippo’s mother stepped out the front doorway, so she wouldn’t wake her other children. As her newborn began to quiet down again, she caught the whiff of smoke and turned towards the eastern border. Emerald eyes widening, she gasped softly and let out a yip, not too loudly, but enough for her husband and mate. He woke with a start and hurried toward her in the doorway with a questioning look. Raising her hand to point, he turned and stiffened in fear. Along the tree line, red and orange flames covered the treetops, smoke rising high in the sky. Hearing shouts and screams nearby, he turned toward his wife and nodded. Grabbing her outstretched hand, he whisked her into the hut and started to wake his three sleeping children.

‘Shippo, wake up. We must go.” He began, only to raise his voice and he shook the fox demon awake. Grumbling in response, Shippo slowly opened his eyes to see his father’s frightened face. “What’s going on Papa?”

“Hurry and help pack a bag of thing for you and your sisters, there’s people coming with fire.” Jumping up quickly, Shippo grabbed his green knapsack and went to fill it with a small coat and some fruit, knowing there wasn’t much else that would fit. As he stepped to grab his youngest sisters arms to carry her, he heard men shouting and metal clanking against one another. His sister whimpered, turning her face to his chest, his papa grabbed his bags and ushered them to the door. Feeling a wave of nausea wash over him, Shippo watched as a man with a long braid and even longer sword push through the doorway, his face shadowed by the flames behind him. The man stood tall, with a large purple mark on his forehead, his halberd resting on his left shoulder.

“Who are you!?” His papa asked, gathering everyone, but him and his sister behind him. He was too far away with her squirming in his arms to be protected.

“None of your business. Naraku has sent us here to take you to him, if you refuse, we will kill you.” Shippo’s mother gasped softly, holding her new born baby closer to her breast and Shippo held his sibling tighter in his arms. She kept trying to run from his arms.

“We will never go to him.” His papa spat, taking a step back, guarding his family as best as he could. The smell of fear filled his air, making Shippo’s eye water just a bit and as he was taking a step back into the corner to hide from this frightening man, his sister pushed out of his hands and ran across the hut. Before she could get to her papa’s arms, the man with long braid picked up the screaming child and tossed her into the arms of a large man behind him. “No! Give her back! She’s just a child!” Shippo’s papa cried. Tasing his sword, the braided haired man walked closer to the family, not knowing Shippo had tucked himself behind a wardrobe.

“You will be coming with me, whether it’s in chains or death.” The man grinned wickedly, using his sword to shove them towards the door. Shippo held his breath as he watched the man push his family away, catching his father’s attention. His father’s with hardened eyes, nodded and mouthed “I love you.” Staying hidden behind, he could hear his father and mother shouting, his sisters crying and more steps as they moved father away, toward the eastern kingdom. Sitting there quietly for some time, tears pouring down his flushed cheeks, he smelt the faint whiff of smoke, and something else he couldn’t decipher, and looked out. His house was beginning to burn! Scrambling, he crawled quickly to doorway, only to stop where he was. There was his whole family laying on the ground, blood surrounding their bodies. Sobbing, Shippo ran his papa, pleading him to come back. As the flames grew behind him, he realized he could no longer feel his father’s youki or his fox fire. Wailing, he hugged his papa’s neck as the blazing hut behind him fell to the ground in the night.

He wasn’t sure how long had passed before the fire had begun to spread across the grass towards his family, but Shippo knew he couldn’t carry them all to safety, so he grabbed the ribbon in his mother’s hair and the small knapsack his father had put together, and began to run towards the only place would be safe. Tying his hair back into a ponytail with the green ribbon, Shippo looked one last time at his family’s bodies before ember flames engulfed the field. Grabbing the knapsack and the one across his back, Shippo trekked through the night to Kagome and Kaede’s cottage.

Frowning in her sleep, Kagome tossed and turned fitfully, dreaming vividly of crimson eyes, evil feelings and screams of torture. Gasping awake, Kagome bolted upright to the sounds of sniffling and footsteps coming towards the house. Quickly getting to her feet, Kagome grabbed her slippers and ran to the doorway, just in time for Shippo to burst through and grab her gown tightly.

“What is going on?” Kaede asked, causing Kagome to turn, holding onto Shippo just as tightly. Shippo began to sob, Kagome stroking his back softly, whispering that it was okay and he was safe. Kaede quickly brought the fire to life and filled the kettle with water for tea. After a few minutes, she poured three cups, filling Shippo’s with extra lavender to help calm him down. Sipping his warm drink and hiccuping, Shippo recounted the events. When he was done, Kaede rose to her feet quickly and turned towards the back of the cottage, grabbing a few bottles of herbs along the way. Ignoring her for the moment, Kagome held Shippo is her arms and cried softly for him. He was alone in this world. His whole family gone in one night. He will stay with me and I’ll never let him be alone ever again.

Before Kagome could come up with a plan to ask her mother if he could stay with them, Kaede came back with a bag filled with her cloak, bottles, fruit and a letter, sealed tightly and a determined look on her face. Puzzled, Kagome looked at her with fear brewing in her eyes, not quite understanding what was going on.

“Child. I need you to change into your clothing and traveling boots, not your slippers, and come back in here and sit with me.”

“Kaede-“

“Child, now. There’s no time.” Kaede urgently responded. Kagome rose to her feet, spinning and taking her and Shippo to her room to change.

“What’s going on ‘Gome’?” Shippo asked drowsily, feeling the full effects of his tea.

“I don’t know, but sleep for a little while. You need to rest.” She whispered, laying him down on her bed. Changing quickly into her pale yellow dress, Kagome returned to the living area with her brown boots in her hand. Smiling Softly, Kaede patted the spot next to her, gesturing for Kagome to sit.

“I need to tell you how I came upon you.”

“You’ve told me this story before. My mother left me in your care before she disappeared.” She responded as she finished putting on her boots.

“There is more to it. You see your pendant?” Nodding, Kagome fingered the precious heirloom, wondering what this had anything to do with it. “Remove it, Kagome.”

Taking a deep breath, Kagome removed the light blue necklace, lifting it up above her head. As she did, she felt this wave of power fill her entire body, like she was glowing. Opening her eyes. Kagome held her breath as she realized her hands were actually glowing! They lit up like the soft moonlight, sparkling like glitter when the light hit them just right. Raising her eyes quickly, she saw Kaede smile softly.

“Kagome, go stand and look in the mirror in the wardrobe. After I will tell you everything.”

Gathering herself, she stood, her legs wobbling slightly as she carried herself towards the worn down wardrobe with the large mirror hanging inside. Not sure what to expect when she looked, Kagome’s hand flew to he mouth in awe. There reflected a woman, whose entire body sparkled like her hands before, with hair as dark as her own, adorned with a flower crown. Her crown twisted with all her favorite flowers rested atop her perfectly curled hair and her pale yellow dress compared to the soft silkiness of her almost midnight hair. She always knew she had blue eyes, that she had never known anyone else with the same color, but her eyes now almost seem to bore into her soul, as if there was a deep, power residing behind them. A soul that could see into the depths of another person. As amazing as all those things seemed to her, her eyes were more focused on what was behind her, actually what was attached her.

Thin, almost see through wings sprouted from between her shoulder blades, completely silver, with lines of gold outlining the edges. Reaching softly over her shoulder, she grazed one, only for it to flutter and sparkled dust fell from it, towards the wooden floor. Eyes wide, she turned toward Kaede who just watched her and waited for her to come sit back down. Putting her pendant back over her head, she felt as if she were underwater. It reminded her of her swimming memories with Shippo last summer, floating in the river. She looked quickly in the mirror, only to sadly see the same reflection she’s seen her entire life. Striding quickly, she sat down beside Kaede, eager and confused to hear what she had to say.

“Child. You have heard of the stories about how Naraku came to power. How he slain the King and Queen and their child in the Eastern Kingdom, only to take over and and create pain and suffering throughout the lands. Child, you are their daughter.” Kaede didn’t know this right away twenty years ago, but after word had spread of the event and the visit from the wounded lady, she had taken off the pendant whenever Kagome slept one night, only to see little wings protrude from her back.

Shaking, Kagome felt light headed. “Are you sure? Why now? Why didn’t you tell me before? Does this have anything to do with what happened to Shippo? Does he know? Does anyone else know? Why did you pack that bag? Kaede-“

Shushing her child with a look she knew too well, Kaede softly spoke, to not wake the sleeping child in the next room. She wasn’t sure if Shippo knew anything of the story or if he had any idea about who Kagome was. “I knew your mother. She came to me when you were about four months of age. She was deeply wounded, almost to the brink of death. She looked a lot like you, long dark hair, but eyes that were brown and filled with sadness. She handed you to me, told me your name, that you were special and that I needed to keep you safe. Before I could help her or figure out anything more, she fell to the ground and disappeared into dust. After that, I heard of the fallen kingdom and knew who you were. I would tell you someday, knowing you were going to have to travel to the northern castle and ask for King Toga’s help to succeed in getting your home back. I believe you are the one who will bring peace back to all four kingdoms.”

“How? I’m only a kid still. I’m not yet twenty years of age. I don’t even know how to fight!” Kagome cried anxiously.

Holding her as she began to cry, Kaede cuddled the crying child, whispering words of encouragement. “You will learn as you go. You will meet many people and creatures. Other mythical creatures will know exactly who you are and you must not trust anyone. When you get to the palace, you must show the king who you truly are and he will keep you safe. Naraku, I believe wants your power. It is foretold to be the strongest in time, one that could bring any kingdom to its knees.”

“How though? Mother Kaede, I can barely withstand slicing an animal’s body to provide for us. What power do you speak of?”

“Raise your right hand like this. Close your eyes. Breath in and out. I want you to look into your heart and feel the tug on your soul, one that reaches down within you. That is your power.” Before Kagome could shut her eyes to try, a loud shout came from outside the cottage. Quietly rising to her feet, Shippo stumbled from the bedroom, fear in his eyes and ran to Kagome’s outstretched arms. Footsteps quickly came to the door and a loud knock had all of them standing in silence.

“It is the King’s guard, we wish to speak with you.”

“Come in.” Kaede commanded, no waver in her voice. A large man came through the door and Shippo climbed to Kagome’s back, hiding from sight. He knew this scent and began to tremble.

“Are you Lady Kaede? Priestess here in this land?”

“Aye. However, I have not practiced in a long time, I only deal with herbs and potions.”

The man with the long braid and even longer sword looked around the living space, watching the old woman and the young with hard eyes, growing with suspicion. “Who is this?” he pointed with his sword at Kagome.

“This is my adopted daughter.”

“Adopted? So she does not have spiritual powers as well?”

Shaking her head, Kaede took a step forward, slightly shielding Kagome and Shippo behind her. “What do you need with me?”

“Naraku.”

Swallowing a gasp, Kagome began to tremble as well, looking at the back of Kaede’s head, tears beginning to form in her eyes. Kaede spoke angrily, “What does he want with me? I am but an old woman, with only the aid of my child. I have no use for my powers nor harm anyone with them.”

“He wants you. He instructed us to bring you to him alive.”

Nodding, Kaede inquired, “What about my child?”

Smirking, the man looked at Kagome as lust formed into his eyes, “I’ll take good care of her.”

Turning around to face her, Kaede hugged Kagome tightly, holding Shippo as well, and whispered, “Run. Take the bag and Shippo and run. When I leave, this man intends to break you. You must not let him know who you are. Remember everything I said tonight. I love you my dear daughter and I will see you soon.” When Kagome went to give her love back, a sharp tug pulled Kaede from her arms, the large man with a yellow head wrap dragged Kaede out the door.

The man with a purple mark across his forehead began to untie his belt from his waist and a sinister grin stretched across his face. “My name is Bankotsu, and your mother will be just fine with my men. You are young and beautiful. I’m sure you will be fitting to be my woman. Do not worry, I won’t be too rough for your first time.” As he encroached closer to Kagome, slowly unbuttoning his pants, Shippo jumped on Kagome’s shoulder and shouted “Fox Fire!”

