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You Look So Pretty, Pretty Like The Sun - Chapter 10

Tommy parked the car farther up the street, on the opposite side from where Athena had pulled over, giving them a clear view of the house she had just entered. He killed the engine, leaving the two of them in silence as they waited. Buck’s eyes scanned the street, searching for anything out of place, but everything seemed still, almost too quiet.

He leaned his head against the cold window, the chill offering brief relief from the dull throb in his head. At least the sunglasses helped to keep the worst of the pain at bay.

“No sleeping,” Tommy reminded him gently, breaking the silence after a few moments.

“I’m not,” Buck mumbled, his voice low and tired. He reached out and gave Tommy’s hand a reassuring squeeze where it rested on his thigh. He wasn’t sure he could sleep even if he wanted to; the tension and worry gnawing at him were enough to keep him wide awake.

Buck sighed quietly, forcing his eyes open again, his mind still racing despite his body’s exhaustion. Beside him, Tommy shifted to stretch, his movements slow as he adjusted behind the wheel. They had been sitting there for the past half hour with no end in sight.

Out of the corner of his eye, Buck watched Tommy, a familiar pang of guilt tightening his chest. Tommy had just finished his shift before this whole mess unfolded, and though Buck couldn’t be sure how much time had passed between him grabbing the phone at the station and Tommy showing up at the hospital, he was certain the man had to be just as exhausted as he was. Maybe more.

And yet, Tommy didn’t complain. He hadn’t once brought up his own fatigue or the fact that Buck pulled him into a weird chase down the city with very little explanation. It wasn’t fair to Tommy, and Buck knew it. He hadn’t meant to make Tommy’s life harder, but somehow, it always seemed to end up that way.

Buck let out a soft breath, his hand twitching towards Tommy as if he wanted to say something, maybe apologize, but the words stuck in his throat. What could he say that would make it better?

Before Buck could find the right words, Tommy shifted lower in his seat and turned his head toward him. “I can hear you thinking from over here,” he said softly, a hint of a tired smile playing on his lips.

Buck swallowed, his gaze dropping to his hands as he fidgeted with his fingers. “I just… sorry for dragging you into this. Whatever this is.” He gestured weakly with his free hand, motioning vaguely toward the space around them, as if it could somehow explain the chaos that seemed to follow him everywhere.

It wasn’t just this night. It was everything. First, messing up their first date. The weeks where he kept messing up Tommy's coffee orders while trying to guess it rather than ask it like a normal person. Then dragging Tommy into that Bachelor party at the last minute, and Maddie’s wedding right after Tommy had spent all day fighting fires. Leaving him behind in order to check on Bobby. Then leaving him again to check on Eddie. Now this. Every time, Tommy had been there, steady and understanding, but Buck knew it wouldn't have been easy.

God, could he ever do something right? There had to be a line somewhere, a point where it all became too much. Right?

"Why are you sorry? I wasn't aware you were the mastermind behind all of this," Tommy kept his voice light as he mimicked Buck's gesture. "Knocking yourself out would have been a sloppy choice."

Buck let out a small, tired laugh despite himself, the weight on his chest lifting just a little at Tommy’s attempt to ease the tension. But underneath the humor, Buck still felt the guilt gnawing at him. "I mean… I didn’t even think to ask how you’re doing. You just came off a shift, and I dragged you into driving me all the way here."

Tommy raised an eyebrow suggestively, a smirk playing on his lips. "You do remember I have no problem throwing you around, right?" he teased. Letting go of Buck’s hand, he moved his hand to rest gently over the back of Buck’s neck, his fingers grazing lightly against the back of Buck's head. "Trust me, I'm exactly where I want to be. And for the record, I’m fine. Tired, sure, but looking forward to when Bobby wakes up and we can finally go home, order some greasy takeaway, and crash on the couch together."

"That sounds… really nice, actually," Buck admitted, a small smile tugging at his lips as he leaned slightly into Tommy’s hand. "I’ll hold you to that."

Before Tommy could respond, their moment was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway of the house Athena had entered. Buck sat up straight, instinctively pulling off Tommy's sunglasses to get a clearer look at the driver stepping out.

"Wait, I know him," Buck muttered, more to himself than anyone else, his eyes narrowing as he tried to place the man.

Tommy glanced over, his curiosity piqued. “You do?”

"Yeah, that's Amir," Buck said, his voice low but certain. "Remember when Athena picked me up on her way to the hospital last time? When Bobby went to Jacumba. I definitely saw him at the hospital. Him and Bobby… they’ve got history.

Tommy’s brow furrowed, the tension in the car thickening. "So, Athena suspects he's behind last night's arson?"

Buck shrugged lightly, his mind racing. "I mean, it could be? I didn’t see anyone until it was too late. But if Amir’s involved… It's not a coincidence. He’s up to something, and Athena knows it."

They watched Amir grab his dry cleaning and headed in. Just as he shut the front door and disappeared into the house, Buck scrambled to undo his seatbelt, ready to follow. But Tommy's hand shot out, grabbing his arm and tugging him back.

"Ass in the seat, Evan. That was our deal," Tommy said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"She could be in danger," Buck tried to reason, his hand still hovering over the seatbelt.

Tommy’s grip tightened just slightly, his eyes locked on Buck. "She's a highly skilled sergeant, and you're a civilian who also happens to be injured and shouldn’t be here in the first place."

Buck’s jaw clenched, frustration bubbling up inside him. “I can’t just sit here, Tommy.”

Tommy didn't let go. “Being reckless won’t help her either, Buck. If anything, barging in might make the situation worse.”

Buck shook his head, the urge to jump out of the car and run after Athena still gnawing at him. He was sick of waiting, to not take action when someone he cared about could be in danger for the second time in the last 24 hours. “But what if she needs us? What if—”

Tommy cut him off. “Athena knows how to handle situations like this better than either of us. Rushing in without knowing what’s happening could end up putting her in even more danger. We need to trust her.”

“I hate this,” Buck muttered, his frustration still simmering just beneath the surface.

"You and me, both." Tommy sighed.

The screech of tires caught both of their attention as a heavy-duty pickup truck, covered in dust, made a sharp stop right outside the house. Buck couldn't do anything but watch as the doors of the truck slammed shut with a heavy thud. The truck, hulking and grimy, had its massive frame blocking any clear sight of who had exited.

It couldn't have been more than a minute before Amir emerged from the house, his hands raised in surrender. He didn’t resist, complying immediately with whoever was waiting for him. Muffled words drifted through the air, but from where they sat, Buck and Tommy couldn’t make out what was being said. Then, one of the men stepped momentarily into view.

Buck's breath caught in his throat, his pulse quickening as his eyes locked onto the unmistakable outline of a rifle, dangling loosely by the man's legs. The weapon swung casually as though it were an everyday object, but the sight of it sent a wave of cold dread through Buck.

Just as swiftly as they had arrived, the men piled back into the truck, and with a screech of tires, the vehicle tore away from the curb, disappearing down the street as fast as it had come.

“Well, shit,” Tommy muttered, shaking off the tension first, his voice the first to break the silence.

"What the hell was that?" Buck asked, his voice laced with disbelief as he looked up at Tommy.

Before Tommy could answer, a loud knock on the car window beside him, made Buck jump violently. His heart leapt into his throat as he whipped around toward the sound, adrenaline surging through him once more, every nerve on high alert.

When his eyes landed on Athena’s unimpressed face, standing just outside the car, it didn’t do much to calm his rising panic. He fumbled clumsily to roll down the window, hands shaking as he did.

"Okay, now... don't be mad," Buck forced a sheepish grin, his tone hopeful but unconvincing. This part—bracing for Athena’s stern, unimpressed stare—had become all too familiar over the years.

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Athena was, in fact, far from pleased, and she made sure her displeasure was crystal clear. It didn’t take long before both Buck and Tommy found themselves unceremoniously crammed into the back of her car while she drove off. Buck had insisted that they weren't going anywhere without her, and Athena had eventually given in, though not without making her irritation known. It was quite the sight: two grown men, normally full of bravado, now shrinking into their seats as Athena scolded them relentlessly.

"Come on, Athena," Buck half-whined, shifting uncomfortably under the weight of her reprimand. "What were we supposed to do? You needed backup!"

"Backup?" Athena's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, one eyebrow arched in disbelief. "You are concussed! Don't you even think, for a second, that I do not have eyes and ears everywhere." Her voice held the sharp edge of disbelief, as though the mere idea of Buck being useful in his current state was laughable.

"Barely," Buck muttered under his breath, trying to downplay it, though his hand instinctively moved to rub the sore spot on his head.

"Moderately," Tommy chimed in with an unhelpful grin. Buck shot him a mock glare, as if to say, Whose side are you on?

"And you," Athena's eyes turned to Tommy. "Don't think for a second you’re off the hook. I have no doubt only Buck here would come up with such idiocy. Yet here you are."

Tommy shifted in his seat, the weight of her disapproval pressing down on him. "Someone had to keep an eye on him," he mumbled, trying to sound casual but failing miserably under her scrutiny.

"That’s your defense?" Athena scoffed, her disbelief palpable. "You thought tagging along on his reckless stunt was somehow a smart move?"

Tommy straightened slightly, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "He was gonna go through with it no matter what. I caught him just as he was about to rush off on his own. I figured, better me there than letting him fly solo and end up in worse shape than just a concussion." He paused before adding, "And in my defense, I didn’t think it would lead to... this. I don’t even know what this is anymore."

Buck glanced nervously between the two, the tension in the air thick enough to cut. "Athena—" he started, but she silenced him with a look. The words died on his lips.

Athena’s lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes narrowing as she considered his words. "So instead of talking him out of it, you decided to jump headfirst with him?"

Tommy shifted again, clearly uncomfortable but not willing to back down completely. "Respectfully," he said, carefully choosing his words, "has anyone ever talked him out of anything?"

Athena’s eyes flashed, and for a moment, it seemed like her frustration might boil over, but then her lips twitched, just barely, in something resembling reluctant acknowledgment. "Fair point," she conceded, her voice softer but still firm.

"Guys, come on, I’m right here!" Buck finally interjected, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "And besides, is this really the main issue right now? Or are we just gonna ignore the part about the random men with guns?"

The random men with guns," she said, her voice dripping with a combination of sarcasm and frustration. “Are more or less Cartel, Buckaroo. So you might understand why I’m not exactly thrilled to find you two snooping around."

Oh.

"Not going to lie, I am so confused." Tommy muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

With a sigh, Athena filled them in with the details that she knew about Bobby's trip to Jacumba, her suspicion about Amir being behind the attack and what he told her in his house.

They ended up in an industrial park somewhere as the sun set, out of sight. Athena killed the engine and lights in one swift motion, plunging the car into darkness. The silence inside was palpable as she dialed 9-1-1, her focus sharp.

Without a word, the three of them surveyed the scene in front of them. They made it just in time to see at least three people bringing Amir inside. Their silhouettes were barely visible, but the outline of at least one rifle was clear as day.