Blue flames spread across Bankotsu’s pants, near his private areas, causing him to scream in pain and hatred burn deep in his eyes. As he dropped to his knees and tried to put out the fire, Kagome sprung in to action. She grabbed the bag Kaede put together and ran out the front door. Turning to look both ways, she saw flames toward the easter border and decided the opposite was the best. Not glancing to see if the man was behind her, she ran as fast she could towards the forest, only stopping to turn around at the edge to look at her mother.

Kaede, hands bound with rope, was being guided into a wagon by the man from who grabbed her earlier. Anther man, one who looked like a monster, taller than cottage, was helping Bankotsu to the wagon, while holding a flaming torch. Tears falling to her dress, Kagome grabbed the bag and tossed it onto her back, and whispered her love for her mother in to the air. Shippo grabbed tightly on her shoulder and Kagome ran towards the next village over.

Somewhere near by, Inuyasha rose from his sleeping position in the tree. He could smell them, the ones who smelt of death and graveyard soil, like they had been buried for a long time. He knew Naraku’s henchmen were nearby, inside the northern borders and knew he should get back to the castle quickly to warn his father. Looking to the eastern sky, Inuyasha grabbed his gear and urged Miroku and Sango to get on their horses He saw the flames stretch across the forest, burning everything in its path to the ground, and the sun rising above the treetops. The smell of sunshine and wildflowers coming and going across his senses, as he took off through the forest.

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secret-engima · 4 years

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Butbutbut! You never said where /Crowe/ ends up. Where's she? Is she even in Konoha?

Crowe is in Konoha, just as a year older and where she lives she’s never encountered Sasuke. *waggles eyebrows*. But sure have a RAMBLE.

...

Niko is not like other Inuzuka. She is not loud and demanding like many of her Clan, like the loud barking of their dogs, nor is she growling and rough like the members who take more after the wolf blood said to run in their veins. Even so, there is something ... feral about Inuzuka Niko. Something wild and brittle. Some people murmur that she’s more wildcat than dog, eyes too keen and tongue too sharp, preferring the company of herself or the new puppies over the company of the pack and Clan at large.

She wasn’t ... ALWAYS like that, the Clan knows. But an incident as a young child of four that ended with her nearly drowning in the river seemed to have knocked something loose in her head. She got quieter, wilder, her eyes keen and paranoid, wary of being around too many of the Clan at once.

Her father had introduced her to pups early in the hopes it would smooth her rough edges again, but even after the reacclimatized into the Clan, she was never the same. There was something feral and angry in her eyes now, something brutal and efficient in the way she trained.

In another Clan, perhaps this would have been cause for more alarm, or even paranoia of an enemy plant. But this was the Inuzuka. They were all a little feral and crazy at heart, Niko just showed it in a different way. So no one really asks why the river incident made her feral and she never tells. But the truth is...

Niko remembers dying. She remembers being someone else, an orphan, angry at the world, a glaive, with two brothers at her side.

A dead woman, lying on the ground screaming in rage and pain from the bullet in her side as one of her comrades (one of her trusted, one of her FRIENDS) watches her with dark eyes and raises the gun to put a bullet through her chest.

Niko remembers being Crowe, and Crowe was slaughtered by a Kinslayer (because they weren’t Clan but they were GLAIVES, they had fought and bled side by side and didn’t that make them just as much kin in the eyes of the Old Laws as any braid in their hair?).

Now ... now she is awake. Awake and wary of betrayal again, wary of this world of ninja who flaunt their ability to lie and kill and betray yet preach the Will of Fire in the same breath. On some level, the part of her that is Niko, four years old and naive, thinks it makes perfect sense. Will of Fire is for Pack, lying and killing is what you do to the enemy.

But Crowe, in the back of her mind, asks what happens if someone decides she counts as an “enemy” despite her blood relation to the Clan, despite her Clan’s spot in Konoha?

It takes a long time to settle, and by that point her father has her playing and caring for the Clan puppies on a regular basis. Caring for them soothes her. She had always loved animals in her last life, and nin-dogs were special. All of them. From the littlest puppies to the grizzled old veterans.

She is six when she gets nin-dogs of her own. A little trio of pups who were inseparable, all wiggling and happy and yipping at everything and nothing. Their fur is soft and thick, their tails curled over on themselves like akita, though they will grow far bigger than any akita dog. Their coats are distinctive, a red brindle, a black reverse brindle, and a regular red. She names them Daidaimaru, Kiimaru, and Muramaru respectively, as is the tradition. In private, she calls them her Team Cerberus as she carefully weaves the Clan Altius braid into her hair (she may be an Inuzuka, she may be in some other era or world or what have you, but she is still an Altius and an Altius she will remain).

She doesn’t expect to get another nin-dog. She’s bonded with her three pups and she is happy with that. Very few Inuzuka ever bond with more than three, and three is an uncommon number or a Ninja/Nin-dog partnership as it was.

Then she finds Kon.

She is eight and the village is on edge, tight and frightened by the sudden massacre of the Uchiha Clan, and the tension drives Crowe to flee into the clan grounds for some peace and quiet with her pups. They are playing in the stream when they hear the heavy, limping tread of a stranger and smell blood on the faint breeze. Crowe is on her feet in an instant, hand going to the real kunai she stole from her big brother’s stash, and her pups growl little squeaky growls that are not menacing in the slightest.

Out of the forest steps the largest non-Clan wolf Crowe as ever seen. On an adult ninja he could come up to the thigh, easily, and a glance at the too-large size of his paws and disproportionately large ears on his head tell her that this stranger is still a PUP. Older than the Cerberus triplets, but probably not by more then a few months. They stare at each other for a long time, bright gold eyes in a black furred face staring into her own dark brown eyes before he whimpers and drops his head in submission, his body listing to one side as he does.

Crowe forgets all about the tension in the Clan and the drama of the Massacre as she cautiously inches closer and closer to the wheezing pup. He lets her get close, lets her see the long, bloody gashes down his side and clumsily bandage them before leading him home to the vets. She ends up having to stay with him during the treatment process, because he snarls and snaps at anyone who isn't her.

She isn’t sure why he trusts her.

In the end, the vet concludes that he’s half Inuzuka dog, which might be why he stumbled into the Clan grounds, though no one can determine who his sire is (they think his sire is dead, killed on mission, which is why none of their dogs steps forward to take responsibility). His other half is wolf. Not just any wolf either, but the special mutation of wolf that lives in Training Ground 44, the Forest of Death that Crowe has heard some of her relatives tell horror stories about. No one knows why he left the grounds and came here, and no one quite know what to do with him. He’s feral, intelligent as a nin-dog but not socialized like one, and no one is going to trust him around their children as a partner.

Except Crowe. Crowe who sneaks into the vet’s office every night to feed him strips of meat and tell him stories, Crowe who looks into his eyes and sees the same feral, knowing edge. The edge that came from staring death in the face too young and knowing what it is to wake up afterward. The edge that came from being betrayed by someone trusted and not knowing how to take it. Crowe who does not force him to submit, but instead sits outside his kennel and whispers stories to him that she has told no one else. Not even her pups. The Old Stories and Clan Songs, the meaning of the braid in her hair.

He watches her with too-wise eyes and in the dark of night, noses through the kennel bars to lick her hand in comfort.

When he is well enough to be let out of the vet’s office, the Clan watches in tense bewilderment as he strides right to Crowe, gently licks the heads of the smaller pups, and then sits down at her feet with a defiant, steady look in his eyes.

He has chosen her. And Crowe will not turn him aside. She names him Konmaru, after the deep blue-black of his fur, unbroken by even a speck of white or grey.

He will grow huge as he gets older. While the Cerberus Triplets will grow up to a normal size for their breed of Nin-dogs, up to Crowe’s waist and no higher, Konmaru quickly sprouts into a bear of a beast, up to an adult’s elbow by the end of his first year, then up to the shoulder of the Inuzuka Clan head. His frame fills out to match, and people stare whenever Crowe parades by with her little Pack, a trio of hip high Akita and then a massive bear-sized wolf indulgently padding along at her heels.

The vet tells her once that, if he were a pure wolf from the Forest of Death, he would be even bigger, probably growing to the size of a small building, but the Inuzuka breed blood that lets him access chakra and learn to speak also keeps him relatively small in size.

Konmaru is patient and quiet for such a young dog, unlike the excitable Cerberus trio, and very observant.

It’s Konmaru that quietly tells her of the boy in the year below them at school who has a braid hidden in her hair like hers.

Crowe’s heart is in her mouth and she lingers after school that day, watching the younger kids. Konmaru chuffs when he spots the boy he meant and Crowe feels something sick in her gut when she spots the Uchiha boy, chatting happily with another boy, about a year older then him who is not in her class. She drifts closer and sees-.

Ulric Chief braid.

Ostium Chief Braid.

Her voice is a sob as she storms over to them, a bristling trio at her heels and Konmaru languidly towering at her back, “You two absolute, morons!” She yells and their eyes blow wide in shock and hope because she’s yelling in old Galahdian, uncaring of who hears. They spot the braid twisting through her hair and the older boy’s (Libertus’s) face crumbles as he cannons into her with a sob of her old name.

She ends up spending the night at Nyx’s compound, cuddling her brothers while her dogs sprawl around like a living perimeter as they exchange stories of all that happened.

Crowe remembers hearing of the massacre, and now that she knows it was NYX who was the only survivor, she feels sick.

Nyx tells her not to worry about it.

Crowe does anyway.

Konmaru gently flops his massive head on Nyx’s stomach, causing the boy to cough from lost air, and Konmaru rumbles in gentle amusement, “I like this one,” he announces in a bass voice far too deep for his young age, “even if he smells like cat.”

And that is that.

#SE asks #anon asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Melodies and Manuscripts #Calling for Rain verse #crowe altius #crowe #inuzuka #mwahahaha

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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The Deal Pt 2

Masterlist

Summary: Clark take you to august to finish the deal.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, Dub Con, BDSM, Toys

A/N: second part to @wolfieash ask which is here

Taglist: in reblog.

Smut below the cut.

"NO IM NOT GOING ! AND YOU CAN FUCK OFF!" You yelled chasing Clark into the living room arms cross and lips pulled into a snarl.

He rolled his eyes at you, you'd been throwing a fit all day.

"Sweetheart, you made a deal, gave him your word... you cant go back on it" he insisted once more trying to convince you.

"Yes I can it was my word! Not yours, I can do what I want!" You huffed blowing some hair out of your face it was hard trying to be serious when your hair seemed to want to stick in your mouth.

"No poppet I'm not letting you break you word , now get dressed we leave in a hour" he said quickly spinning you around pressing you to the bedroom door.

"Fuck you, I'm not going anywhere!" You grunted pulling away from him.

"Tonight love I promise, now go get ready august is expecting us..." he said grinning almost sweetly at you.

"I don't give a flying fuck! I'm not going" you stomped a foot at him finally making his brow twitch, jaw tightening in irritation.

He stood taller and let his frame seem to devour the space on the hall making you shrink, shivering as you watched your sweet fiancé become a great predator. A loin or bear?

"Sweetheart enough! Now go get dressed...I laid out your outfit" he ground out severely finally having enough. A deal was a deal... and he wanted your ass!

"Out fit? What outfit-OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" You cried entering your room seeing the shear fabric

"That? Its a little body stocking~" Clark said leaning on the door frame arms crossed wearing a huge grin.

"IM NOT WEARING A FUCKING BODYSTOCKING!"

"Well I would if I were you because if not there will be images of your naked ass being flown about on the front pages tomorrow~" he quipped with a smirk.

"Yo-you wouldn't dare!" You said voice loosing its bite as he stared at you.

"Wouldn't I? I mean come on love anal's on the line~" he teased and moved up behind you and slapped your bottom hard enough to make you yip and jerk away.

"Now hop to it... You've got 50 minuets~" he called over his shoulder as he exited the room.

In the end Clarks threat of having you mooney metropolis was too much of a threat and you'd showered and slipped into the body stocking...

But you didn't shave! If they were gonna push through with your whole sex for silence deal then they would live with the consequences! No bare pussy for either of them!

Fuck'em.... or don't? Which was preferable

It wasn't that you didn't enjoy it, it was that you did... a little more then you should have! It frightened you the way you'd enjoyed being used and fought over.

"Oh come on why the long face angel?" August hummed as he opened the glass doors on his rooftop home, the penthouse was shiny sleek and as dark as the man himself.

"Fuck off august!" you grumbled walking right passed him as soon as Clark put you down

"Oh such a foul mouth! We will have to teach you some manners~" the agent quipped as you entered the bare but masculine space, everything was harsh lines and fucked up art pieces of splotching blocky shades of black, red and deep violet.

"Yes she's very snippy today... has been all week, pouting" Clark huffed shrugging. Taking the offered crystal glass with amber liquid.

"Ah we have a brat on our hands then?" August chuckled and walked through the home quickly snagging one of your elbows and directed you to the playroom, not wasting any time.

"Yeah, she doesn't want me to fuck her ass" Clark summarized with a shrug.

"Aww Why not sweety? You loved me fucking your ass? You cried and withered moaning so beautifully~" august hummed into your ear as he pressed you over the threshold into a large windowless room, strip lighting igniting the room in a light red. The devils den so to speak.

"Sh-shut up you prick" you snarled.

Augusts reply was a tsk and he pressed you over to a padded sawhorse and looked to Clark nodding to the ankle and wrist cuffs.

Clark breezed past him quickly securing you down making you curse him, but by this point it was a formality as you had already soaked yourself through.

"Oh would you look at that? Our little brat is eager~" august said with a chuckle and a warm hand probed you lightly making you jolt and try to squirm away.

"Yes I know, she likes denying herself, its strange she knows we will win but Continues to fight?" He said coming around your side ghosting his fingers over your ribs making you shudder.

"Well lets not waste time shall we? I have a few things out ready but first lets get this fitted shall we?" August said menacingly walking around you brandishing a very large O ring gag.

"After all if she's going to throw a tantrum I don't trust her not to bite" he uttered moving towards you.

"I've never thought of using one of those before... it wont hurt her will it?"

"Only her pride Clark trust me even she needs a... dressing down every once in a while" august reassured him.

Your eyes grew wide as the agent approached with the large gag that looked both threatening and enticing, things had been kinky with august but you hadn't ever gone this far into bdsm before. You were scared and still fighting but not as hard? You were curious and being dominated by them last week had... changed you. It had been thrilling to be so out of control.

"Should we... give her a signal or something? Incase it gets to much?" Clark quizzed, he was still all for it but wanted to be mindful of you. He didn't want to hurt you.

"Trust me she's going to love it, but in the case of something going wrong" august directed his attention to you befo4e continuing.

"There is a small desk bell one the inside of the left leg on the saw horse... if thing get too much hit it three times fast and we will get you down" he said seriously.

You frowned as his gaze bored into you, for a second you believed you saw actual concern in his eyes.

It unsettled you, August couldn't really have any feelings towards you could he? I mean this was blackmail!

You nodded quickly to him letting him know you understood.

Then just like that August was haughty again and quickly fixed the gag in your mouth, setting your teeth in the small grooves that was semi comfortable.

"Shes ready when you are~" the agent hummed and stood back.

Clark darted behind you and helped himself to you and august disappeared from sight.

You moaned into the room as your fiancé roamed your folds as if exploring them for the first time.

He was rougher then usual prodding and impaling you fast and hard before slowing and drawing your own arousal over your presented ass.

You withered as Clark used you body, pressing you higher and higher making you teeter on then edge then back away letting you calm down only to work you up again.

"I thought we could... try something... a little bonus for all of us tonight~" you heard august but couldn't see him.

"I'm listening" Clark said as he plunged his fingers back into you harder throwing off your concentration making you cry out.

"I have this" you tried seeing what August had but was too preoccupied with the maddening strokes of clark's fingers as he pounded away at your g-spot forcing you to try and rock on him chasing a high he had already cruely denied you twice.

"What even is that thing?" Cark said not paying attention to you as your body twisted and pulled trying to cum like a desperate whore.

"Here ill show you~" august said and Clarks fingers disappeared from you making you cry out and moan, your pussy tried holding him but it was to drenched to actually grip him.

Then something was pressed into you, large wide and very short.

"Oh-oh fuck?!AH!" You yelped awkwardly around the gag as the toy settled, curved forward and down pressing on your gspot without being held. There was a large flat expanse resting outside of you to, the toy curved in a large C shape.

"Does that go up her?"

"No no, we just pop her little clit in here~ and press the button!" You jerked as august moved you, thick fingers prodding your clit and sat the engorged nub into a small round dip and pressed a button.

You squealed tensing all at once as you felt a suction on your clit and roared.

"Holy shit?" Clark said in awe watching as you keened and tried throwing you weight around on the toy that was held in place by your muscles clenching to it so tightly... It was bittersweet in a way, your own body holding the sweet torturous device on your clit.

"And it gets better, press that one" you hear a small click and arched moaning out as the egg like shape inside of you came to life vibrating against your insides.

Clark watched entranced as you withered this is what he'd been missing out on? Fuck!

August darted around you and strokes you hair watching as Clark stripped behind you unable to wait any longer as you thrashed about trying to rock into the toy.

"Shh shh thats a girl, now deep breath your wonderboy may be a little too enthusiastic if your doing all that squirming~"

You froze feeling Clark poise himself at your well lubed ass then grunted as he thrust forward splitting you open.

Clark hissed and moaned loudly as the vibrating egg not only made you quiver and tense around him already threatening to flood the place but it also rubbed his cock as he rutted you.

"Oh fuck- thats amazing! I cant- I shit babe!?" Clark didn't wait he immediately began pounding in to the tight quivering body before him.

August chuckled once more before releasing his own belt buckle. Not wanting to let your wails and monas go to waste.

They would work wonders on his cock, offering the sweetest of releases as you screamed onto his cock as he lodged it into your throat.

August was never into men, but he could develop a thing for corrupting this huge perfect man.

For now August would let you and Clark think you were in control of the deal. Let this one final night play out.

But the seed was sewn and before long he knew Superman would return wanting to explore more and more of this little sex dungeon. And then he will strike another deal.

Because August wasn't opposed to making a little compromise to get decent pussy. If he had to share with Supes so be it, it looked like he could teach the kid a thing or two and he would gladly, because he had many more toys to tease you both with~

If things went to plan he'd have not one but two desperate little subs. And he couldn't wait!

#henry cavill #clark kent imagine #august walker x reader #clark kent smut #august walker smut #superman smut #superman imagine

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dudeandduchess · 5 years

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Love Her [Shinazugawa Sanemi x F!Reader] Chapter 1

Rating: Slight NSFW Characters: Shinazugawa Sanemi x Former Pillar F!Reader Chapters: 3/5 Summary: Opposites really do attract, but that sentiment ran deeper than weird quirks and personality clashes for Sanemi and his lover. This is a collection of short stories depicting Sanemi’s life with the woman with whom his life began and ended. Word Count: 1,946 Tags: Smut, Making Out, Awkward Sexual Situations, Genya is a Cockblock, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Soft Sanemi (More tags to be added soon.)

***Slight NSFW***

Warning: This chapter has a short, mildly graphic description of a wound that was inflicted on the Reader.

“What do you think you’re doing here with that thing, (Y/n)?” Judging by his tone alone, Shinazugawa Sanemi sounded furious. Yet his lover knew better.

She returned his harsh words with a smile, as well as two pats against his chest when she passed him by. The fluffy dog at her heels followed her into the house, needing no commands as he made a beeline towards the kitchen; with the little bell around his neck tinkling with every step he made.

“I’ve missed you, Sanemi,” (Y/n) admitted with the sweetest of smiles, as she turned to look at her lover— who still stood by the front door. “I hope you missed me, too.”

“Shut up,” The Wind Hashira snapped; though there was no real heat in his voice. He then slammed the shoji shut, before marching over to (Y/n) and cupping her face in his hands.

Instead of getting scared, the shorter woman merely batted her eyelashes at him. It was a move so alluring that he couldn’t resist the temptation to mess her up.

So he did.

In one fell swoop, he had leaned down to roughly slant his lips against hers. Even going as far as to nip at her bottom lip, when she wouldn’t open her mouth.

His kiss was hot and demanding, and he absolutely loved the fact that (Y/n) gave as good as she got. She didn’t shy away from his heavy approach, instead she returned his kisses with the same enthusiasm that she received.

Her hands made their way to his chest, where her fingers traced the raised skin of his scars. And the action didn’t fail to elicit her desired result: a throaty moan from her gruff lover.

(Y/n) then slipped her tongue inside her lover’s mouth; playing with Sanemi’s before urging him to finally explore her mouth.

“(Y/n)-nee-chan, can I give Taro some oha- sorry!”

The couple pulled away from each other at the panicked shout from Genya, Sanemi’s younger brother. Their faces were flushed, and their lips were kiss-swollen, which had both of them averting their gazes from the young man.

Taro’s telltale bell rang in the air, while his feet padded lightly across the wooden floor, as he made his way back to where his mistress was. (Y/n) then looked up at her companion, then sighed heavily when she saw the remnants of ohagi around his muzzle.

“I think it’s too late to ask now, Genya-kun,” The sole female in the room answered with a light laugh. She then cast a glance over at her lover, only to see him barely restraining his anger towards her dog. “Sorry, Sanemi. I’ll make more ohagi for you, okay?”

“This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t bring that damn dog,” The Wind Hashira snapped irately, all while glaring at the white fluff ball that was Taro. Out of all the people who knew (Y/n)’s dog, he was the only one who managed to get mad at the adorable creature.

(Y/n)’s lips pulled up at the corners in a gentle smile and, instead of getting mad at Sanemi, she nodded in acquiescence. He was right, after all. And it wasn’t that he hated her dog; Sanemi’s initial reactions to everything were always anger and irritation, and the (h/c) haired woman understood that. “I’m sorry, Sanemi. He won’t do it again.”

“Damn right he won’t, because he’s not allowed in the kitchen. Forever, (Y/n).” As if understanding Sanemi’s words, Taro let out a quiet whine that made all three pairs of eyes snap towards him.

“Sorry, Taro, ‘Nemi said-” Before (Y/n) could finish, her lover cut through her one-sided conversation with her dog.

“Fine. As long as he doesn’t fucking eat what isn’t given to him,” The Wind Hashira snapped irately, as he crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his gaze at the white fluff ball by his feet.

He didn’t dislike (Y/n)’s dog; in fact, he was grateful to it, because it was the one who had saved her life a year ago. Taro was the one who had called him to save (Y/n).

He’d thought that he was going to lose her, after that lower moon demon had managed to attack her from behind. The bastard had already plunged its hand into (Y/n)’s chest, before he managed to get there and cut its head off.

It had taken a long time for her to heal from the extent of the damage on her lungs but, thankfully, she recovered nicely. Although, she was forbidden to use any of her breathing techniques after that; because putting pressure on her damaged lungs could injure her gravely.

And so, with the loss of her breathing techniques also entailed her resignation from being a Hashira. No matter how much she wanted to keep serving Oyakata-sama, she couldn’t do it anymore.

And so, she had to make a compromise to become a trainer for the Demon Slaying Corps. She was tasked with training the existing Slayers, as well as screening new applicants.

While it wasn’t a very physically taxing job, it was a challenging one; as she couldn’t demonstrate how to properly utilize the Breath of Lightning. As it was, she was trying to branch out a much easier form of breath— one that wouldn’t put too much strain on her lungs. But she hasn’t been fortunate enough to discover anything to help her resume active duty.

“No more snacking, Taro. You heard ‘Nemi,” (Y/n) chided her dog with a warm smile on her face. And, in response, Taro yipped, before excitedly turning in a circle— as if to agree with his mistress’ words.