Buck swallowed hard, his nerves creeping in as his gaze flicked toward Tommy. Quietly, he reached out for Tommy’s hand, and Tommy, sensing his tension, clasped it tightly, giving a reassuring squeeze.

The dispatcher’s voice came over the line. “9-1-1. What’s your emergency?”

Athena’s voice was low but steady, her professionalism cutting through. “This is off-duty Field Sergeant Athena Grant, badge number 1275. I’m at the industrial park on the 7,000 block of La Tuna Canyon Road. I have an abduction in progress.”

There was a brief pause as the dispatcher processed the information. “Can you describe the suspect or suspects, Sergeant?”

Athena’s eyes never left the figures patrolling the entry. “Three Hispanic males, mid to late 20s. The victim is a Black male, 40s. I’m requesting immediate backup.”

The reply came back quickly. “Units en route, Sergeant. ETA is approximately 14 minutes.”

A tense silence followed, broken only by the soft creaking of leather as Tommy shifted in his seat. He finally spoke, his voice low and resigned. “He doesn’t have 14 minutes, does he?”

Athena didn’t hesitate. “No, he doesn’t.” With a grim determination, she unbuckled her seatbelt, her movements deliberate and steady. “I’m going in.”

Tommy blinked, but the resolve in his eyes matched hers. “I’ll come too,” he said, his voice firm as he unlatched his seatbelt. “You never know—those army skills might actually come in handy for once.”

Buck's heart dropped into his stomach as the words sank in. Wait, what? They were seriously going in there? His pulse quickened as he moved to follow them.

But Tommy was quicker, shooting his hand out to stop him, gripping Buck’s arm tightly. “You’re staying here, Evan,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Buck’s eyes widened in disbelief, his voice rising in protest. “The hell I am!” He jerked his arm free, his heart pounding. “You think I’m just going to sit here while you go in there alone? Not happening.”

Tommy turned to face him fully, his expression both firm and pleading "Evan, you are injured. I don't have the time to help Athena and worry about you."

"But-" Buck started, his voice cracking, desperation creeping in.

Tommy cut him off, gripping Buck’s shoulder tightly. “Trust me, okay?” His voice was softer now, but no less resolute. “We need someone out here. And I need to know you’re safe. Please.”

Buck’s breath hitched, a whirlwind of frustration, fear, and helplessness battling inside him. His instincts screamed to go after them, to not just sit and watch, but the look in Tommy’s eyes made him pause. He hated this. Every fiber of his being rebelled against staying behind. Reluctantly, he gave a small nod, even though it felt like a betrayal to himself.

Tommy gave Buck’s shoulder a final squeeze, then stepped out with Athena. He sat there, jaw tight, hands gripping the edge of the seat until his knuckles whitened and watched them silently sneak inside.

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For what it was worth, Buck lasted a grand total of five minutes in the car before his resolve crumbled. He muttered a frustrated "screw it" under his breath, throwing caution aside as he quietly slipped out of the car.

Best case scenario, he’d just sneak up, make sure they were okay, and then sneak right back without them ever knowing. Worst case scenario? Well, he'd have their backs and help. It was a win-win scenario in his eyes.

Entering the warehouse turned out to be easier than Buck imagined. All he had to do was stick to the shadows and not make noise. The building was old, with rusted steel beams, stacks of forgotten crates and metal shelving racks, offering plenty of cover. Voices echoed throughout the warehouse, at times getting louder. He consciously slowed his breathing, forcing himself to inhale and exhale as quietly as possible. Any sound, even a misplaced breath, might alert the wrong person. He couldn’t afford to be reckless now—not when Athena and Tommy were out here somewhere in the dark, too.

Buck moved forward, one step at a time, nerves on edge. He finally spotted Athena and Tommy further up ahead, seeming to quietly gesturing to form a plan. Buck paused, staying just out of sight, his heart pounding as he watched them. His instincts screamed to join them, to help, but he waited, watching what they were about to do. They were grabbing brightly red containers out of the shelves.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, something moved—a shadow flickered, barely perceptible but enough to catch his attention. His heart skipped a beat. A moment later, the faint shuffling of feet reached his ears, sending a spike of adrenaline through his veins.

Someone else was there. And they were coming closer.

Buck’s heart hammered in his chest as he glanced back at Athena and Tommy, hoping to see some sign that they’d noticed. But to his terror, they hadn’t. They were still focused on the red containers, oblivious to the approaching danger. His mind raced—there was no way he could alert them without exposing himself and drawing attention

The figure came closer, too close, and Buck's pulse spiked.

The man didn’t notice him, his focus elsewhere as he headed toward Athena and Tommy’s position. Buck’s breath hitched as he instinctively pressed himself further into the shadows.

He held his breath, willing himself to be invisible as the figure passed by, mere feet from where he was hiding Buck’s heart pounded in his ears, and for a split second, he was sure he’d be discovered. But by some miracle, the man didn’t turn. Instead, he walked past, exposing his back and giving Buck the perfect opportunity.

Instinct took over like a raging storm. Pure adrenaline surged through Buck's veins, and before his mind could catch up, his body moved. In a blur of motion, he launched himself from the shadows, muscles tense with raw energy. His hand shot out, clamping tightly over the man’s mouth before a full shout could escape. But a muffled cry did manage to break through, sending a jolt of panic through Buck.

He tightened his grip even further, his other arm locking around the man's torso, wrestling him back into the shadows. Buck didn’t dare glance around to see if anyone had heard. He couldn’t afford to. His focus was singular—disarm the target before anything else happened.

The man struggled, squirming violently, his breath coming in sharp, panicked bursts against Buck’s palm. Buck’s pulse hammered in his ears, but he held firm, shifting his weight to keep the upper hand.

It had been years—more than a decade—since he had trained for the Navy SEALs. He hadn't trained since then. That brief, grueling chapter in his life had faded into the background, buried beneath years of a career and life choices that led him away from the violence he had once trained for. He hadn’t kept up with the training, and hadn't wanted to. The thought of what that kind of training could lead to had unsettled him for too long. Over time, the exact stances and maneuvers had slipped from his conscious mind, filed away as distant memories. They were replaced by a different life, a different kind of service. The kind where he saved lives, not taking them if he ever completed the training.

Yet, in that moment, his body remembered. Muscle memory kicked in, the countless hours of drills and hand-to-hand combat training surging back to life. He didn’t have to think—his body knew exactly how to shift his weight, how to leverage his position for control—it all happened seamlessly, almost out of his conscious reach.

On autopilot, in a few seconds that blurred into one continuous motion, Buck had disarmed the man with ease. His grip on the man tightened just long enough for Buck to bring the butt of the gun down in one swift, controlled strike. The man crumpled to the floor, unconscious, his struggles ceasing as silence settled back into the air around them.

The rifle now sat heavy in Buck's hands, the cool metal against his skin feeling foreign, uncomfortable. His eyes flickered down to it, heart still pounding, as he stared at the weapon. He hadn’t held a gun like this in years, the weight of it felt wrong. For a moment, Buck stood there, gripping the rifle with steady hand.

But there was no time to reminisce. Buck snapped out of it, forcing himself to refocus on the present. He looked up, his breath still unsteady, and locked eyes with Athena and Tommy. Both stood frozen, their faces a mix of shock. Athena’s sharp gaze flicked from the unconscious man on the floor to the rifle in Buck’s hands, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. Tommy’s expression, however, was different—no less stunned, but there was something in his eyes. A flicker of recognition. His brow furrowed, like he was trying to fit together the missing piece of a puzzle.

But before any of them could say another word, the sharp scrape of a chair echoed through the warehouse, snapping their attention back to the situation at hand.

The commotion from the center of the warehouse was escalating, voices rising. It was clear things were about to spiral out of control, and fast. Buck’s heart raced as he exchanged a quick glance with Athena, her eyes already scanning the room. They were running out of time.

Without hesitation, Athena made a bold decision. She shoved one of the nearby shelving racks with all her strength, sending the items on it crashing to the floor in a loud, chaotic clatter. The noise reverberated through the warehouse, instantly drawing everyone's attention away from Amir and onto the disturbance. As the clatter echoed, Buck caught a faint whiff of gasoline in the air.

The shadows played to their advantage, concealing them from view as the cartel members turned, weapons raised, to investigate. Tommy didn’t waste a second—he grabbed Buck’s arm and dragged him into another hiding spot, the sudden movement almost causing Buck to fumble the rifle in his grip. But Buck held on, his pulse racing as he steadied himself, watching the men fan out.

Athena, ever the strategist, seized the opportunity, slipping deeper into the shadows and out of sight. Their luck held as the two cartel goons separated, each moving in a different direction to cover more ground. It was a split-second opening, and they all knew it.

Without a word, they moved. Silent. Precise.

Moments later, Athena and Tommy were both in position, creeping up behind the two cartel men. In perfect synchrony, they struck—Athena wrapping her arm around her target’s neck, the cold steel of her gun pressed to his temple, while Tommy swiftly locked the other in a chokehold. The men struggled briefly, but it was futile. They had lost control of the situation.

Emerging from the shadows, Athena and Tommy dragged the subdued men into view, their guns firmly in place. They stepped into the dim light, approaching where an older man stood towering over Amir. The tension in the air was palpable as the older man glanced from Amir to Athena, his eyes narrowing as he realized what was happening.

Buck moved into position, his heart pounding, adrenaline coursing through him as he aimed the rifle squarely at the older man. His finger hovered near the trigger, ready for any sudden movement. His eyes darted briefly to the remaining men in the warehouse, sizing them up, assessing whether they posed an immediate threat.

"Who the hell are you?" The man walked a few steps towards them, with a glint of surprise in his eyes. He clearly hadn’t expected this—an ambush from the shadows, his men subdued, and strangers holding him at gunpoint.

"I'm Mrs. Bobby Nash." Athena declared, her voice steady and cold, In one swift motion, she flicked open a metal lighter, the small flame casting an eerie glow across her face for just a second before she tossed it to the ground.

For a second time in less than 24 hours Buck found himself in the middle of a fire.

The moment the flame hit the gasoline-soaked floor, chaos erupted. A roaring whoosh filled the air as the fire ignited, spreading with terrifying speed. Flames instantly tore through the warehouse, licking up the walls and engulfing everything in their path.

The room exploded in shouts as Athena and Tommy threw the men they held to the floor, the cartel stumbled to get out and smoke filled the room.

“Evan!” Tommy’s voice cut through the roaring fire and the chaos of panicked voices. His eyes locked on Buck, urgency flashing across his face. Without thinking, Tommy lunged forward, shoving Buck toward the exit.

The force of the motion sent Buck stumbling, his grip slipping, and the rifle flew from his hands, clattering somewhere out of sight as flames danced around them. Buck barely had a moment to register it before he felt Tommy’s hand gripping him tightly, yanking him away as a beam fell down behind them.

“Move!” Tommy barked, pulling Buck with him as they barreled toward the exit, the inferno raging behind them. Buck had no idea where Athena or Amir ended up in the commotion.