***

“We should go to the hot springs soon. You need to relax once in a while.” (Y/n)’s soft words cut through the comfortable silence that wrapped around her and Sanemi. Her right hand kept raking through his hair, while her left one laid flat against his chest— feeling his steady heartbeat thrumming beneath her fingers.

Sanemi, from where his head laid on his lover’s lap, opened his eyes to look up at the only woman who made his heart race. And, judging by the slight smile that lit up her features, she had felt how his heartbeat had sped up.

He couldn’t help it; it was an instantaneous reaction to her.

He would never admit it to her, but she was his entire world; everything began and ended with her. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

After spending the majority of his life being strong for his family, most especially Genya, it was a breath of fresh air when he had met (Y/n). With her, he didn’t have to keep up the tough and infallible façade. He could be vulnerable with her and, most notably, he could rely on her to be his constant source of support.

She allowed him to vent his frustrations, and rely on her; not because she felt sorry for him, nor thought that he was a charity case, but because she loved him tremendously.

(Y/n) always heard him out and allowed him to come to conclusions himself. She never forced him to believe in something, instead she would patiently explain things to him and wait for him to figure things out on his own; that gave him the freedom to think for himself, while also taking her points into consideration.

She didn’t coddle him, nor did she hover over his shoulder like an overbearing lover. The short woman trusted that Sanemi would always try his best to come back to her. And he loved that about her.

Sanemi loved many things about (Y/n); so many that it would probably take him a day and a half to enumerate all of them.

(Y/n) was the balm to his soul that he had wanted and needed for a long time.

He just regretted not acting on his feelings sooner. Had he done so, they would have been officially together for five years already, instead of two. But, as she always told him, time was nothing but a social construct; it was something that humans invented to constrain themselves to a routine, or a deadline.

Yes, she was a free-spirited thinker; which was the exact opposite of Sanemi.

For all of her good qualities though, the one thing that got on his nerves was her tendency to defy him at almost every turn. She didn’t stand for anyone’s bullshit, most of all his bullshit.

Sanemi had thought that, what with her being the prestigious daughter of a kyūdojo owner, she would have been meek and acquiescent. Her kind nature had also led him to believe that she needed constant protection, even from himself, but he was wrong with that assumption.

(Y/n) could shoot people down with her mere words. She was never unkind or unjust, but she did have a barbed tongue.

Even Iguro— the Snake Hashira— didn’t dare cross her, because he knew that she could ruin his meticulously built self-esteem in one fell swoop.

She was that tenacious.

And while it was funny to see Iguro skirt around (Y/n) so carefully, (Y/n)’s interactions with Shinobu made for frightening meetings; especially when the two of them didn’t agree on things. It was like watching two smiling pandas taking turns at hitting each other with bamboo.

The vision of (Y/n) as a panda made Sanemi crack a tiny grin, which made the (h/c) haired woman tilt her head in curiosity. “What’s so funny, Sanemi?”

Slowly, the silver-haired Hashira lifted his left hand up and grasped her face in his hands. His fingers gently pressed against her soft cheeks, before proceeding to squish her soft skin twice. “You. As a panda.”

“Am I a cute panda?”

The teasing remark burning on the tip of Sanemi’s tongue died instantly. And, while he silently cursed himself for being so soft around her, the words spilled from his lips, “The cutest.”

(Y/n)’s answering smile was so warm and pure that it made the normally-abrasive man feel all warm inside. Seeing her smile was akin to having the sun’s rays shining down on him; it was warm and wholesome; most of all, he knew that it was good for him.

“Thank you, ‘Nemi,” The smiling woman answered, then continued, “Well, you seem like you would make a very cute tanuki. An angry one, though.”

Sanemi’s eyes widened, before they narrowed into an unamused glare. His eyebrows were furrowed in mild disbelief and, in retaliation, he growled out, “I’ll show you who’s an angry tanuki.”

And that was when he abruptly leaned up to press an angry kiss against (Y/n)’s lips.

Instantaneously, the hand that was still in his hair tightened, while the hand on his chest drifted down to rest against his evident set of sculpted abdominal muscles.

Their kiss progressed to the point where Sanemi had started sucking on (Y/n)’s tongue to tease her, while (Y/n) allowed her left hand to drift lower; low enough to cup her lover’s dick through his pants.

Slowly, the (h/c) haired woman massaged Sanemi’s rapidly hardening erection through the fabric of his trousers, which elicited a throaty groan from his lips. And she was just about to unzip his fly, when the quiet whine from one corner of the room made the couple jump.

Reluctantly, Sanemi pulled away from (Y/n), before sendind a scathing glare towards Taro— who sat upright with a pleading expression on his face. “That damn dog.”

NOTE: Hello, everyone! I'm finally done with this. I'm sorry if it took a while. I was trying to incorporate everyone's suggestions, and this is the best that I could manage for the time being. It was supposed to be heavily smutty for the first chapter, but I decided to make it fluffy and humorous instead. Bc I needed a little more humor in my life. Ahaha.

I hope you guys liked this chapter! Please, if you have any suggestions or requests, feel free to message me. <3

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laylacooke · 4 years

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Sympathy For The Devil || Ariana, Ulfric, & Layla

timing: Friday night (6/19) parties: @letsbenditlikebennett, @big-bad-ulf, & @laylacooke summary: Ari & Ulf vs. Layla. What’s the worst that could happen? warnings: violence, including a rock being used as a weapon.

“I can smell you, Little Wolf. You might as well come out to play.” Layla’s eyes scanned the area for her best friend. Since the fight at the arcade, all had been revealed about who the redheaded wolf had become, and the only worry she held was the fear of having to give up the one thing that was giving her freedom from feeling anything at all; the fidget spinner. “I know you brought the Big Red Mutt with you, too, because, you know...being inseparable and all.” She continued to look around waiting and watching for what the other teenage werewolf had up her sleeve, but Layla had a plan of her own in mind, and if all went accordingly, she wouldn’t be the only heartless monster walking White Crest.

If there was one thing that never failed to make Ariana become annoyed, it was being called little. The fact she was also calling Ulfric a mutt and making their connection seem like a bad thing only furthered the swell of anger that threatened to spill over. She stifled a growl, keeping herself hidden in the brush, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. She’d been a little suspect when Blanche told her about the car thing, but when Layla admitted to killing a man and how much she seemed to enjoy talking about, Ariana was sure she’d done something with that damn fidget spinner. She’d warned her to be careful with it and now here they were, having to hunt her down to keep her from going psycho wolf on the whole town. She looked to Ulfric and mouthed, “Sorry,” for Layla’s rude comment and gave a firm nod, to communicate they’d let her get a little closer before revealing themselves.

Ulfric felt himself bristle at Layla’s words, letting out a low hiss from between clenched teeth. He knew though, that it was just a tactic to get them to give away their position and the advantage that came with the element of surprise. If it weren’t for the antagonistic context in which they were being employed, he might have felt proud of the young redhead’s adept understanding of battle strategy. As it was, he forced himself to release some of the tension the taunts had stirred within him, digging his heels firmly into the forest floor to ground him and shrugging in Ariana’s direction to let her know he could take whatever she was dishing out. He held up one finger, obscured by the large oak he was crouched behind to signal to Ari to wait. As soon as Layla stepped just a bit closer, or turned her back on them, they’d pounce, and they could dispose of the nefarious and utterly ridiculous toy that was apparently behind all this.

“Oh, come on. Like I said, I can smell you both. Barely. Considering you broke my fucking nose, Ariana. And neither of you don’t exactly smell like daisies and sunshine. Really should do something about that dog smell, if you want to play hide-n-seek.” She paced the area getting impatient with their games. She knew the reason they had come to play. The fidget spinner, and this time Layla wasn’t taking it out, until she knew she had an airtight hold on Ariana. The device had already been damaged in the previous fight, and Layla had started glitching in terms of the way she felt and the clarity of her mind; a simple hairline crack already doing plenty of damage. And as she continued to scour the area with narrowed eyes and her usually highly sensitive nose, now damaged, she finally picked up on a scent, “And Bingo was their name-o…” Stepping closer, she forced her claws to come out; the control over herself, greater than it once was, and now on the ready to attack and use force if need be.

Ariana rolled her eyes at the whole dog smell thing. As if that was supposed to be some kind of insult. She was a wolf, smelling a bit animalistic was part of the package and she saw no shame in that. It was evident Layla wanted to get a reaction out of her and her annoyance spiked, but not enough to completely reveal herself before she had the ideal position to pounce. Peeking through the leaves, she saw Layla extend her claws. When did she get so good at that anyway? She was honing in on their scent, but she was close enough for her to grab her before she realized it. If Layla was going to be fighting with claws again, Ariana figured it’d be best for her to follow suit, not willing to give her any advantage. This ended tonight. She looked to Ulfric, communicating with a nod, before reaching out and snatching at Layla’s ankle to pull her down to the ground. Now that she was finally revealed, she grumbled, “Oh, shut up already.”

The boldness and control Layla displayed now was surprising, the opposite of the frightened, turbulent teenager he had come to know. Was that what she’d wished for when she’d used the hypnotic prize on herself? To be everything she wasn’t. Ulfric felt a sharp tug of guilt at the thought, knowing the words he’d said and his distrustful attitude towards her when she first arrived had likely played a part in fueling that desire within her. One distinction between the girl who goaded them now and the one he’d gotten familiar withstood out as possibly giving him and Ari an edge though; while Layla was usually a ball of insecurities this version had taken that to the other extreme and was absurdly arrogant. It will be her downfall, the older wolf thought just as Ari grabbed her ankle to cause her to literally stumble. “Where is it? Where is the gadget spanner?!” He roared, bursting from his hiding place on the opposite side to shoulder charge the girl and help the purple-haired wolf pin her to the ground. “Hand it over, now!”

They still refused to come out and her patience was wearing thin. However, one swift jerk to the leg and she was down with a bit of a yip as she felt Ariana’s claws slightly dig in. Huffing after having the wind knocked out of her, Layla realized if she didn’t want to get caught, she was going to have to scramble fast. And even though the other young wolf had a death grip on the redhead’s ankle, she tugged, feeling skin and jean being ripped, but before she could get away, she felt the weight of Ulf pinning her as well. Letting out a growl, she squirmed managing to at least free one arm where she revealed her own claws and pulled a hand back ready to give Ulfric a swipe, “You’re never going to find it, so let me go!!!” With everything in her, she fought to free herself and keep the precious fidget spinner safe.

Under better circumstances, Ulfric’s booming voice calling it a gadget spanner would have put an amused smirk on her face. At the moment, her anger toward Layla took precedence and she kept a firm grip on her ankle, her claws causing skin and jeans to rip as the red headed wolf tried to rip herself free from her grip. Ariana let out a low growl as Layla tried to break free from their grip. She snarled, “Just give it up, Layla. You’re only making it worse for yourself.” Why she even bothered trying to reason with her, she wasn’t sure, but she quickly yanked on Layla’s leg, claws sinking in just a little deeper when she saw her going for Ulfric. It was clear she wasn’t willingly going to hand the fidget spinner over or leave with them. Ariana was still crouched low to the ground and used her knee to fully pin her other leg to the ground, not daring to give her the chance to run off and do any real damage.

Ulfric’s growl echoed with the other’s as he just dodged Layla’s strike, her claws dragging and then snagging in the thick khaki fabric of his jacket sleeve. He quickly took advantage of the disruption to her momentum to seize hold of that arm, the arm that she’d injured early into her stay in White Crest and roll away with her, holding it in a contorted, uncomfortable position. “Have you forgotten amidst your little spree,” the wolf’s low voice rumbled in between grunts as she struggled between him and Ari. “That you’re not the only one capable of inflicting damage?” When necessary, he added internally not wanting to dilute the threat implied in his unflinching hold and words. He found it wasn’t difficult to conjure enough anger to seem menacing though, the mounting frustrations he’d felt building up over the last few week’s provided authentic fuel, even he remained reluctant to cause the redhead harm. “You want to be the big bad wolf, Rødhette? Well, if you don’t tell us where the device is will give you something to really howl about.”

The young wolf cried out in pain as Ariana’s claws dug deep into her leg, immediately bringing blood to the surface. Twinzies. It was only fair though. She had done a number on the wolf the other night at the arcade. And any attempt to remove Clifford from the picture was out of the question as he pinned her arm. The God-awful angle it was at had her quivering. Between claws in her leg and the threat of her arm and hand being broken, Layla was trapped. She whimpered as she knew defeat hung heavy in the air, but her mind was telling her otherwise, like a rabid animal with no sense of self-control, and she snarled as her breathing quickened, and she tried to force a shift. Body beginning to ache and the earliest signs of lycanthropy coming into play. Without the fear that had once lingered in her small form, she had more control and power over herself, and if it was going to be an all-out wolf fight, then so be it.

The whole intimidating vibe Ulf was giving off was clearly working. Ariana could feel Layla squirming underneath her grip as she tried to transform. This wasn’t a side of Ulf she was familiar with, but she didn’t find herself frightened by it. It wasn’t directed at her and she doubted it ever would be. She tried to mirror it, her own growl coming out louder as she focused on keeping Layla’s legs still. They weren’t deep enough in the woods for an all-out wolf brawl. “Ulf,” she urged, “You have to knock her out. She’s trying to fully shift.”

Ulfric hesitated for a moment at Ariana’s plea. As much as the overheated blood pumping through his veins sung out that he needed to hit something, the thought of directing that energy at Layla gave him pause. Layla had undoubtedly been spurred on to using the hypnotic toy by being unable to cope with her first taste of blood, which had only happened because Celeste hadn’t been there to help her at the full moon, which had only happened because he’d failed to keep her safe. How much further would the ripples of pain from that one-night spread? How much more suffering would he have to inflict on his charges before the mistakes he’d made then were finally dealt with? Layla strained and growled beneath his grasp. Guilt wouldn’t slow her down in her rampage against them and the entire town, he reminded himself as he scrambled for large rock with his free hand, he couldn’t afford to let it hold him back now either. He struck, and the arm he was holding went limp.

“Get the ropes from the back of the truck. Quickly.” Ulfric instructed Ariana between huffs. “I’ll search for the damned devil widget.” With all the tact and patience, he could muster, which was close to none, he searched the young redhead’s pockets until he found it. He only glanced at the device to confirm it, unsure of how easily it’s power could be triggered. It felt so light though, so flimsy between his fingers compared to the rock that weighed heavily in his other hand. All it would take was one good whack and it would be smashed to pieces on the forest floor. He stood and surveyed Layla’s unconscious form, in sleep she resembled the frightened girl they knew much more than the force of destruction she’d been moments before. With aggravated yell that dissipated into a resigned sigh, he threw the rock into the trees away from them, zipping the device securely inside his inner jacket pocket. As much as he wanted all this to be over, he couldn’t risk losing that girl.

Calmer now, he stooped to pick the young redheaded wolf up. Like the cursed toy, she too felt worryingly light and breakable in his arms. Clutching her tighter, he carried her over to where Ariana was waiting at the truck, readying the restraints. “What are we going to do with you?” He murmured to Layla. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked himself since they’d become acquainted, but he found himself more disturbed than ever at not knowing the answer.

#para: sympathy for the devil #big-bad-ulf #letsbenditlikebennett #saga: the dark side #wickedswriting

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The morning after Mauhír and Okash had had their vicious fight over you, the Uruk stirred early, as usual, and grunted softly. You had been awake for only a short time, having warily watched the chief rise and leave the tent from the other side. Okash was nowhere to be seen, and you’d guessed she hadn’t returned last night. You honestly hoped she was lying passed out in a ditch full of warg shit.

You shifted slightly and realised that Mauhír was still pressed up close against your back, only now, his hips ground ever so slightly against you, and his left hand twitched suddenly, knuckly fingers clenching as his weighty arm lay draped across your waist. His hard length pressed against you too, and you felt a stirring of heat in your own groin that was most unexpected, given the circumstances of your captivity.

You rolled over just enough to be able to look at him and lay there a while, simply watching his sleeping form. Every now and again he let out a deep, guttural grunt which usually coincided with a sharper roll of his hips. His face was still puffy and tender from the blows his sister had dealt him, and his purplish brown skin had darkened under the bruises which covered his scarred face. As he slowly climbed to the surface of consciousness, his eyes opened and he blinked, looking straight at you.

“Pleasant dreams?” you asked coyly, and his tusked smile made you snort with laughter. He wasn’t in the least bit embarrassed about the nature of his dreams.

“Yes,” he rasped, deep voice made even thicker than usual by the extensive swelling and bruising. “You want… I stop?”

Crushingly, you didn’t get the chance to say one way or the other, because the chief re-entered, striding across the hide-strewn floor, and yelled something at Mauhír without looking at him, grabbing his huge war axe from where it rested beside his own sleeping furs.

“What is it?” you asked as Mauhír levered himself upright, still sporting an impressive hard on that was visible through his underclothes, though for how much longer you weren’t sure because the war horns were sounding, harsh and cruel on the morning air. He dressed hurriedly into his leather and fur wrappings.

Mauhír grunted in pain as he straightened and prepared to head out. “War band,” he said. “Centaurs.”

“Centaurs… You think…?”

“I think your friend is stupid,” he growled.

If Erica had convinced the centaurs to come raiding against this belligerent band of Uruk Hai, then she was indeed foolish. “She wouldn’t…”

“Stay here,” he snarled, grabbing his own war axe and hefting its weight in his scarred hand.

When you scowled at him, he leaned down and grabbed your tunic by the collar, hauling your whole body up off the furs by at least a foot and leaning in close to snarl in your face.

“Stay. Here.” His voice was threatening in a way that you’d not witnessed before and he shook you emphatically with each word as though you were a disobedient pup.

“You’re frightened,” you whispered, seeing a new light in his puffy, golden eye.

“For you,” he said, dropping you unceremoniously back into the furs. He strode away, whistling to Avhundas, who was already pacing in the main space of the tent, ears pricked and her ugly face alert and wary.

He didn’t look back at you as he made his way to the tent flaps, and you sat up sharply and called after him, “Mauhír!”

Only then did he pause, and he squinted, clearly having a hard time seeing you with his one remaining, bruised eye. He looked honestly incredible; his dark, purplish-brown legs built like tree trunks, powerful thighs barely covered by the leather wrapping he wore around his hips like a gladiator, his torso covered only by his scars, and his long hair hanging down his back in a bead and bone studded braid.

“Please be careful,” you whispered.

He grinned at you, scars stretching on his face, and nodded once before striding out into the daylight.

Beyond, the camp seemed to have exploded.

Tramping feet, clanking weapons, blaring horns and the yipping and yowling of wargs formed a chaotic backdrop to your own fear, and you crept closer to the tent flaps and peered out.

Okash was there, yelling at a group of Uruks who had just mounted up onto their own wargs. Avhundas was one of them, and Mauhír kept her at the back until Okash jabbed a finger at him and then pointed at the main camp gate. He simply nodded, no sign of their previous feud in his features, and dug his heels into his warg’s side. She sprang away at a gallop, large as a horse and muscular as an ox, and the pair had vanished through the camp gates in seconds.

“Be safe,” you prayed aloud. He was clearly a scout and had been sent to recce the situation.

A while later, Okash and the others followed him, with seemingly all of the other orcs in the camp proceeding on foot behind them. The excitement in the air was palpable, and you felt sick from their collective blood lust. You couldn’t help wondering that perhaps if you’d gone with Erica you could have stopped all this from ever happening.

The appearance of a figure right in front of you made you jump and you startled backwards into the tent before realising it was another human. Simon, the blacksmith’s apprentice from your village, had been sent to work the forge fire with the Uruk smith, and he crouched down in front of you and hissed, “Relax; it’s only me.”

“What’s going on?” you asked, recovering quickly.

“As far as I can tell, a group of centaurs was spotted not far off wearing war gear and carrying spears. Ghorga seemed to think they were only scouting though, not intent on raiding…”

“Ghorga?”

“The smith,” he explained. “How have you been? I haven’t seen much of you around the camp, except at mealtimes when you serve the orcs their food…”

You shuddered, recalling hands on you in places you really didn’t want Uruk hands. Well, save perhaps for Mauhír’s. The thought so startled you that you nearly didn’t reply, but you cleared your throat and said, “It’s… It’s been better lately. Mauhír has sort of taken me under his wing a bit.”

Simon smiled. “Good. Ghorga’s kind of done the same with me.”

“Is she out with the others too now?”

He shook his head. “No, but she let me go see what was going on. Listen, I heard Erica escaped?”

Cold fear shot through you as you recalled the events of that evening, and you nodded. “Yeah. She ran away while Mauhír and his sister were fighting last night.”

“You think this has anything to do with that? You think we could escape too?”

You shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t see how we can…”

“We could drug their food…” Simon suggested.

The thought had occurred to you, but you didn’t have access to any poisons.

Glancing across the courtyard, you saw that Argash’s hut seemed abandoned and quiet, and you’d glimpsed a number of plants growing which might be useful in concocting a poison that would render them unconscious if slipped into their wine. “They’ll want to celebrate tonight when they get back,” you said, thinking on your feet. “They’ll all be drinking. If we can poison their wine, then the humans can escape the same way Erica did while they’re all unconscious.”

“You wouldn’t kill them?” he asked darkly.

“I don’t think there’s going to be enough poison for that,” you said carefully. “If I can even find any at all…”

After a little more discussion, you and Simon decided that you would head over to Argash’s hut and see what you could find. If you could prepare the poison and slip it into the wine casks on the far side of camp before they returned, you stood a chance of escaping. It was a slim hope, but it was all you had, and you didn’t intend to spend the rest of your life as a slave in an Uruk war camp. You also decided to keep this between you, in case anyone squealed in the hopes of getting preferential treatment from their captors. Plus, if it failed, no one’s hopes would be dashed but your own.

You walked carefully but confidently over to Argash’s little hut while Simon headed to the edge of the encampment to keep an eye open for any remaining orcs. Most of them seemed to have charged out onto the plains with only the thought of bloodsports in their minds, but if Ghorga had remained, then others would probably have done so too.

At the tent flaps of Argash’s home, you paused, straining all your senses. You couldn’t hear anyone stirring within. You hovered there, tense and frightened, before taking a deep breath and stepping inside. It was dark and your eyes took a while to adjust, but when they did, you almost screamed with shock. Sitting in the centre of her hovel was the old, gnarled, white-haired Uruk.

And she was looking straight at you with suspicious, red eyes.

“What are you doing in here, human?” she growled without getting up.

“I… um…” Your heart thudded so hard against your ribs that its frantic rhythm was all you were aware of until you croaked, “Forgive me for intruding. I thought… since I was a healer in my village, that I might be able to… help you… when they get back… in case anyone is injured…”

A slow, cruel smile spread across her gnarled face. “Really,” she said sarcastically. “And why would you want to do that?”

You shrugged, aiming for nonchalant and missing by a mile. It looked more like a nervous twitch than anything else. “Figured I might as well offer. If you don’t need another pair of hands, I’ll take my leave.” And you bowed awkwardly, hoping to back out of the entrance before she could decide that you’d been there for more nefarious reasons.

“Wait,” the old Uruk snarled, rising stiffly and grabbing a knotted walking cane from nearby. Her knuckly hands gripped it and you realised with a jolt that it was made from the horn of a huge creature, perhaps an aurochs, and was carved with a repeating design of skulls.

“Yes?” you croaked, mouth completely dry, throat constricting with fear.

“Come here…” and she shuffled to the back of her round yurt and drew out a bag of tools which she unrolled with relish on a table. “You know how to stitch a wound?”

You nodded.

“And you know what these are?” she said, waving a surprisingly steady hand over an array of pots and salves on the table beside the tool roll.

You shook your head this time and she smiled that yellow smile again. “Come here then and tell me.”