Flashing lights greeted them as they burst out of the warehouse, the cool night air hitting Buck like a shock after the oppressive heat of the fire. He stumbled forward, gasping for breath. The sound of roaring flames behind them was drowned out by the blaring sirens of fire trucks and the chaotic shouts of emergency responders.

A firefighter grabbed Buck by the arm, gently but firmly, trying to guide him further from the warehouse. Buck instinctively resisted, shaking off the touch, his mind still struggling to catch up with everything that had just happened. His grip tightened around Tommy's arm, panic bubbling just beneath the surface, as though if he let go, he would disappear.

“Hey, hey, Evan, I’m right here!” Tommy’s voice cut through the haze, “Look at me. I’m right here.”

Buck blinked, his breath still ragged as he met Tommy’s gaze. Buck nodded weakly and Tommy turned to the firefighter.

“Off duty, Kinard with the 217,” he explained quickly, "My partner here—Evan Buckley, off-duty firefighter with the 118—he needs to be checked out. He recently sustained a moderate concussion.”

“We’ll get him checked out immediately,” the firefighter responded , signaling over to the paramedics.

Buck tried to shake his head, still clinging to a need to push through, to stay on his feet. But Tommy’s hand on him tightened, steady and firm. “Evan, it’s okay,” he said softly, “Let them take care of you. Everything is okay."

“Athena—” Buck protested, his eyes darting back to the fire raging behind them.

Just then, the warehouse doors burst open with a loud slam. Athena emerged, guiding Amir out with her, both of them alive and unharmed. The sight of them made Buck’s breath hitch, relief flooding through him as his knees wobbled, weak for a moment under the weight of the tension draining from his body.

Tommy was there in an instant, his arm wrapping around Buck effortlessly, taking some of his weight as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Buck leaned into him for just a second, exhaling a long breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“See, baby? They’re fine,” Tommy murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Buck’s cheek. “Come on, let’s get you checked out.”

“I’m fine,” Buck sighed, still trying to brush it off, though the exhaustion was beginning to weigh on him.

“Humor me then,” Tommy replied with a small smile, his arm still firmly around Buck.

Buck muttered a quiet, defeated "fine," knowing there was no point in arguing. He let Tommy take the lead, as they moved toward one of the parked ambulances.

Tommy stayed right beside him as the paramedics assessed him. Buck sat there, half-listening as they checked his vitals, asked questions, and went through the motions. But for the most part, he zoned them out, choosing to focus on Tommy's warm hand resting on his shoulder. Without thinking, Buck reached up and placed his hand over Tommy’s, squeezing it gently. He tilted his head to meet Tommy’s eyes, offering a tired but genuine smile.

“Just keep an eye on him. Check on him every few hours for the next 24 hours to be safe.” he paramedics instructed Tommy before nodding and leaving them alone.

Tommy watched them go, then sat down on the bumper beside Buck, his hand slipping from Buck’s shoulder to take Buck's hand and bring it to his own lap, holding it gently. He gave Buck’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Hear that? Plenty of rest, doctor's orders,” he teased.

Buck let out a tired chuckle. “God, I could sleep for a week,” he mumbled, the exhaustion clear in his voice as he leaned over, resting his head on Tommy’s shoulder.

“Deal,” Tommy chuckled softly, his tone light but laced with affection. He planted a tender kiss on top of Buck’s head, lingering just a moment longer than usual.

Eventually, the soft crunch of footsteps drew their attention. Athena approached, her arms crossed and a knowing smile tugging at her lips as she took in the sight of them together.

“Well, don’t you two look cozy,” she teased, her voice light and playful.

Tommy glanced up at her with a small shrug, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “It’s been a long day,” he replied with mock casualness, as though the chaos of the last day was nothing more than a mild inconvenience

Buck gave a tired chuckle, not even bothering to move. “Understatement of the year,” he mumbled.

As the moment settled, another police officer approached. He smiled at Athena as he held out a phone. “There’s someone who’d like to speak with you.”

Athena raised an eyebrow, taking the phone cautiously. “This is Athena Grant,” she answered, her voice firm but curious as she held the phone to her ear.

Buck watched closely, noting how her expression remained carefully neutral as she listened. Whatever was being said, Athena wasn’t giving anything away, her focus entirely on the voice on the other end. The call was brief, and when she finally hung up, she took a quiet moment to glance down at the phone in her hands, as if processing the news she’d just received.

When she looked up, her face had transformed. A wide, relieved smile spread across her lips and she spoke the words that made Buck’s heart skip, possibly the best words he could’ve ever heard.

"Bobby's awake."

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The journey back to the hospital was uneventful. They had ended up quite far from the hospital, and somewhere along the drive, Buck managed to doze off, despite being cramped in the back seat. The rhythm of the car had lulled him into a light sleep, his head resting comfortably against Tommy’s shoulder.

He jerked awake when the car pulled into the hospital parking lot, blinking groggily as he lifted his head questioningly. Tommy gave him a light smile, his arm still resting around Buck as if he hadn’t moved the whole ride.

“How are you feeling?” Tommy asked softly as Athena killed the engine.

"Hmm, better," Buck mumbled, rubbing his eyes. His head wasn’t pounding anymore, which was a relief, but the bone-deep exhaustion still lingered. "Athena, you go. We’ll catch up.”

With a nod, Athena didn’t wait any longer. SSe passed the car keys to Tommy and slipped out of the car, heading inside with a determined stride.

Buck sighed and pushed open the car door, stepping out into the cool night air. He stood for a moment, stretching his arms above his head, feeling the satisfying pull of his muscles as he tried to shake off the stiffness from the cramped ride. Tommy joined him, and together they took their time heading inside. There was no rush now, not with Bobby awake. When the doors slid open to Bobby’s floor, they stepped out, walking slowly toward the room.

As they neared, they noticed everyone standing on the outskirts of Bobby’s room. Athena was inside, seated beside Bobby, holding his hand, the two of them locked in a private moment. Chimney and Eddie turned as Buck and Tommy caught up with them.

“Where the hell have you two been?” Chimney asked, his tone playful but edged with curiosity as he turned to face them. Tommy clapped Chimney’s shoulder in greeting, flashing him a tired but warm smile. "Trust me, you don't want to know."

Eddie gave Buck a nod, his expression softer. “Everything okay?” he asked.

Buck smiled, the exhaustion still clinging to him but his heart lighter now. “Yeah, everything’s good,” he said, glancing into the room where Bobby lay, his voice filled with quiet gratitude. “Better now.”

Tommy stretched his arms above his head and reached for his phone. “Speaking of better, I need to go grab my car,” he said, scrolling through his phone to check the time.

Eddie perked up. “Want a lift?” he asked. “I could use stretching my legs, and it’ll definitely be cheaper than Uber.”

Tommy chuckled, clearly appreciating the offer. “Sure, man. If it’s not too much trouble.”

Eddie waved him off with a grin. “No trouble at all. I’ve been cooped up here for too long anyway,” he said, already moving to grab his jacket.

Chimney leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the exchange with a smile. “You two have fun. Don’t get lost on the way back," he teased.

Tommy laughed and gave Chimney a mock salute. “No promises,” he joked. He then turned to Buck, squeezing his shoulder. “You gonna be alright here?”

Buck nodded, giving Tommy a grateful smile. “Yeah, go. I’ll be fine,” he reassured him. “Thanks, Tommy.”

“I'll be back soon,” Tommy said softly. Leaning in, he placed a quick peck on Buck’s lips, before following Eddie as they headed toward the exit.

Buck watched them go with a smile, warmth settling in his chest. But as he turned back, his eyes caught Chimney leaning against the wall with a smug smirk plastered on his face. Without missing a beat, Buck rolled his eyes and playfully muttered, “Shut up.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, the thought of entering the hospital room didn’t fill Buck with dread. Bobby was awake, the order had been restored.

As Buck stepped inside, it felt almost surreal. His gaze lifted, and there, sitting up in the hospital bed, was Bobby—awake and smiling. It was like waking up from a long, heavy dream, one that had weighed on his chest.

For a moment, Buck just stood there, taking it in. The room felt brighter somehow, as though all the dark clouds they’d been living under had finally lifted. Their eyes met, and Buck couldn’t help but grin, the relief washing over him in waves. Bobby’s eyes crinkled at the edges, his smile just as warm and familiar as ever. It was like a weight had been lifted from Buck’s chest.

Athena, seated at the edge of Bobby’s bed, glanced over at Buck and waved him inside, her own smile soft and inviting. “There he is,” she said.

Buck stepped forward, his grin widening as he approached. “Hey, Bobby,”

Bobby smiled back, his eyes full of warmth and affection. “Hey, kid,” he said softly, his voice a little weaker than usual, but Buck would take that anyday over not hearing it.

That was all it took for Buck to close the remaining space between them. Without hesitation, he leaned over and wrapped his arms around Bobby, pulling him in probably too tight hug.

Bobby chuckled softly, patting Buck on the back. “Easy, kid,” he murmured, his voice still soft but full of warmth. Despite his words, Bobby’s own arms tightened slightly around Buck, as if he, too, needed this moment

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By the time Tommy returned, the room had quieted. Most of the 118 had already left, each departing with promises to return later. Now, it was just Bobby, Athena, and Buck, who was lounging comfortably in one of the chairs by the bed, his legs stretched out on the corner of the bed.

A soft series of knocks interrupted their conversation, and Buck turned to see Tommy entering the room. He walked up to where Buck was lounging and offered a smile.

"Good to see you, Captain Nash," Tommy greeted, extending his hand as he approached Bobby.

Bobby smiled warmly, shaking Tommy’s hand with a relaxed ease. “Tommy, please, it’s just Bobby now,” he replied with a gentle chuckle.

Tommy nodded, his grin widening. “Alright, Bobby. Good to see you up and about,” he said. He glanced at Buck, who was still lounging comfortably in his chair, and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Buck gave Tommy a lazy grin, shifting slightly but not moving from his spot. “Took your time, huh?” he teased lightly.

Tommy just shook his head with a smirk. “Had to make sure your car was still in one piece. Did I miss anything?” he asked, his tone warm as he glanced back at Bobby and Athena, both of whom were watching the interaction with soft smiles.

Athena chuckled softly. “Just Buck here pretending he’s not ready to pass out,” she teased, raising an eyebrow at Buck’s slouched form.

Buck rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. “I’m perfectly fine,” he muttered, though the comfortable sprawl in the chair told a different story.

Tommy laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, sure you are." he teased, giving Buck a knowing look.

“Anyway, as I was asking…” Buck waved them off, the tone of his voice growing more serious. “What’s going to happen next? With the station, I mean?”

“The station has well-established contingency plans for emergencies like this,” Bobby explained “In situations where a station is damaged, we rely on neighboring stations to step in. One of them will share their space with us, depending on their capacity, until the damage at 118 is assessed and restored."

At least he would still have his job.

"The police will be taking statements later on," Athena added, looking at Buck.

“Me?” Buck asked, surprised. “I didn’t see anything. I went to the locker room to grab my phone, and the next thing I know, Bobby was grabbing me to get out. That’s not much of a statement.”

Locker room?” Bobby frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“Yeah,” Buck replied, his own expression puzzled.

But Bobby shook his head gently, his expression serious. “You were in the storage room when I pulled you out.”

Buck felt a chill run through him. His memory of that moment was hazy, but hearing Bobby’s words, it didn’t add up. He hadn’t gone to the storage room—why would he?

Tommy's grip on his shoulder tightened. "Bobby, what are you not saying?"

Bobby hesitated, his gaze flicking between Buck and Tommy, clearly weighing his words. “When I found you,” he began carefully, “it looked like the fire had started near the storage room.”

Buck’s stomach dropped, a sinking feeling settling deep inside him. “Wait… you’re saying the fire started in the storage room?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost uncertain.

Bobby nodded slowly, his expression grim. “At least part of it. There was a blaze in the loading bay too, but realistically, it wouldn’t have had the time to spread to the storage room so quickly. I didn’t even know you were in the station until Anderson brought it to my attention."

The room fell into silence.

Buck tried to wrap his head around it. HHad someone really dragged him into the storage room and set a fire? The thought was jarring, surreal. It would mean that if Bobby hadn’t found him in time, he would have suffocated or burned alive. It didn’t feel real.

“Oh,” was all Buck managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

He glanced up, his eyes landing on Tommy. Tommy wasn’t looking at him, though—he was staring off at some distant spot in the room, his jaw clenched tight, the tension in his body making him look unnervingly rigid. His usual calm, steady demeanor had vanished, replaced by something darker, something Buck wasn’t used to seeing in him. It didn’t look right.

Buck reached out and clasped his hand, wanting to fix it. Tommy blinked, his gaze snapping back to Buck. He softened, just a fraction, but the storm still brewed behind his eyes. He squeezed his hand in response.

Before either of them could speak, a soft series of knocks interrupted the silence, drawing their attention to the doorway. May and Harry appeared, their presence a welcome break from the heavy atmosphere.

“Hey,” May said gently, offering a small smile as she stepped inside with Harry. Her eyes scanned the room, catching on the look etched in everyone’s faces. “Is it a bad time?”

“Not at all, sweetheart,” Athena replied with a smile, waving them in. With May and Harry’s arrival, the mood in the room lightened just a bit, the tension giving way to something softer as everyone exchanged hellos. Tommy, introduced himself quickly, and the conversation soon flowed into lighter topics

After some time, Tommy leaned over, his voice gentle as he spoke quietly by Buck’s ear. “Ready to go home?”

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I think I am.”

________

Buck couldn't have been happier to see the driveway to Tommy's house. As the car rolled to a stop, Buck exhaled slowly, the tension in his body easing. It felt like forever since he last saw it.

Tommy glanced over, giving Buck a small, reassuring smile. “Home sweet home,” he said softly, turning off the engine.

As they approached the door, Tommy unlocked it with a fluid motion, pushing it open to let them inside. Buck followed Tommy in, closing the door behind them. The familiar scent of Tommy’s home wrapped around him, grounding him in a way that words couldn’t describe.

For a moment, Buck stood there, just soaking in the peace of it all. No alarms, no fires. Just the quiet hum of the house, and Tommy right beside him.

"You hungry? We could order something in, some place is probably still open." Tommy asked, watching him.

Buck shook his head slowly, his fingers reaching up to grab the lapels of his jacket, tugging at them absentmindedly. “Just bed,” he murmured, giving him a small smile. “Please?”

Tommy’s expression softened immediately, He nodded, stepping closer, his hand resting lightly on Buck’s arm. “Yeah,” he said quietly, his tone filled with reassurance. “Let’s get to bed.”

Without another word, Tommy guided Buck toward the bedroom, his arm resting around him. . It took only moments for them to strip out of their clothes, tossing them aside carelessly, the thought of a shower long forgotten—something to worry about tomorrow. The bed was waiting, warm and inviting, and when they fell into it, Buck let out a satisfying moan. HHe shifted further, moving instinctively until he was plastered against Tommy, his head resting on the man’s chest. The steady rhythm of Tommy’s heartbeat surrounded him.

Tommy’s arm wrapped around Buck, pulling him even closer.

After a moment, Tommy’s voice broke the silence, soft and gentle. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly, his words barely above a whisper.

“About?” Buck mumbled, his voice heavy with exhaustion, though he already knew what Tommy meant.

“Anything,” Tommy responded, but there was more behind his words. Buck didn’t need to hear it all—he understood the unspoken meaning, the way Tommy was offering him a chance to let it all out if he wanted to.

“Tomorrow?” he finally whispered, his voice soft but sure, settling on the promise of another day to face the harder conversations.

Tommy’s grip tightened just slightly, a silent acknowledgment of Buck’s choice. “Tomorrow,” he agreed, his voice filled with understanding.

The silence returned and the last thing Buck felt threading through his hair before he finally surrendered to sleep.

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game-of-reading · 11 months

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“You’re too good for me.”

Pairing: Bobby Singer x reader | Supernatural

Warnings: None I can think of

Spoilers: Technically takes place during season 5 episode 2 “Good God, Y’All!” but doesn’t actually include any lines from the episode

Word count: 690

You help Bobby, your boyfriend, come home and start his adjust after his recovery in the hospital.

*gif not mine, found it online so credit to who made it*

Bobby was staring out the hospital window as he waited for you to fill out his discharge papers to take him home.

He wasn’t sure how he was going to handle being in a wheelchair, or how he was going to handle not going on hunts anymore. He knew he was lucky to have you by his side, but even then he wasn’t sure if you’d remain with him.

“Ready to go, baby?” Your voice brought him out of his thoughts and turned his head to look at you as you approached his side.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Bobby grumbled in response before sighing.

“Want me to push you or are you gonna push yourself?”

Bobby contemplated your question, appreciating that you didn’t just assume if he wanted to be pushed.

“Probably be faster if ya pushed.” Bobby decided, managing a small smile.

You nodded and moved behind his chair, gripping the handlebars and turning him around to head out to the hall.

It was silent between the both of you as you pushed Bobby out of the hospital and to your car, stopping beside the passenger seat.

“Okay, do you want help getting in or do you want to try on your own?” You asked while unlocking the car and opening the passenger door, looking at him to see him staring at the car.

Again he appreciated that you didn’t just start to help, instead giving him a chance to decide.

“I want to try first,” He mumbled and you nodded, stepping back as he rolled closer before putting the brakes on the chair.

You watched as Bobby grabbed and moved each of his legs off of the chair and to the ground, bracing his left hand on the car you held a hand out so he could haul himself up.

“Okay?” You asked when he didn’t move.

“Just…” Bobby trailed off, looking at his feet before your face as you gave him an encouraging nod.

“Take your time, babe. There’s no rush.” You said, and Bobby knew you meant it.

With a deep breath, Bobby steadied himself before taking his left hand off the car to move it onto the passenger door, twisting himself and allowing you to ease him back into the seat.

Once he was sitting you let go of his hand and began to fold the wheelchair so you could put it in your trunk. Bobby took his time lifting his legs into the car and getting comfortable, closing the door just as you got in the driver’s seat.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” You said, looking at Bobby with a small grin.

~ later at home ~

You had spent time arranging a bed to the side of the library, upset that Bobby wouldn’t be able to just go upstairs anymore, so you decided to make sure he can still feel a sense of normalcy while being stuck on one floor.

“The hell are ya doing?” You turned to look at Bobby, slightly confused.

“What’s it look like?”

“Looks like ya brought down the whole bed set.” Bobby clarified, pushing himself closer. “Ya plannin’ on sleeping on a bare mattress?”

“I plan on sleeping beside my boyfriend.” You stated, sitting on the edge of the bed, grinning at Bobby’s reaction.

“No, I can’t ask you to give up that bed.” Bobby shook his head.

“Good thing you’re not asking, Bobby.” You said, leaning forward to grab the armrests, pulling him closer so you could place your hands on either side of his face, forcing him to keep his eyes on yours. “I’m going to do everything I can to help you, I will take care of you however you need me too, because I love you. So if you want me to, I’ll sleep up-” Your speech was cut off by Bobby’s lips on yours, your eyes automatically closing as you kissed back.

Bobby broke the chaste kiss, a smile on his lips as you moved your hands to rest on the chair’s armrests.

“I love you, too.” Bobby murmured, bringing his hand up to cup your face. “You’re too good for me.”

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mlovesstories · 2 years

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Read and Right Part 2

Read and Right Part 1 HERE

Summary: Dean tries to salvage his relationship with YN after their big fight.

Words: 1000ish

Warnings: cussing

“Chop, chop, boy!” Bobby snapped at Dean.

“I can’t do this!” He threw his pencil on the table.

“Fine. Don’t get her back, then. Your choice.”

Bobby stood from the kitchen table and walked into the living room. Dean heard the screen door slam.

“I need to go for a drive.” Dean twirled his keys and left Bobby’s as quickly as he could. He drove by Jody’s but he knew not to stop. Dean saw YN’s car there and hated that she didn’t want to be around him. It had been three months, and the situation of her finding out he was her father still wrecked him. Dean wanted to walk right into Jody’s house, sit YN down, and have a conversation. Jody told him she wasn’t ready, so he needed to respect that. But he REALLY didn’t want to.

Dean day-dreamed for a moment before slamming on the brakes. He saw someone running, not watching where she was going. He honked, and she jumped, pulling out her headphones. When she looked up at him, YN’s jaw dropped. She was right in front of him. Of his car. Dean opened his mouth to say something out the window, but she sprinted toward Jody’s before he could get anything out.

DAMMIT.

“JODY!” YN cried, letting the door slam behind her. The woman rushed into the living room. YN reached for her and squeezed her tight.

After calming down enough to explain what happened, she took a deep breath.

“I’m not ready!” YN screamed.

“And you don't have to be… yet. You’ll have to face this eventually.” Jody offered a reluctant smile.

“I know…” YN huffed.

“Sam!” Dean slammed Bobby’s door. He ran down the steps.

The younger brother walked in with urgency in his eyes.

“What?”

“I just saw her!”

“Huh?”

“YN! She was running and I almost ran over her!”

“Okay? She lives with Jody, and she lives not far from us. It’s not weird you saw her somewhere.”

“Whatever.” Dean rolled his eyes and went to his room.

“FINISH THE DAMN LETTER!” Sam yelled up the stairs to his brother. “YN said once you finished it, she would talk with you.”

Dean struggled to finish learning sounds and combinations of letters. Bobby was of almost zero help, feeling for YN.

YN,

Im sory. I did’nt mean too hurt you. I tied to proteckt you.

Love, Dean.

“No.” Bobby looked over his shoulder. “You’re not even trying. I know you can do better than that.”

“You’re just up my ass because you’re mad at me!” Dean turned around and stood from the chair.

“Yeah, but I also know that you can do better,” Bobby crossed his arms, face full of disdain.

“Whatever,” Dean groaned. He swiped the paper off the table and threw it in the trash.

“One sentence is not an apology letter.” Bobby stated plainly. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.” Bobby took a lined piece of paper and the pencil out of Dean’s hand. The younger one huffed. “Don’t worry about the sounds and spelling right now. Think about what you want to say. Dean, what do you want to tell her?”