You worked out that most of the salves were made with honey, to help with healing and to prevent infection, and as you worked your way through them, sniffing and inspecting, she seemed quietly pleased with your knowledge.

“I don’t know what that one is though,” you said, pointing at the last one in the row.

Her nasty smile told you that it probably wasn’t a pleasant concoction. “It’s made of naga venom and the sting of a giant wasp,” she said, “Among other things. I use it most commonly on amputations after cauterising the stump.”

“Right,” you said, feeling a bit faint. There hadn’t been much call for amputations in the village where you’d lived before the Uruks had razed it to the ground.

“Works a treat on burns, though the pain is ten times worse than the burn itself for a while. I think I can use you,” she added, apparently satisfied.

She kept you there until the sound of returning Uruks heralded the end of the fighting, hours later. They were laughing, jeering, and whooping, and singing some kind of terrible song that made your bones crawl at the sound of it.

Argash stepped outside, leaving you alone in her tent. On the table before you were dried seeds which you had identified as henbane. Perfect. While these were poisonous to humans, they had the effect of rendering larger creatures like orcs and Uruks unconscious for hours, sometimes even days. You bit your lip and carefully slid them into your pocket with the blade of a knife, mindful not to touch them with your bare skin.

You followed Argash outside a moment later and gasped when you saw what the returning Uruks had with them. Between three wargs, none of which you recognised, a centaur was being dragged along the ground by the hooves, and he was dead, no mistaking it. Looking away from the gruesome sight before your stomach emptied itself, you scanned every face, searching for Mauhír, but there was no sign of him. A frantic fear bubbled up your throat like acrid bile and you stepped forwards unthinkingly, drawing Okash’s eye as you did so.

She laughed as she swung down off her own black warg and said, “Don’t worry, little human, your runt will be coming soon.”

Relief washed through you and your knees wobbled. Argash caught the reaction and tilted her head slightly but offered no comment on her private thoughts.

A moment later, a screaming neigh split the air and six huge Uruks appeared in the gateway to the camp with cruel lassos lashed around a centaur who was thrashing and kicking, bleeding and screaming. He was covered in bite marks and gashes, but even bloodied he was not giving up. Four wargs prowled, one on each side, one in front and the last behind him, and the one at the rear was Avhundas. She had blood on her muzzle and one of her ears was ripped, but sitting astride her was Mauhír.

When he saw you standing with Argash, his eyes lit up with fear, but he quickly masked it. He was carrying his arm awkwardly in his lap, and you realised his shoulder was dislocated. He was also cut on his ribs by what looked like a glancing kick from a centaur’s hoof.

He swung down off Avhundas’ back and strode over to Argash, who shook her head, tutting, and handed you her walking cane. It was heavier than it looked. The gentleness with which she put his shoulder back into place surprised you, and he only grunted his thanks and looked at you.

“I said stay there,” he said petulantly, jutting his blunt chin at his father’s tent.

“I came to see if I could be of any help to Argash,” you countered with a hot snarl, and the orcish healer laughed, ruffling your hair with her leathery hand.

“The human is knowledgeable, Mauhír,” she said before turning to you and added, “Perhaps you should have seen to your master…”

“He’s not my master,” you snarled, but Argash only snorted and shook her head, the bone and metal beads clacking in her hair.

Mauhír’s expression seemed proud at your defiance beneath the bruises on his face. “Come,” he said. “You heal these,” he grunted, pointing to the bleeding cuts on his body, “Then drink.”

You nodded, guilt blooming in the pit of your stomach.

As you walked behind him towards the main tent, you caught Simon’s eye and nodded once. He flashed a grin and turned away.

Mauhír’s dark growl made you look up at him, and you realised that he’d seen your interaction with Simon and misread it completley. When you smiled and made to follow him inside the tent, he sneered at you and brought the flat of his hand to the middle of your chest and pushed you backwards, hard. You landed heavily in the dirt, winded and confused, and he looked down at you with disgust in his eyes. “You are not mine.”

“Mauhír,” you said, but he rounded on you and spat his words out as though they were nightshade.

“Not speak my name,” he snarled. “Go. Go him…”

With a heavy heart, you realised that now was the perfect opportunity to poison the wine, so you picked yourself up and headed away from Mauhír towards the stores before they could begin to crack the casks open and start celebrating. Everyone was preoccupied with either tying up the captive centaur in the middle of the camp, lashing his hooves to four posts driven into the ground so that he had to stand with his legs splayed and his wrists tied to the front two posts, or with dangling the corpse of the other centaur off the palisade wall as a sick trophy.

You didn’t linger to watch either.

With the seeds administered equally to each cask, all you could do was wait. You prayed it would be enough. It wasn’t exactly as though you’d had time to measure out doses after all…

The celebrations began not long after that, with some orcs taking turns to sit on the centaur’s back as though he were a wild horse to be broken, degrading him and humiliating him while he could do nothing but stand there while they sat astride him until his legs shook. His shame was enough to turn your stomach. You decided that once the orcs were asleep, you would free him too.

‘If’ the orcs fell asleep…

For the first hour, they showed no signs of being affected in even the least little bit by the narcotic. They grew rowdier and rowdier by the minute, though you were pleased to note that Mauhír was nowhere to be seen. You assumed that he had remained in his father’s tent, but you weren’t about to go and check. If he didn’t want to see you any more, well, that just made leaving all the easier.

When the first orc went down, it was met with a cheer and a round of fresh drinks.

When the second and the third collapsed a few minutes later, the others began to look nervously around and reach for weapons. You stayed silently out of the way, sitting with Simon in the lea of the small forge, watching the orcs stagger and sway and finally hit the dirt.

When all of the orcs around the fire were finally down, you and Simon nodded at each other, and he handed you a dagger from Ghorga’s collection.

“I’ll free the centaur,” you said. “You start gathering the others. I’ll meet you outside the gate.”

He nodded once and set off at a run.

As you approached the centaur, he looked at you with wary, white eyes rolling and his chest heaving. He was exhausted but clearly his adrenaline had spiked again at your appearance from the shadows.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” you said slowly, showing him the dagger. “I’m going to cut you loose. Tell me, did a woman named Erica find your herd last night?”

He nodded, tapering ears pressed flat against his flame-red hair. “Yes,” he croaked. “She said more humans were captured here.”

“Is that why your war party rode out?”

Again, the centaur nodded. “We were only scouting. They must have seen us in the distance and decided to attack.” He tossed the unconscious Uruks a disdainful look and turned back to you. “Was that your doing?”

You nodded and got to work on the ropes without waiting to see his reaction. Sawing through the thick ropes was slow going, even with the sharp blade, but eventually he was free and he staggered slightly before skittering out of the crude holding pen, haunches tucked nervously and dancing round in an apprehensive circle.

Simon appeared a second or two later with a group of humans following him like nervous ducklings, and you looked around and nodded. Everyone was here.

Turning back to the centaur, you said, “Will you take us to your herd?”

He nodded. “You can’t stay with us though,” he said. “You bring too much attention from these bastards. My name is Iarla, by the way. Come on, we shouldn’t hang around.”

You corralled the others into a group and turned to go, knife still in hand.

As you brought up the rear, something made you halt in the gateway and you turned to see Mauhír standing at the entrance of his father’s tent, holding the flaps to one side with his left hand. He was the only one who had not been present at the festivities, and he watched you and then nodded once, disappearing back into the shadows and letting the flap drop.

A hand on your shoulder made you jump, but it was Iarla. “Come on. Let’s go.”

You nodded and set off.

The trek to the centaur’s camp wasn’t all that arduous, but your feet still felt bruised and your legs like lead by the time you got there. Erica met you with a shriek of delight, and to your immense joy, you found that your older brother and the other humans who had been sent to the neighbouring Uruk tribe as tribute had been rescued perhaps four days earlier and were recovering well.

The reunion festivities were tempered however by the other centaur’s death and, more personally for you, your deception of Mauhír. You felt honestly terrible about it, but he had seen you go - let you go, even - and perhaps he was glad that you were out here, safe, and away from them.

You made plans with the centaurs to ride south in the morning, some of them even offering to let you ride on their backs to speed you on your way. Iarla was particularly grateful to you, and honoured you by offering to let you ride on his back. You accepted, despite not being particularly familiar with riding equine creatures. When you admitted as much, he just tossed his ginger head and laughed. “You let me do the work,” he said. “You just hold tight, and I’ll take care of everything.”

You curled up in a canvas tent that night and dreamed of Mauhír. You remembered in astonishing detail the way his body had felt against yours, the way his heat had seeped into your skin, the hardness of his muscles and of his morning wood against your body, and the gruff kindness in his voice. You missed him. And you worried for him.

Your brother woke some time after midnight and found you sitting up, hugging your knees, staring off into the darkness, and he touched you lightly on the shoulder. “What’s up, kiddo?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you said, and as the lie rolled across your tongue, an alarm call went up from the centaur on watch.

You and your brother shot out of the tent and, illuminated by the moonlight washing over the cool, whispering grasses, you saw the figure of a warg walking slowly over the grasslands, up the rise towards the camp. At first you thought she was alone and when you rushed forwards crying, “Avhundas!” you were immediately held back by two centaurs, one of which was Iarla. “Let me go!” you hissed. “That’s Mauhír’s warg!”

“I don’t care who’s filthy animal that is,” Iarla growled. “I’m going to kill it!” There was an ash spear in his hand already.

“Wait!” you yelled, seeing something slumped over the shoulders of the warg. You wriggled free of the centaur’s grasp like a rabbit and shot forwards over the scrubby heathland towards Avhundas, calling her name in the hopes that she would recognise you and not attack.

She did recognise you and yipped softly, and as you drew level to her you saw that the figure draped across her shoulders was Mauhír, and that he was in a terrible state. He had an arrow sticking out of his ribs, and he was cut and bloodied beyond what you’d seen him endure at the hands of his sister.

“Come on, girl,” you said, turning around and leading the anxious warg into the camp. “If anyone hurts this warg or Mauhír I will kill them,” you said, the warning flashing in your eyes. The centaurs saw the sincerity in your words and nodded warily, though in truth there wasn’t much you could have done to stop them if they had turned on him. “He kept me alive, and he let me escape. Let me help him,” you demanded quietly.

Iarla snorted and stamped a hoof, coming closer, rearing and plunging. “That bastard is one of the ones who brought me in, bound with lassos like a common plains donkey!” he whickered.

“Did he lay a finger on you?” you countered hotly. “Did he hurt you?”

Iarla’s ears went back. “No,” he admitted. “But inaction is the same as action when it comes to injustice.”

“What was he supposed to do? Fight his entire clan singlehandedly for you?” you shouted. “He let you go, Iarla. He watched you leave tonight and did nothing to stop you. He as good as set you free. Will you deny him aid?”

“No,” the centaur scout said sullenly. “And neither will I stop you tending to him. But he leaves with you in the morning, or he dies here tonight.”

You nodded gruffly and signalled Avhundas to follow you, which she did.

“Lie down, girl,” you said, pointing at the ground at your feet. She got the message and carefully lay herself down. Despite the efforts she took not to jostle Mauhír, who was still draped across her shoulders, he slid onto the ground beside her, mercifully not onto his right side where the arrow was lodged. That was going to be a bugger to get out cleanly.

You used every ounce of your medical training that night in stitching him up and cleaning the wounds. The centaurs refused to help in the surgery, but they did provide you with silk and a needle, clean water and bandages.

He had clearly been beaten within an inch of his life before he’d managed to escape on Avhundas. It was only as you finished with Mauhír that you noticed the gash in the warg’s hind leg. She hadn’t even limped. You cleaned that, not without her snapping at you, but after a stern bop on the nose, she had behaved herself and allowed you to tend to her as well.

Simon came over when you were just bandaging the still unconscious Uruk up - with some considerable difficulty, and he looked at you with confusion and hurt in his eyes. “You’d treat one of them?” he asked harshly. “After what they did for you?”