“I did what I had to do. YN could not grow up in the life. IT wasn’t safe. I’m not ashamed of what I did for her. Although maybe we could have told her and explained it earlier on when she was a kid.”

“You’ve messed around too much with this letter business. You and I will work together to complete it, but by the end of this, you will know how to spell every word in it and you’ll be able to read it. Got it?”

“Bobby,” Dean sighed. He rubbed his temples.

“No, here.” Bobby tossed the pencil his way. He grabbed an extra one from the counter and adjusted in his seat. “Pretend we are writing the letter to her right now. What are you going to tell her?” Dean huffed, giving in to Bobby’s request.

“Dear YNN,

If I were to go back and make the choice again, I would have made the same one. Hunting was not something you needed to be exposed to…..”

THREE WEEKS LATER

“...I wanted wha- what’s best for you. If you become a parent, you’ll un- uh.” Dean took a deep breath. “Understand. Your dad and I did it be- because it made sense, and he fell in love with you as he became friends with our family. I don’t expect you to forgive me or whatever, but I wanted you to know that I do really love you. I’m sorry that it hap- happened the way that it did. I hope you will forgive me eventually because you are every… everything to me. Love, Dean.”

He looked up at her to notice crossed arms but a smirk on her face.

“Bobby done GOOD.” YN dropped her arms to her sides. “I think I understand. I just need you to know that I’m still processing. But I do love you too, Dean. And Sammy.” She winked at her uncle as he, Jody, and Bobby looked on.

“What about me and Jody? I put up with his sorry butt for the last four months, and Jody did the same for you.” Bobby said gruffly, but YN knew it was a facade.

“Thank you all.” She grinned and looked at her hunter crew. “You did really well, Dean. I’m so proud of you. You read that entire thing!”

“I’m surprised, myself.” Dean shrugged. “Hug? Please?”

“Fine,” YN sighed, silly.

“Thank you!” He rushed into her arms, excited that he had completed his task and was able to connect with her again. Dean hugged her tightly as she felt a sense of calm rush over her.

“I can read and write. And it’s all because of you, kiddo. I hope that you want to hang around more, but I will continue to respect your space, okay?” He backed away so that he could read her face.

“Actually… about that.”

He raised a brow.

“Can I move into the bunker? I’m done hunting, and Jody deserves her house back.” YN looked over at the other female hunter.

“Really? I mean,” he cleared his throat. “As long as you keep your room clean, of course.”

“Idjit.”

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Chapter 10 - LARP and the Real Girl

Addison yawns as she stares out at the passing scenery from where she was sitting in the backseat of the Impala. Things were still tense between the three of them. She wanted to know why Benny had called Dean in the first place, but he refused to tell her the truth. Sam was still weary of Dean and vice versa. She just wanted things to go back to normal. She still couldn’t believe that she and Dean were married. Had been married since that trip to Vegas they took nearly ten years earlier. She was still trying to wrap her head around it and the fact that Dean had kept it from her for so long. “You okay, man,” Dean asks, glancing at Sam who was intently studying a map.

“We have the most powerful weapon we’ve ever had against demons and we can’t find a way to use it,” Sam reminds.

“Yeah, well, Kevin’s on it. And when he finds something, he’ll call. So we wait. Look, we have had a rough go over the past couple of weeks. And, uh…I know what you gave up wasn’t easy. Maybe we ought to take the night off. Go see a flick, hit a bar or two, have some fun. You remember fun, don’t you, Sammy?”

A phone starts to ring. It takes Addison a moment to realize it’s her phone that’s ringing. She digs through her bag and pulls it out. Garth’s name was displayed on the screen. “Hi, Garth,” she greets.

“Hey. Why don’t you grab a piece of paper,” Garth tells her.

Addison grabs a small notebook out of her bag and writes down the details of a case. She frowns, seeing that it was near where they currently were. “Um, okay. I got everything down, but um, how exactly do you know where we are?”

“Through the GPS on your phones. I track you and a bunch of hunters to assign cases. Yeah, you’ve been Garthed,” Garth explains.

Addison hangs up and drops her phone on the seat beside her. “We need to get new phones,” she tells the boys. “Garth is tracking us and other hunters to assign cases.”

“Smart,” Dean says, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. “A total Bobby move. What’s the deal?”

“Farmington Hills, Michigan. Some guy got ripped limb from limb inside his locked apartment,” Addison replies.

“That’s not good,” Dean comments.

“Yeah. Definitely not.”

Sam reaches over the seat and grabs the small notebook out Addison’s hands. “Working a case,” he says. “As long as we’re waiting on Kevin, that’ll be our fun.” Addison sighs and turns her gaze back out of the window. She wanted things to go back to normal for them.

~*~

The trio flash the FBI badges at the officer standing outside of the apartment. “Sheriff,” Sam greets as they enter. Addison looks around the living room of the apartment. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “Special Agent Taggart. These are my partners, Special Agents Rosewood and Todd.”

“FBI,” the Sheriff replies, looking at them. He was a middle aged man with a handle bar mustache that was more grey than anything. “You guys are quick. Haven’t even got the body out yet.”

“Well, the FBI is all work, no play,” Dean replies, shooting a look at Sam.

“You know, why don’t you give me the tour while my partners look around,” Sam asks the Sheriff, clearing ignoring Dean.

“I work better on my own,” Dean states.

The Sheriff shrugs. “Your world, Agent. Follow me.”

Sam follows the agent into the bedroom while Dean moves into the kitchen. Addison stands there for a moment then follows Sam and the Sheriff into the victim’s bedroom. Blood covered the walls. A body covered by a white sheet was on the bed. Sheets covered body parts of the floor. Addison lifts up a sheet and discovers one of the victim’s arms with a tattoo of a tree on it. She doesn’t miss the dark red marks around the wrist.

“Vic's name was Ed Nelson, thirty one years old, an insurance claim adjuster. He lived alone, which was a real shocker, considering his place is full of toys,” the Sheriff states.

“So, what happened,” Sam questions.

“No sign of forced entry. Near as we can tell, he was tired up and pulled apart. Died of the shock or massive blood loss. Dealer’s choice on that one.”

Sam motions to where bag contain chains was sitting. “So what about these chains?”

“That’s actually chain mail.”

Addison raises an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

The Sheriff chuckles. “Yeah. We did find clear rope burn marks on his wrists and ankles.”

“Was anything missing from the body,” Addison questions.

“You mean aside from the arms and legs? Uh, nope. All there. Twig and berries too.”

“What about the neighbors,” Sam asks. “Did they hear anything weird?”

“Uh, neighbor downstairs said she got woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of horses stomping their feet galloping. We didn’t find any hoof prints. She probably heard a TV was having a bad dream or she was high as balls. Fortunately, we got a real lead off of his cell phone. According to the phone records, Ed’s last call was from a guy called Lance Jacobsen. An accountant, also thirties, also lives alone.”

Sam frowns. “How is he lead?”

“The two of them talked together for fifteen minutes and then Lance sent Ed here all kinds of angry texts. Some of them were you typical threat stuff, but some where a little weird,” the Sheriff explains as he leads Sam and Addison back into the living room. Dean walks over both the and subtle shakes his head, letting them know he hadn’t found anything.

“Weird how,” Dean questions.

“Like uh…‘you shall bleed for your crimes against us’ followed by the emoticon of a skull. And, uh, this beauty. ‘I am a mange. I will destroy you.’ These kids today with their texting and murder. My men just brought Lance into the station for questioning.”

“Well, we’re gonna need to take first crack the suspect,” Sam tells him.

The sheriff shrugs. “Like I said Agent, it’s your world.”

~*~

The trio walks into the interrogation room of the local police station. Lance Jacobsen was sitting at the table. Sam and Addison sit down across from him while Dean stands behind Addison, with a protective hand on the back of her chair. “Lance Jacobsen? We’re with the FBI,” Sam introduces.

“The FBI,” Lance asks, looking between the three of them. “I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe Ed's dead.”

Lance starts to cry. Addison reaches across and places a comforting hand on his arm. “Lance, just breath. Okay? You’re fine,” she softly tells him. "We just want to ask you a few questions, okay.” Lance wipes his face and takes a deep breath. He nods.

“We want to know about the, uh, texts you sent Ed last night,” Dean says.

“I told them when they brought me in those weren’t from me,” Lance replies.

“Well, your phone and Ed's phone say otherwise,” Sam counters.

“No, I mean, they were from me but they weren't me me.”

Addison stares at him. “Can you clarify what you mean?”

Lance sighs. “I’m sorry. This is all a big misunderstanding. Those text message were from Greyfox the Mystic to Thargrim the Difficult. Our characters in Moondoor. Moondoor is a game that Ed and I play. We’re LARPers.”

“Live action role playing,” Addison questions.

Lance nods. “We play Moondoor every other weekend at Heritage Park. All the info about it is on our website.”

“You guys have a website,” Dean disbelievingly asks.

“Yeah, one of the players designed it. In fact, if you log onto the site, they should have posted pictures from last night’s feast. I was there all night.”

“What does any of this have to do with the texts,” Sam questions.

“I play a character named Greyfox the Mystic. I’m a very, very powerful mage in the game.”

“Okay, uh, very powerful. Go on.”

“Ed is…Ed was Thargrim the Difficult of the Elder Forest, son of Hargrim and Bouphoin, brother to…He was the Lancelot to my Merlin.”

“What happened to cause the argument you two were clearly having,” Addison asks.

“We were named to the queen’s honor guard, in anticipation of the coming Battle of Kingdoms this weekend. I thought he broke protocol, so I called Ed after game hours and accused him cheating and then I challenged him a duel.”

“A duel,” Sam repeats.

“Wands and swords at dawn.”

Dean shifts. “Now when you say wands do you mean magic wands?”

“No. Un-magic wands, Agent. Because what I really want in a duel is an un-magic wand,” Lance sarcastically replies. “Yes! Fake wands! It’s a game! I can’t believe it. Oh, ye Gods! Thargrim the Difficult has fallen.”

Lance buries his face in his hands and lets out a sob. Sam and Addison stand up. Addison shoots him a soft smile then walks out of the with Sam. Dean awkwardly pats Lance on the shoulder. “Lance. Hang in there, champ,” Dean tells him before following Sam and Addison.

“So, either of you believe Dungeons & Dragons,” Sam questions.

“He’s not our guy,” Addison confidently says.

“He didn’t put a whammy on us,” Dean agrees. “Those weren't crocodile tears, man.”

“So, what are we looking at,” Sam asks.

“You saw the chain mail. This could be Fifty Shades of Greyfox for all we know.”

“All right, well, let’s check out the Moondoor website, see if Lance’s story checks out,” Sam replies. They walk over to a vacant desk with a computer on it and Sam sets down. It only takes him a couple of minutes to bring up the Moondoor website. “‘Welcome to Moondoor, Michigan's largest LARPing game.’”

“And I thought we needed get out more,” Dean mutters. Addison shoots him an unamused look. He smiles at her. She shakes her head and turns back to the computer as he places a hand on her lower back.

“There,” Addison says, pointing to a picture of Lance with two women. “There’s his alibi.”

“Huh. It actually looks kind of awesome,” Dean comments. Sam looks at him and Dean shifts.

“All right. There’s a video,” Sam says. He clicks on the link and brings up a video. They’re silent as they watch the video.

Dean frowns, recognizing a face. “Wait is that—”

“Charlie,” Addison interrupts. “Yeah, looks like it.”

~*~

Addison stares in disbelief as she looks around the park. Everyone was dressed in costumes. A few hours after they had talked to Lance, he had been murdered while still in the police interrogation room. He had the same tattoo on his arm that Ed had and the only other connection between the two victims was LARPing. Which is how the trio found themselves that morning at the park, surrounded by people who were all wearing renaissance costumes. Some of the people had ogre teeth or elf ears. The trio come to a stop in front of a man locked in a set of stocks with another man standing in front of him.

Addison raises an eyebrow as the man’s teeth fall out and the other man, wearing a red and white tunic, picks them up before placing them back in the man’s mouth. They finish their scene before the man wearing the tunic starts to walk away. “Excuse me,” Dean says, walking up to the man. “Hi. Uh, you are a LARPer, yeah?”

The man stares at him. “I perfect the term ‘interactive literaturist.’”

“Right. Uh, I am Special Agent Rosewood. These are Special Agents Taggart and Todd.”

“Hold,” the man shouts, pushing his hood down. “Um, guys, we’re not doing the whole genre mash up thing this weekend. We only do that every third month.”

“Come again,” Sam questions.

“Your fake badges, the cheap suits. It’s very cool. I get it. Your characters are FBI agents that somehow traveled to Moondoor, but I’m telling you it’s just — it’s straight up Moondoor this weekend.”

Sam frowns. “These aren’t fake badges.”

“Uh, yeah, they are and they’re…” the man trails off as he grabs Sam’s badge. “Very good, but, um, well, the ID number shifted to ten digits with, uh, two letters mixed in at the end of the year and the seal’s from last month. Really good work.” He hands the badge. “It’s just…it’s a tournament weekend, okay guys, so you got to follow the rules. If there’s no rule - chaos.” He pulls his hood back up. “Resume. If you would like to join the army of Moons, the queen is aways on the lookout for new squires.”

“Yes. Right,” Dean replies. “We would like to see your queen now, please.”

“Well, the queen’s calendar is booked up months in advance. But if you wish to witness what’s in store for you in her army, her highness is overseeing new squires on the pitch as we speak.”

It doesn’t take the trio long to find where Charlie was. She was in the middle of a large group wearing dark red clothing that resembled armor. “Greyfox and Thargrim are missing. We pray to the goddess they have not fallen victim of foul play. In there absence, the honor guard’s ranks are weakened. To join…” Charlie trails off when she recognizes them. “Oh, berg. Uh…The queen needs some royal ‘we’ time. Talk amongst themselves.”

Charlie walks into a large maroon tent at the back of the field. The trio follow her. Dean stops and picks up a fake sword. He examines. “Nice balance,” he says.

Sam shoots him a disbelieving look. “Dude.”

Addison shakes her head and walks with Sam into the tent with Dean following them. He was still carrying the sword. Addison raises an eyebrow seeing the elegantly decorated tent with ornate chairs.

“Charlie,” Sam begins.

“Charlie Bradbury is dead,” Charlie tells them. She unbuckles the leather arm guards she had on and shoves them into a duffle bag. “She died a year ago. You killed her. My name is Carrie Heinlein. Oh and guess what. Now you killed her too.”

Dean sighs. “Okay, listen, uh…”

“No, I buried myself. Then Dick Roman went down, his company belly up and I figure, ‘hey, it’s all good,’ and I was fine. I got my life back. Now you’re here and if you guys are here, monsters are here. Why do I have such bad luck? What am I? Some kind of monster magnet? Is there such a thing as a monster magnet? You know what? Don’t answer that. I don’t care. What I care about is not getting my other arm broken or dying So…I’m dropping my sword and walking off the stage bitches.” Charlie grabs her bag and crown off the table. She drops the crown on Dean’s head as she starts to walk out of the tent. “Have fun storming the castle.”

“Charlie,” Dean exclaims. “Greyfox and Thargrim, uh, Ed and Lance, they’re not missing. They’re dead.”

Charlie stops and stares at them. “Ed was drawn and quartered by Lance bleed out,” Addison softly explains.

Charlie doesn’t move for a moment, then sits down at the table. She motions for them to each take a seat. “Drawn and quartered and bleeding out,” she repeats. “Please stop talking again. So what do you think did this?”

“Well, aside from the, uh, mark and them both being LARPers, there’s really not much else to go on,” Dean says, pulling a photo of the tree that both Ed and Lance had on their arms.

Charlie picks up the photo. “Wait, I’ve seen this before. It’s a Celtic magic symbol. At least it was in my favorite video game. Does that help? Can I go now?”

“It’s a start, but no. Um, listen. What can you tell us about Ed and Lance,” Sam questions.

Charlie shrugs. “Good guys. Two of the best members of the queen’s ever shrinking army.”

“Ever shrinking,” Dean asks.

“My kingdom has had a lot of bad luck lately, probably cause of me, but maybe it’s tied to this,” Charlie says, motioning to the photo. “A month ago, one of my guys had both her ankles broken before battle. Before that, I had three people have hospital worthy accidents while at home. You think there’s any connection there?”

“Any common enemies,” Addison questions.

“In real life? No. Everyone gets along famously. In the game, though…” Charlie stands up and walks over to a table with a map on it. The trio follow her. There were different colored figures on the table. “They had tons on enemies. Red reps the followers of the Moon - my peeps. Green’s for the Elves, blue’s for the Warriors of Yesteryear, and black’s for Shadow Orcs. Total d-bags. This weekend is the Battle of the Kingdoms to see who wear the Forever Crown. This weekend, each faction is definitely an enemy of me and mine.”

“You know, if you, uh…” Dean begins, motioning to the red figures. “Move your arches back and your broadswords men to the west…”

“Huh.” Charlie nods. “Fight the warriors.” Dean smiles. “Hey, good call.”

“Thanks.”

“What about the southern wall?”

“Guys,” Sam says, clearly annoyed.

“Yeah,” Dean asks, looking at his younger brother. He clears his throat upon seeing Sam’s annoyed look. “Right. Sorry.”

“Maybe someone from one of the other kingdoms got ahold of something and now their using real magic to weaken your army,” Addison says.

“But why not just come after me,” Charlie argues. “And why the escalation?”

“All right, we will canvass the kingdoms. You should get out of here. We don’t want you to get hurt,” Dean says, finishing with Charlie.

“Whoa, wait,” Sam says. “Charlie knows Moondoor a lot better than we do. We need her.”

“Sam, I think we can take care of a bunch of accountants with foam swords.”

“We need all the help we can get, Dean. People are dying.”

“My point, which is usually yours, is that she should get somewhere safe and get back to a normal life.”

“Hey, I am right here and I want to leave,” Charlie interjects.

Dean smiles, triumphal. “Thank you.”

“But the queen…she has to stay. I mean, Sam is right. People are dying. That can’t happen on my watch. And you know what? I am tired of running. I like my life here. I’m gonna stay and fight for it.”

Sam’s phone rings. He pulls it out and answers. “Yeah.” Addison lightly smiles at Charlie and Dean. “Okay. Thanks. So, the toxicology report came back on Lance. Nothing. But the medical examiner said his body showed clears signs that he was killed by belladonna.”

“The porn star,” Charlie and Dean ask at the same time.

Addison raises an eyebrow. “Poison?”

“Oh,” Charlie and Dean simultaneously let out.

“However, they couldn’t find a trace of it in his system,” Sam finishes.

“Just like they couldn’t find ropes in Ed’s apartment,” Dean reasons.

“Charlie, I’m gonna need to borrow your laptop,” Sam says.

Charlie frowns. “There are no laptops in Moondoor,” she tells them and is met with three incredulous looks. “What? There are rules. But there is a tech tent four tents down.”

“Okay. How about you two go canvas and Ads and I’ll dig into these accidents and this mark,” Sam tells them before walking out of the tent.

Addison forces a smile and quickly follows Sam. She finds Sam a few feet away of her head. “Sam,” she calls out.

Sam stops and looks at her. “I’ll look into the accidents and the mark. Since you’re good at marking friends with vamps, go talk to to the other groups,” he tells her, then walks off.

Addison lets out an annoyed breath. She had hoped they were fine. But it was clear that Sam had zero desire to work alone with after everything that had occurred with Benny and Martin. She shakes her head and walks in the opposite of direction.

~*~

“Addison? Addison?”

Addison groans and opens her eyes. She was in a very nice tent laying on a very comfortable bed. And kneeing in front of her was Charlie. The last thing she remembered was walking through the woods, searching for the Shadow Orcs. It hadn’t taken her long to learn that the Shadow Orcs were using the same symbol that was found on Ed and Lance.

“Where am I,” Addison lets out, sitting up. She winces and places a hand to her forehead. “What the hell happened?”

“I was hoping you’d be able to answer that,” Charlie replies. Addison reaches into her skirt pocket and pulls out her phone. She lets out an annoyed breath upon seeing that she had no signal. “Did you see the skull figure too?”

“What skull figure,” Addison questions. Charlie motions to the figure standing by the fireplace, watching them. Addison slowly stands up. She holds up her hands. “Look, we’re unarmed. You let Charlie go. And you can keep me. We don’t want any trouble. I don’t want Sam pissed at me anymore and I want Dean and Sam to just be fine with each other again. And I’m sure that Charlie just wants to go back to being a run of the mill I.T. girl. I…I just want things to go back to normal.”

The figure pulls off the skull to reveal a beautiful woman standing in front of them. “That is all I want as well,” she tells them. She pulls off her cloak and she’s wearing a long white dress. “My name is Gilda. I’m from the Hollow Forest of Arkhmoor. I’m a fairy.”

“Swoon,” Charlie mutters.

Addison raises an eyebrow. “How did you get here,” she questions Gilda.

“I was summoned here by a spell,” Gilda answers, shooting a smile at Charlie.

“Who summoned you?”

“I don’t know his name, but I was brought here to do his bidding.”

“His bidding,” Charlie disbelievingly repeats. “That’s never good.”

“No. It’s not,” Addison agrees.

“My…master, he-he has me hurt people. He’s forcing me to. I’d never hurt anyone,” Gilda tells them. “I’m a fairy. The good kind.”

“So, why is the dick head who is controlling you forcing you to hurt people?”

“I don’t know. He started off with smaller commands, but he’s become more violent. He had me kill two men this week.”

“Man, someone is taking this game way too seriously,” Charlie says.

Gilda frowns. “Game?”

“This…my outfit, all of this…it’s just a game here.”

“Why would you play such a game?”

“This world…not so much with the awesome. The game is a way to get away.”

“It’s a lovely forest, but it’s nothing like my home.”