“Mauhír protected me from his sister,” you said. “He fought with her to keep me from being humiliated and used and hurt, Simon. I trust him. I don’t trust any of the others further than I could throw them, but I trust him. Why else did Avhundas bring him here? He means us no harm.”

Simon just shook his head and stalked off.

It was another tense hour before Mauhír regained consciousness. He swallowed thickly and sat up, grunting, before you could stop him.

“Careful!” you yipped. “Fuck, Mauhír, you nearly died. Are you alright?”

“Where…?” he asked.

“Avhundas brought you to me, to the centaurs. You’re going to be alright, Mauhír.”

He nodded and brought his hand to the thick bandages around his ribs. “Thank you,” he said and then looked up at you. “Is that right? ‘Thank you’?”

You smiled and took his jaw in your palm. He leaned into it, closing his eyes. “Yes, Mauhír,” you said. “That’s right.”

“I cannot… go back,” he said. “I go… for you.”

“I know,” you said. “Thank you. It’s going to be alright.”

He sighed and his eyes fluttered as he fought to remain conscious. His blind eye drifted slightly when he was tired, and you smiled at the unexpected softness in him. “Sleep now, Mauhír. We have to leave in the morning. They won’t let us stay here any longer than that.”

The Uruk nodded and lay back, staring at the sky above him and the canopy of stars. You lay down on his uninjured side and snuggled close while Avhundas curled up behind his head and set herself on guard duty for the rest of the night.

You let your hands play over the solid, iron muscles of his abs and stomach, and he smiled, growling softly in pleasure like a big cat as you eased him towards sleep.

When dawn came, he woke suddenly and sat up, unceremoniously dislodging you from your perch on his shoulder. You expressed your displeasure with a curse and a light smack on his forearm, and he grinned playfully at you, tusks glinting in the dawn light.

The rest of the temporary camp was stirring and beginning their usual morning routines, and it wasn’t long before Mauhír was on his feet. The centaurs had no food for Avhundas, but Mauhír shared with her the hunk of bread they tossed him, and when you had all eaten, the humans and Mauhír gathered at the edge of camp, preparing to ride out with the centaurs.

Iarla gave Mauhír such a look of caustic hatred that you thought the two might come to blows, but Mauhír only ducked his head and mounted Avhundas, wincing as he landed gently on her back, clearly jolting the arrow wound in his ribs. Uruks healed quickly, but not that quickly.

You rode with the others in silence to the edge of the centaurs’ usual territory, and then further into the lusher, verdant valleys you knew from childhood.

“We’re almost home,” you said to Mauhír as you recognised the old lightning-blasted oak tree on the hill outside the remnants of your town.

“What will you do?” Iarla asked when he saw the blackened shells of the buildings, cold now and lying in disarray along the hard-packed dirt of the road.

You sighed. “I suppose they’ll rebuild…”

“And you?”

You looked over at Mauhír, riding silently on the edge of the cavalcade. “I suppose we’ll see…”

The Uruk managed a weak smile and you thanked Iarla for letting you ride him. “It can’t have been easy for you,” you said carefully in a quiet voice that only he could hear, “After what they did to you…”

He laughed wryly. “It was only too easy,” he said lightly. “You, I owe. Them… Them I’m going to make pay.”

“Take care of yourself, alright?” you said as you slithered off his back, steadying yourself on his warm, chestnut withers.

He nodded. “You too.”

The centaurs left and the humans headed off to pick through the remnants of their houses, but you remained with Mauhír on the outskirts of the former village. “What will you do?” you asked him.

He looked at you and blinked slowly. “I…” he shrugged and looked away. “I can fight,” he said. “Someone pay me… fight for them…”

You scowled. “You’re no mercenary, Mauhír. Stay with me.”

He shook his head, looking down at you from Avhundas’ high, sloping back. She carried herself like a hyena, and had the jaws to match. Now, however, she wagged softly, the wound in her flank seeming to trouble her not at all.

You nodded at the warg and said, “Avhundas seems to like it here…”

At the sound of her name on your lips, she swivelled her head to face you and whined once, stepping closer and nuzzling at your palm, tame as a princess’ lapdog.

“You want to stay here, girl?” you crooned patronisingly and she wagged her stumpy tail again. “Is that right? You want to stay with me?”

More wagging.

Mauhír rasped a laugh and slid carefully down from her back. He patted her rump and she took it as a signal to wander off and nose about after game trails in the long grass.

The Uruk took your hands in his and stared down at you with his mismatching gaze. His blind eye and extensive scars seemed starker and more out of place here in the softer terrain of the valley where you’d grown up, but you loved him no less here than you had out on the plains. “What… What you want… for me?” he asked awkwardly.

“For you to learn more Common, for a start,” you grinned, and he smiled good-naturedly, twin tusks gleaming. “And… to stay with me, I suppose.”

He jerked his chin over his shoulder towards where the other humans had gone, and said, “They… They not like Uruk here…”

“True. Perhaps we should hit the road together… you know… travel a bit. Just you, me, and Avhundas?”

“You… You leave…” he looked around him and gestured with his rough, scarred hands, “You leave this… for me?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. “There’s nothing much here for me now.”

Your brother called your name before Mauhír could respond, and you looked around to see him jogging over. He eyed Mauhír warily and hung back. “Can I talk to you for a second?” he said, and you nodded, letting go of Mauhír’s leathery hands and stepping away.

“What?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m… I’m not going to stay,” you said. “I can’t.”

He took a deep breath and shook his head. “I didn’t think you would,” he admitted. “I saw the way you look at him, and the way he is around you. He’s different, isn’t he?”

You nodded.

“Fine,” he said with obvious difficulty, “But you keep in touch, you hear me?”

“I will.”

You hugged your brother and promised to visit, and then turned back to Mauhír who was watching you unblinkingly from a polite distance.

He cut a strange figure in the strong sunlight of the fertile valley, with his mottled purple-brown skin and deep scars, but as Avhundas trotted back over to him and bumped her forehead affectionately against his hip and as he fondled her ears the way a lord would fuss a beloved hunting hound’s ears, you smiled.

He looked back to you and suddenly seemed so vulnerable for all his steel muscles and intimidating looks.

“Let’s go,” you said as you walked back through the long grass towards him.

Mauhír had only his war axe on his back and his warg by his side, but in that moment he knelt before you and bowed his head. He said something in the harsh, guttural dialect of the Uruks and took your hand in his. Something told you that the words he spoke were an oath. He pressed your knuckles against his forehead with great solemnity and then rose. “I… I am… yours…” he said falteringly, embarrassed.

You smiled and reached your hands up around his neck, more pulling yourself up to meet him than tugging him successfully down to meet you. You pressed a kiss against his lips, avoiding his jutting tusks, and laughed as his eyes went wide with surprise. His hands grabbed your waist and then the curve of your cheeks, and he hoisted you unceremoniously up around his waist, heedless of his injuries, and he kissed you back, his hands holding you firmly in place.

You caught him wincing, and you said, “Put me down you big idiot. When you’re better, we can do this and much more, but not til then, alright?”

He growled wordlessly, nuzzling kisses against your neck, but eventually acquiesced when you continued to protest. He then set you up on Avhundas’ back and then hopped up behind you, holding you tightly.

He had no reins to control her, relying on his voice and his legs to guide her, and the three of you headed out of the village and down the road, still heading south, towards a new life together and towards whatever your new road would bring.

His warm weight was a comfort behind you, and as the day wore on and your legs began to get sore from riding so long, you let yourself lean back against his bare chest. He kissed the top of your head and pressed on, leaving his clan and everything familiar behind.

And it was all for you.

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A Little Nightmare (part 3)

Author’s note: This is really fun to write, you guys. I love Remy. Also, let’s pretend it’s still Monday. It is in some parts of the world! ...Just not here. XD

Warnings: drowning mention, illness and injury, a dog, fear, death mention, food mention, censored swearing

Word count: 3460

Infinitesimal Masterpost!

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Joan brought Marco’s food and water bowls into their bedroom, both balanced on one arm as they opened the door.

“Hey bud,” Joan said, smiling at the dog eagerly prancing around their feet, his fluffy tail waving through the air with a frenzy.

Marco made a little yipping noise, bouncing like he wanted to hop right up into Joan’s arms.

“No, no, no jumping,” Joan said, grinning wider. They set down the bowls and Marco shoved his face into the food. From the fervor he attacked that food with, anyone would think he hadn’t been fed in days. Joan shook their head fondly, ruffling the soft fur at the back of his neck. Marco’s wagging tail went into turbo drive at the touch.

“Good boy,” Joan said, slipping back out into the hall as their dog eagerly gulped up the rest of the food. Time to go check in on their new friend and bring her some food and water, too.

Out in the kitchen, they looked through their cabinets, trying to find a suitably small container. They settled on a small glazed ceramic bowl meant for dipping sauces, which was technically larger than their shot glasses; but they chose it because it was shorter and would be easier for the tiny woman to reach into while sitting down. Choice made, Joan filled the bowl about three quarters of the way with water. As small as it was, the bowl was still an almost ridiculously large container for the job, but they couldn’t think of anything better. It would do, in any case. Then, they opened the pantry and looked inside, frowning as they tried to decide what she might like to eat. In the end, they just grabbed a small handful of cereal. If she didn’t like it, they could always go back for something else. They carried their cargo back into the living room, approaching the coffee table cautiously.

“Hey, uh…. Hey there.” Jeez. Joan really needed to ask for this girl’s name. “I’ve got some stuff for ya.” They came nearer, then frowned, not seeing her in the bundled blanket, or anywhere else on the table for that matter. Where was she?

A quiet squeak drew their attention.

They turned around; and there she was, standing on shaky legs on the carpet and staring up at them with wide eyes. She was dressed now, a little haphazardly, but definitely dressed, which was good. This would be a lot more weird if the impossibly tiny, mouse-tailed lady they’d found practically drowned in a bucket at their aunt’s house was now running around their apartment naked.

…Okay, this was still pretty f*cking weird. Joan wouldn’t be surprised to find out this was all some kind of strange dream. It wouldn’t be the strangest one they’d had, to be fair. (Just last week they had one where they went clubbing with Elmo from Sesame Street and Santa Claus, who for some reason spoke in a thick Boston accent and kept trying to smoke candy cigarettes.)

Joan shoved those thoughts aside, knowing they had to focus on the situation at hand.

“There you are,” they sighed in relief. They were quite glad to find the tiny mouse-tailed lady, that she seemed to be more or less okay; but they couldn’t help but feel sad and disappointed, too. The frightened way she was looking at Joan felt like a harsh blow. Although, they supposed they really should have expected something like this to happen. It wasn’t as if she had asked to be brought here. She had no idea who Joan was or what they wanted.

Meanwhile, the tiny, mouse-tailed young woman took a step back, her whole body stiff. Joan was glad to see she could walk, but it was obvious that they had caught her in the middle of trying to escape. And she was clearly afraid of what they would do to her because of it.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Joan said quickly, their voice soft. “Don’t worry! I’m not mad. Just….” They took a couple of steps back to increase the space between them, then uncertainly lowered themself down to crouch on the floor; and they set down the bowl of water and the saucer they’d put the cereal on. “I brought you some water,” they tempted, nudging the bowl nearer. “And I have some food here, if you’re hungry…?”

Her eyes flicked to the bowl before snapping back to Joan’s face. They weren’t sure she really processed what they said. They would have thought that getting down to her level would help, at the very least making it so she didn’t have to crane her neck back so far to look at them, but she didn’t seem to be any more at ease. Her face had drained of its color, and up close they could see how she swayed where she stood.

They opened their mouth to ask if she was okay; but before they could make a sound, her dark eyes rolled up in her head; and she toppled over backwards.

…

Remy leaned against the leg of the coffee table, needing to steady herself and catch her breath, as she looked around for a possible way out.

This would have been a lot easier if she hadn’t felt like absolute crap. Her breaths were wheezing in and out, each one causing the pain in her chest to spike in magnitude. Her head was cloudy, her vision swimming. She really just wanted to lay down and go to sleep, but she knew that she couldn’t do that. She had to get out of here before the human came back. She might not get another chance.