“And how do we get you back home?”

Gilda sighs. “I can’t break free from the spell, myself. A hero must take my master’s book of magic and destroy it, breaking the spell.”

Charlie stands up. “Gilda, my name is Charlie Bradbury and I am here to rescue you.”

Gilda smiles at Charlie and Charlie smiles back. Addison clears her throat. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it,” she says. “I’ll go find Dean and Sam. See if we can find this magic book or whatever.”

Addison turns to walk out of the tent. She stops upon seeing Dean, Sam, and one of the LARPers. “It’s him,” Gilda exclaims, staring up. “My master! Run!”

The LARPer pushes his hood down. Sam and Dean raise their guns. “No guns in Moondoor, gentlemen,” he says. “Gilda, if you please?”

A sad look crosses Gilda’s face as she waves her hand. The boys’ guns turn into feathers. “Well, now what, Gerry,” Dean asks.

“My name is Boltar the Furious,” Gerry snaps. “My plan was, after getting rid of all of my competition, to win the battle tomorrow, convincing the queen that I should be her king. But then you three idiots showed up and I was forced to improvise. Rescue the damsel in distress from the Orcs, become king, kill the three of you. That’ll work too.”

“So, why did you got from hobbling to murder,” Sam questions.

“Greyfox and Thargrim became part of the honor guard. They got close to the queen, but they did it by breaking the rules. Paying off other players with real money, rather than Moondoor currency. They were cheating.”

“And using magic isn’t,” Dean argues.

“Magic is part of Moondoor.”

“What is your problem,” Charlie questions. “Why would you hurt people? This is just a game.”

“There is no game,” Gerry shouts. Addison notices a small book hanging off his belt. “There is only Moondoor! I came here to be different, to get away from my crappy life, to be a hero, and guess what.”

“What,” Dean begins. “You were a loser in the real world and you’re a loser here? Shocker.”

“Would a loser track down a real book of spells and compel a fairy to do his bidding?”

Addison slides a under the suit jacket she was wearing. Her Colt Compact was sitting in the waist band of her skirt. “It depends,” Sam replies. He had noticed what Addison was doing. Her hand wraps around the handle of her gun. “How’d you get it?”

“eBay.”

“Look. It doesn’t have to be like this, Boltar. Just hand over the book of spells. We can work this out.”

Gerry picks up a fake sword. “This will all work out after I remove you from the playing field and wipe her memory. Gilda?”

Gilda sighs. Addison pulls out her gun and shoots the book hanging on Gerry’s belt. He lets out a shout and falls to the floor. He covers the wound on his thigh. She walks over and yanks the book off of his belt. She tosses the book to Charlie. “Save the damsel in distress,” she amusedly says.

Charlie stabs her dagger into the book. A bright light emits from it. “Are you okay,” she asks Gilda.

“I’m free of the spell,” Gilda replies. “You both saved me. The Hollow Forest is forever in your debt. I must return to those green hills now. I will take my former master with me. He must face a fairy tribunal for his sins.”

“Wait,” Charlie says. She walks over to the fairy and kisses her. Gilda smiles, then disappears with Gerry. “Call me…maybe?”

~*~

Addison sighs as she stares at the ceiling of the motel room. She had elected to stay behind while Dean and Sam went to visit Charlie. Her cell phone buzzes and she grabs it off the nightstand. “Yeah,” she answers, not taking her gaze off the ceiling.

“I need your help,” Sarah immediately greets. “Also, I’m outside of your motel room.”

Addison stands up and walks over to the door. She opens it to find Sarah, brightly grinning up at her. “What do you need help with?”

“A lead on our Rosetta Stone angel.”

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 21 (Part 1)

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Elvis invites Honey to his 68 Special

Warning: Elvis being a FLIRT, sexual tension, swearing, Bobby Kennedy

Note: From here on out swearing and sexual topics are going to pick up cause Honey and Elvis got grown, confident, and been through too much shit

Song: Heartbreak Hotel, Jailhouse Rock, & Let Yourself Go - Elvis Presley

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Charles takes the small hotel bar of soap, lathering it in his hands, before patting the suds over the bottom half of his face. “Comb me.”

I sigh, reaching over my side of the sink to grab his comb. He takes it with a concentrated face, dragging it down his cheek to practice ‘shaving’ the suds off. I roll my eyes with a big smile, watching him in the corner of my eye while I continue applying eyeliner.

“Well, aren’t you two adorable.”

I jump, smearing black down my cheek. I pout angrily, before turning to the man in the doorway. “How the hell did you get in here?”

While still shaving off soap in the mirror, Charles says, “I let him in while you were on the toilet for the past 20 minutes.”

I swear this boy’s gonna get it one day.

“You are not supposed to be answering the door by yourself. It could be strangers." I say, trying desperately to change the subject.

He scoffs, splashing his face with water. “It’s just Dad, Ma.”

Aww. He called him Dad. At least things with Charles are going easily, now I just have this asshole to deal with.

Elvis looks down at the ground, poorly trying to hide his laughter. “I told you I was bringing you to my special today.” He looks up to smirk at me.

I grab a towel to scrub off the eyeliner from my face. “Yeah, I know. I just didn’t realize how much time passed.” I groan at my appearance in the mirror. The eyeliner would have to do. At least my hair looks okay. After many years of use, I finally put the hot comb to rest and let my hair do what it does naturally. Then many more years after giving up my ways, I finally learned how to get it perfectly coiled and bouncy. Though, I admit I may have paid a little extra attention to it today. Did I do it on purpose? Maybe. For what reasons? I’ll never tell.

“You look beautiful.”

I spin around to Elvis, eyes wide, before matching his soft smile. “Thank you.” So are you.

Dammit, Honey, quit thinking like that! I clear my throat. “Alright, Charles. Let’s head out now.”

We pile in the same fancy car from yesterday. Elvis breathes in deeply, playing with his shirt and tapping his foot. At a first glance, he appears calm and collected, his bold stare aimed at the window to take in its serene views, but his giveaways are showing; something’s bothering him.

He notices me watching him and chuckles. “Last time I sang in front of an audience, you were in the crowd.”

And what a performance it was.

I hum. “Me too.” I glance over at Charles. He’s staring out the window in awe at every little thing we pass by. Poor thing was raised in such a ghetto, that a grass lawn amazed him. Once I’m positive he’s too occupied to listen, I turn back to Elvis. “So, what did Marcella say?”

He stares at me for a moment, before looking down, pretending to adjust his belt. He remains in silence.

I drop my jaw in disbelief. “Elvis!”

He curses under his breath. “I got caught up talkin with these guys about the special last night. It slipped my mind.”

I cross my arms with a sneer, “Your child ‘slipped’ your mind.”

He points a warning finger at me. “Now don’t go twistin my words, Honey.”

I drop my head back against the seat in frustration. “What are you planning to say to her? Isn’t she going to be here today?”

He shrugs. “I’ll explain everything to her when we go in. She’s a very understanding person.”

I groan. “Understanding or not, she’s your wife, she deserved to know three days ago.” He is so unbelievable. One can only be so understanding and this is one of those situations where it should NOT be tested.

We pull up to the building way too quickly. Sonny parks the car in the back, then jumps out to open my door and help me out. My heart speeds when I see the entrance. I can’t believe he hasn’t told his own wife yet!

I take a deep breath, following Elvis inside, making sure to stay very far behind. He turns around to eye me in confusion , but if I can avoid being associated with him for as long as possible, I’d like to.

Then, she comes into view.

She looks just like she did on the news. “You’re here!” She exclaims, jumping into his arms to…kiss…him. I look between them and their color coordinated outfits in disgust. Please, I’ve already seen enough.

“‘Cella, baby. I got something I need to tell you.”

Then she sees me. Elvis turns, holding his arm out to gesture over to Charles and I. “‘Cella, this is Honey. She’s, uh- an old friend of mine.”

I would wave or do something to greet her, but honestly, I’m too scared to. I feel incredibly out of place, so I keep my distance, deciding it’d be best to leave the talking to him.

She looks down, clearly seeing Charles standing shyly behind me. Her face drops instantly. She knows. “Old friend, huh?” She whispers, hoping I won’t hear.

He scratches the back of his neck. “Um, the little one’s name is Charles…He’s my son.” She takes a long breath in, swallowing hard as if she was going to be sick. “I brought them here so we can all get to know each other. As a family. Is that alright, Marcella?”

She fidgets with her fingers, nodding frantically. “Yeah- Yeah, that’s more than alright. I mean, he is your son. I can’t be upset about your past, especially when it brings someone as precious as him. Of course it’s okay.”

I take note that she only mentions Charles and says nothing about me, but I’ll store that away for later.

Elvis turns around, tilting his head to gesture me over. I reluctantly walk towards him, Charles' hand in mine. “Hi, I’m Honey.” I nervously greet her.

She smiles, before pulling me into a big hug. My eyes widen, as I debate if I should hug her back or not. I give her a small pat on her arm, terrified to do much else. She pulls away with a happy sigh. “Honey, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Marcella. I can’t wait to get to know you and Charles better!” She exclaims excitedly, waving to Charles, before turning back to Elvis to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Steve wanted a word with you before you go out there.” She says, waving for us to follow her.

This girl crazy.

I stare at Elvis for help, doubtful of the situation I’ve found myself in, but he only smirks, walking into the room with his wife. I know in his head he’s thinking about how understanding she is just like he told me, but she ain’t fooling me. She’s a good actor though, I’ll give her that, but I guess we’ll see when her true feelings about us begin to show.

I groan, already wishing I was back at the hotel, then follow through the door behind them. One side of the room is lined with TV screens and windows, all with a view of the stage down below. The cameras all point to a red platform in the middle of the room, surrounded with impatiently waiting fans.

“Hey, who is this?” A man sitting next to Jerry at one of the desks asks, staring at me confused.

“Steve, this is an old friend of mine, Honey.” Steve looks at me doubtfully. “She’s the woman that threw me in jail back in ‘58.”

I gasp, nudging him. “I did not!”

He puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his chest. “Nah, I’m just foolin ya, bab-” He clears his throat, quickly removing his arm from me to adjust his shirt.

Steve smirks at me with an eyebrow raised. “Old friend, huh?”

Why’s everyone saying that??

“-Here Comes Santa Claus, and that Little Drummer Boy, all of the classics, don’t you worry.”

My stomach twists. It’s him. I could recognize that voice anywhere.

I spin around to see The Colonel in the doorway. His face takes on a vicious form upon seeing me, instantaneously threatening me with a pointed finger. “You. I remember you. I thought I told you to stay far away from this man.” He hisses.

Elvis steps in front of me, putting up a hand in front of his manager's. “Hey, don’t ever talk to her like that. She’s here to stay now.”

“She is?”

“I am?”

Marcella and I say simultaneously.

Elvis runs his hands through his hair while he looks back at his wife. “It’s just- This whole program is to help me find my way back home. She helps me get to that place. She’s gonna help me find my way home again.” He turns to smile affectionately at me, completely oblivious to the sheer disappointment in Marcella’s eyes.