What were the odds of there being any doorways into the walls of this house? A window left open? A widely-spaced air vent? A loose electric outlet? Anything? She didn’t see any obvious opportunities, which sucked, so she decided that the best (and obvious) course of action for now was to get out of plain sight. She pushed off of the coffee table and started forwards, stumbling towards one of the chairs. She figured she could hide underneath, at least for the moment.

Before she could reach it, footsteps came from the other room, shaking the floor. The human had already returned. They stopped between the table and Remy herself, facing the table. Remy froze, wanting to keep going towards her hiding place but not knowing if the human would notice her movement.

“Hey, uh… Hey there,” they were saying, apparently not noticing her absence. “I’ve got some stuff for ya.”

A beat passed. Remy could sense the second the human realized she wasn’t actually there. They took a half step back, confused, and Remy let out an alarmed, involuntary squeak as that huge foot suddenly came that much nearer.

She wanted to kick herself.

The human turned around, of course, and spotted her down on the ground. She felt herself blanch, frozen to the spot.

“There you are,” Joan said, the relief in their voice as evident as the disappointment.

Remy’s heart was hammering, and it was her turn to take a step back. She suddenly very much regretted getting down from that table. The human had played nice so far, but that was before Remy had tried to get away. Her mouth hung open slightly, the little stricken completely speechless for once in her life. The thought of trying to run was at the forefront of her mind, but Remy felt rooted to the spot. She knew that especially in her current state she wouldn’t be able to outrun them—just look at how amazingly far she had made it this far.

“Hey, it’s okay,” the human said, taking a couple of steps back and lowering themself down to the floor, bringing those huge hands and that huge face even closer, and Remy’s eyes widened.

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. Everything hurt, and she was so tired and dizzy and she just wanted it all to stop.

And before she knew what was happening, it did.

…

When the tiny form before them collapsed to the floor, Joan let out a gasp and surged forwards. They reached a hand towards her, then stopped, remembering how afraid she had looked. They hesitantly retracted the hand, instead studying her from above. She was splayed out on the floor, her eyes shut. Joan was suddenly very glad that the floor in this room was carpeted. At least that would have helped break her fall.

Their worried gaze fell on her chest. Occasionally, the creases in the fabric of her jacket moved. She was still breathing. Joan let out a relieved breath, which ruffled her hair slightly. They sat up and moved back to where they had been before, noting gladly that they hadn’t knocked over the bowl of water in their haste to check on the tiny woman.

A minute passed, then two. And then, finally, Joan saw one of her arms twitch. She groaned softly.

Joan heard a muffled bark from the direction of their bedroom. Marco was getting lonely. They felt bad, but they couldn’t worry about that too much for the time being. Their priorities currently lay elsewhere.

The tiny woman stirred again at the noise, and her eyes opened. She stayed there for a few seconds, looking confused, then raised her head. Her eyes locked onto Joan’s face.

“Stay down,” Joan advised. “You’re okay.”

The woman let her head fall back to the carpet. She muttered something under hear breath that sounded like the word “duck”, but which Joan suspected was actually something else.

“I’m not mad,” Joan repeated, remembering the woman’s fear from before. “I get it. It’s okay.”

She said nothing.

“Do you want some water?” they asked. “Or I’ve got some cereal here.”

They had expected to be ignored again, or maybe a snarky comment, but after a moment, the tiny person said, “You first.”

“Me first?” Joan echoed.

She looked up at them again, and did her best to nod.

Did she really think they would poison her? Joan blinked, then shrugged, figuring there was no harm in proving her wrong. While she watched, Joan lifted the bowl of water to their lips and took a drink. They made sure she could see them swallow it. Then, they ate a few pieces of the cereal.

She struggled to sit up once they were done, and Joan watched anxiously, barely able to keep themself from reaching out to help.

“Hand it over, doll,” she said.

…

Remy was surprised that she woke up to find herself still on the floor. She might have expected to be back on the table, or worse, in the human’s grip. But, no, she was just laying on her back on the carpeted floor. She was dizzy and sick and even more sore than before, but it could have been much worse. She could have been dead, for one. To be honest, though, she didn’t think there had been much of a chance of that happening. Though she loathed to admit it, the human had been right when they pointed out that if they’d wanted her dead, all they had to do was let her drown.

Speaking of the human.

She lifted up her head, trying to find them. She quickly spotted them a few feet away, watching her with a worried expression.

“Stay down,” they ordered. “You’re okay.”

Nothing about this stupid situation felt “okay” to Remy, but she didn’t feel much like getting up yet anyhow. She let her head fall back to the carpet, cursing under her breath.

“I’m not mad,” Joan said. “I get it. It’s okay.”

Do you, now? Remy thought.

“Do you want some water? Or I’ve got some cereal here.”

Remy felt like she’d had enough water for a lifetime; and yet, her throat did feel pretty scratchy. And at the mention of food, her empty stomach was tempted to growl, but Remy silently threatened it into submission.

Where was the trick? Whether this human had saved her or not (and she had to admit that they had, as much as she hated it), they had to want something from her.

“You first,” she said slowly, watching them with wary eyes.

Surprisingly, they did as she asked. She supposed the drink of water could have been faked, but it looked pretty dang real to her, and she really did want to soothe her poor throat.

She sat up, her sore chest protesting. “Hand it over, doll,” she said as calmly as she could.

The water was pushed towards her, then the saucer full of pieces of cereal.

While she elegantly stuffed her face, Joan quietly cleared their throat.

“So, uh,” they said, making her pause, “you know I’m Joan, but… what’s your name?”

Remy swallowed the piece of cereal she’d been chewing. “Nunya,” she said, the nerves in her stomach thankfully not making it into her voice.

“Nunya?” they repeated, sounding almost amused.

“Nunya Business.” Remy had heard that once on a human television show. She was proud of herself for pulling that on an actual human. And also mildly horrified. Although, she had already called them a b*tch, and they hadn’t been mad at her for saying that.

To Remy’s surprise, the human started to smile. “Nunya Business, huh? Alright, Nunya. Nice to meet you.”

Remy stared at them. Were they actually going to call her that? Did the human not get her joke? Had she messed it up somehow?

Joan laughed at the look on her face. “I know that’s not really your name,” they said. “But, hey, you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.”

“You’re… you’re not going to like, try to make me tell you?” Remy asked.

“No? I’d like to know, obviously, but it’s your name. You don’t want to share, that’s fine.”

Remy searched their face for a second, then reached for another piece of cereal with an awkward shrug. “Good, then.”

“Can I ask you something else?”

Remy just took a bite of the cereal, watching them.

“Are you…. Are you, um, a borrower?”

Remy swallowed. “A what?”

“A borrower. They’re, um, these tiny people. They’re called borrowers because they take things from humans to survive. You know, like house mice, but… people.” They shrugged, looking slightly disappointed, like they had been hoping Remy was one of these creatures. “But I don’t think they have tails, like you do. And I thought they were fictional. At least… until today, I guess.”

“Uh… no,” Remy said, hoping that was okay to admit. “I’m not a borrower.” That did sound disturbingly like what she was, but she’d never heard that word before. That wouldn’t be a very good name, anyway, she thought. I don’t borrow things, I steal them. She tactfully decided not to disclose what she actually was, just as she hadn’t shared her real name, or the fact that she stole from humans to survive.

The human sighed, adjusting the beanie that sat on their head and looking around. “Are you feeling okay?” they asked, glancing back at her. “Better?”

“What is this, twenty questions?” Remy said, bristling.

“Well, you did just pass out on my living room floor,” Joan pointed out. “I’d like to know if that’s about to happen again.”

Okay, fair point, but still rude.

“I’m…” Remy hesitated, not knowing what the right answer was here. That she was fine? That wasn’t exactly true, and if Joan decided to somehow hold her to that answer, the truth would come out pretty quick. But if she said she didn’t feel well, would the human take advantage of that?

Although, the human was already a hundred times her size. They didn’t exactly need any more advantages.

“I’m tired,” she admitted at last, watching warily for the human’s reaction.

“Um…” Joan hesitated. “Well, I think it’d be good if you wanted to go back to sleep, or at least lie down. I don’t think the floor is the best place, though….”

“No tables,” Remy said quickly, thinking of her sore hip and ankle.

“Well… the thing is, I have a dog,” they said. “So….”

Remy’s eyes widened. “Okay. Nope. Good day, ma’am; I’ll be going now.” Remy grabbed the edge of the bowl, using it to pull herself to her feet.

“Wait—”

Remy flinched, her grip tight on the ceramic bowl, and the human broke off.

“He’s in my room right now,” they said, their voice now low and measured. “He can’t get to you, and I doubt he’d want to do anything, anyway. He’s a sweetheart. He’s even gentle with beetles he finds on the sidewalk. I won’t let him near you, though, not if you don’t want to be near him.”

“Why not just let me go?” she asked.

“Let you go?”

“Yes, let me go,” she repeated. “You know. Allow me to leave. To take part. To bounce. To get the hell out of Dodge. To get the f*ck out of this place.”

The human bit their lip. They leaned forward slightly, and Remy had to force herself not to shrink away. Her legs might have been shaking, but she would blame that on her exhaustion, and no number of naysayers could change that assertion.

“I’m not keeping you here,” Joan said. “You can leave whenever you want.”

Remy’s eyes drifted towards the chair, idly wondering if she should try to run and hide before they could go back on their word. She hardly dared believe that their words might be true.

“But,” the human said—Ah, there it was— “I’d really prefer if you stayed here a couple of days. You almost drowned, and that’s not something a lot of people can just walk off. I just want to be sure you’re okay.”

“And what if I say no?” Remy asked, probably dooming herself with her own defiance. “Are you going to force me?”

Joan licked their lips. “No,” they sighed. “No, I won’t force you.”

They had hesitated. Remy took a step back, as far as she could go without letting go of the bowl, her knee threatening to buckle under her weight. Her short tail flicked back and forth in agitation.

“Two days?” she echoed suspiciously. “That’s all?”

Joan spread their hands. “That’s all. Two days, and then you can go if you want. I’ll even take you back where I found you, if you want, so you can find your way home.”

Remy shifted, considering. She did not want to stay with a human, but she had nowhere else to go, and she had a feeling she wouldn’t make it if she left right now in the state she was in and with no supplies. If she could get back to the work bench, she could get her rope and hook back. And with those, maybe she could go fishing for her backpack. She’d have a chance, at least.

Plus, Remy knew she probably shouldn’t push her luck too far with the human.

“Today counts,” she said anyway.

Joan shook their head. “No, today doesn’t count.”

“Yes, it does, girl; it’s a day, and I am here, and therefore it counts.”

Joan sighed through their nose. “Fine. Today counts, but only the part of the day you were here for. I brought you home at three-thirty. So, at three-thirty tomorrow afternoon, that will be the end of the first day. Deal?”

Remy glanced around the room. “What about the dog?”

Joan glanced over their shoulder, probably towards wherever the beast was hiding. “Well….” They tapped their fingers on their knees, then brightened as they got an idea. “If you’re really against being on a table, I guess I could keep you in—or I mean, you could stay in the guest room. That way I could close the door and Marco wouldn’t be able to get in.”

Remy frowned.

“Just two days,” Joan repeated, their voice softer.

Remy looked down at her reflection in the bowl she held onto, mulling it over. She looked about as horrific as she would have expected. Her hair was a tangled mess, barely recognizable at this point as having once been neatly tied in a short ponytail. Her face was pale, making her freckles and the shadows around her eyes stand out sharply. She looked, in short, like hell.

“Two days,” she said finally. “Two days, and then you take me back.”

The tension left Joan’s shoulders. They slowly held out one hand, their pointer finger extended. “Shake on it, Nunya?”

Remy leaned back, hesitating for a long moment, before finally reaching forward and putting her hand to the human’s fingertip in an almost comical approximation of a handshake.

She hoped she wasn’t making a giant mistake.

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