Colonel scoffs. “Well, if by home, you mean the North Pole, then we’re in business. Yay, it’s Christmas!” He claps, nervously eyeing the men in suits behind him, who stare back at him with dubious eyes. He gives one warning look to Elvis, before guiding the men to their seats.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Alright, E.P., head to the dressing rooms. We’re on in 20.”

Elvis nods and takes his leave, Marcella following close behind him. Once they exit, everyone in the room takes a long look at me before turning back to their work, everyone except Jerry, who just stares at me behind his sunglasses. He tilts his head over to the exit, standing up to walk out of the door. I take this as he wants me to follow, and walk to stand out in the hallway with him. Charles boredly eyes posters along the wall, while we talk.

Jerry leans back against a wall, removing his sunglasses to tuck them between the highest button clasped on his shirt. He clears his throat. “So, what’s your deal?”

I nervously play with my sleeves, unsure what type of answer he’s looking for. I wasn’t expecting an interview today, but I’m not surprised that his new family is suspicious of me. “What do you mean?” I question.

He points down the hall towards the dressing rooms. “I’ve seen that man with girl after girl.” Gee thank you, Jerry. “Something's different with you. I mean, obviously there was something between you two.” He scoffs, looking over at Charles. “But, what’s the story?”

I shrug. “Known each other a long time, I guess.”

He hums. “Long lost lovers?”

“Somethin’ like that.”

“Marcella know?”

“Somethin’ like that…” I awkwardly tug on my clothes.

He sighs, crossing his arms. “Look, no disrespect, but…is E.P. actually his dad? Because if you’re just trying to get money, I hate to break it to you, but we’re pathetically low.” He scoffs out the last part, dry but honest.

I throw my arms down to my sides in frustration. “Jerry, look at him! That’s Elvis’ baby!” We both look down the hallway at Charles who is now dancing to the absolute silence that was playing, his blonde hair bouncing at his every jump.

Jerry smirks, shaking his head at the scene. Seems I’ve managed to convince him with just that. “So why’d you break?” He asks.

“It ain’t obvious enough?” I scoff. “Folk didn’t exactly take kindly to us in the 50’s, if you can believe that. Amongst…other reasons.” I say, side eyeing Colonel through the window of the previous room. He follows my gaze, nodding once he lands on him. “Did Elvis never mention me…? We were in the news and everything.” I ask, confused.

He shrugs. “Colonel does a good job covering what he doesn’t want seen. And E.P. can be a tough nut to crack sometimes.”

“I have no doubt.” I scoff, looking away to peer down the hallway.

Just then, a parade of stomps swing around the corner. The first thing I see is a black boot step out and with it comes leather pants, clung offensively tight to a pair of legs. My breathing slows as my eyes scan from the floor up his body. He shakes his arms out, adapting to his jacket, also made of leather, before raising one of his ring cladded hands to tug the jacket firm against him. He keeps his chin high and walks with pure confidence. A smile pulls on his pink lips at something the man beside him says, his teeth flashing beneath his lopsided grin. Lord, he looks like lust with legs. He scans the hall until landing dangerously upon me, gunning me down until I have to tilt my head back just to match his gaze.

He hums out a chuckle. “Come on, Honey. I want you out there with me. I need a pretty face to look at while I’m on stage.” He commands deeply, pressing his hand into my lower back.

Is he-? Is he flirting with me??

I swallow, skittishly looking for my son, waving him over to follow me. “You, uh, you look good, Elvis.” The compliment comes out wavering and nervous.

“I know.” He winks, flashing me that sin of a smirk.

Oh! What did I do to deserve this torture?

He keeps his head up, shoulders back, proud and determined, marching his way to the stage. Cheers and applause fill the room, overwhelming my body with excitement even if it wasn’t for me. Jerry takes me away from Elvis and escorts us to the side just behind the audience and right next to Marcella.

“Oh, I’m so proud of him.” She squeals quietly as Charles and I take our seats.

I’m sure you are.

Charles clings onto my arm tightly. I peek down at him to make sure he’s okay, but instead of finding a bored or anxious little boy, I find a bright smile on his face. He waits with bated breath to see his hero and now dad perform right before his eyes.

I sigh. I’m here for Charles to have a father. It doesn’t matter what bullshit I have to go through, it’s for Charles.

I close my eyes, repeating those words in my head over and over.

It’s all for Charles.

‘Well, since my baby left me’

Lord have mercy.

‘Well, I found a new place to dwell

Well, it’s down at the end of Lonely Street

At Heartbreak Hotel’

It feels like I’m seeing him for the first time all over again. It’d been so long since I had last seen him perform, I nearly forgot how powerful he is. God, what a man.

‘Where I’ll be

I’ll be so lonely, baby

I’ll be so lonely

I’ll be so lonely I could die’

My mind flashes with memories of his Trouble performance. The passion, the rawness, the dirtiness, the campagne. Is it weird I’m envious of myself right now? He has that same danger in his eyes, that same thrill in his lust.

He throws himself around on the stage earning screams and squeals from the girls in the front rows.

His voice, his stare, his hips, that smirk. Oh, I should be in church with the feelings I was having.

‘They were dancing

Well, they were dancing

To the jailhouse rock’

Those feelings never went away. All those years of pushing away thoughts of him, hiding the love I felt in my heart were all very present and starving for his attention.

He runs a hand through his black hair, smoothing it while catching his breath. “It’s been a long time, baby.” He says into the mic, before making direct eye contact with me. “A long time.”

A sharp breath hitches in my chest. I was under his spell again.

Eventually the crowd clears out, making room for a new set to be laid out.

“That was great, baby!” Marcella jumps in his arms, greeting him with a kiss the second we meet up with him again backstage.

“Thank you, baby.” He smiles down at her.

Absolute torture.

“E.P. we have a problem.” Steve jogs up to us, papers in hand. “One of the dancers called in sick. We need a girl to fill in as a replacement.” He smiles guiltily. “Marcella?”

She puts her hands up, shaking them. “Oh, I’m no performer. I couldn’t.” She laughs awkwardly.

Steve bites his lips together, glancing at me from the side. “Honey?” He asks hesitantly, but hopeful.

Elvis scoffs. “Honey can’t dance. She’s too old now.” He teases playfully with a smile.

I know he didn’t.

I cross my arms, protecting my dignity from him with a huff. “I’ll do it.”

Steve lets out a breath of relief, before reaching for my hand. “Good, come on. I gotta have the other girls teach you the steps as quickly as possible.”

I follow him, glancing pridefully over my shoulder. Elvis’ smile disappears from his face, replaced with a look of discomfort while Marcella tugs on his arm for his attention. Serves him right.

I spend the next 20 minutes learning the dance moves. They try teaching me how to look as though I was being seduced by Elvis for the performance, but trust me, I didn’t need lessons to do that.

Once I perform sufficely, Steve sends me back to the dressing rooms with my costume, but he doesn’t say exactly which room to go in. I stand in the center of a hallway of doors, each one equally as generic and unspecified as the next.

They need me out there quick, I don’t have time for this.

I pick the first door I see, bursting through, only to see Elvis smoothing out his new outfit, a nice blue suit. I stand frozen as the door shuts behind me.

He whips around to face me, a grn forming on his face when he recognizes it’s me. “Well. How’s my little dancer?”

I roll my eyes, shoulders dropping in comfort. “Panicking”

He walks over to pick at the little gold bits that hang off the clothing items in my arms. “They want you in this here little number?” He pries with an eyebrow raised.

I sigh. “I know. I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s not a lot and I don’t exactly have the body I used to.” I, by all means, don’t think my body is horrible, but I’d be lying if I said it was back to what it was before having Charles.

He shakes his head. “A lil weight never hurt nobody. I definitely can’t say much right now.” He says, patting on his belly. “‘Sides, I always thought you looked cute when you’re all soft and plump. That lil weight suits you well, mama.” He winks, walking back over to his vanity.

Okay, that’s gotta be flirting.

I clear my throat, unsure how to respond, but a smile creeps onto my face no less. He still thinks I’m cute. I quickly shake my head. No time for this right now. I look around the room, searching for something to hide behind. “Um, do I just change in here? They need me out there soon.”

He raises a brow over his shoulder. “Yeah, go ahead.” He faces the vanity, playing around with some sort of product on it. Who is he fooling? He’s standing in front of a mirror. I ain’t changing right here.

I put my hands on my hips and, like I suspect, not even 3 seconds go by before I see him sneak a peek in the mirror. He smirks knowing that he got caught but looks back down pretending it didn’t happen. “Go ahead. I ain’t lookin.”

“Mhm.” I huff, turning around to remove my shirt. Hopefully, no one walks in on us. I slip on the garments, quickly learning that it is in fact not a whole lot of clothes. I shift uncomfortably in the tight pink bra, before smoothing out the matching short skirt. I turn around, finding Elvis leaning his back against the vanity, his entire body fully facing me.

I put my hands on my hips. “How long were you watching me?”

His eyes widen, meeting my face finally. “Watchin? I wasn’t watchin. I just turned around.” He lies poorly.

I groan, walking over to the vanity. I take a look in the mirror, noticing just how small and tight the outfit is. I’ve never in my life worn something this revealing. I try and pull the skirt down to cover myself as much as possible, but it does very little. “Please don’t let my son see me like this.”

He chuckles, patting my arm just as there’s a knock on the door. A woman peers in, her eyes landing on me. “There you are. We need you in makeup right away.”

“Give’er the works. She needs it. Lookin deader than an armadillo on the side of the road.” Elvis teases.

“Oh! You-” I hit on the arm, watching him grab it in pain, but still continuing the laugh. The woman giggles, exiting back into the hallway.

Elvis puts his arm around me. “You know I don’t mean it. You’re still my little Mississippi queen.” I shake my head in annoyance, before releasing myself from his hold to walk towards the door. “Well maybe not so little no more.” I gasp, but before I have time to be offended or even turn around to scold him I feel a slap on my ass.

I freeze, spinning on my toes to face him. “Did you just-”

He remains still, eyeing me over. “Reachin for something, my bad.” He lies with an evil smirk plastered on his lips.

I stay frozen in my spot, still processing what just happened. He chuckles, pushing me towards the door. “Come on. They need us out there.”

After sitting in a chair, getting my face with colors and my hair big and fluffy, not that it needed much help to get there anyway, I find myself on stage, contemplating my every life decision.

“Steve?” I call.

“Yes?”

“This outfits cute and all, but why am I dressed like this?”

“It’s a part of the whore house skit.” He answer nonchalantly, exiting the stage to go upstairs to the control room.

Damn. I know I had a baby with the guy, but the names are a little uncalled for.

Five minutes before shooting, Elvis finally enters the stage, cheerful and thrilled like he didn’t just slap my ass minutes prior, or, sorry, I guess he was reaching for something. I can’t believe him. Everything he’s done and said today has left me entirely flabbergasted.

I take a deep breath, remembering I’m about to be recorded. MaybeI shouldn’t have agreed to this. I have to perform in front of all these people, in front of him! People across the country are going to watch this. Lord, all those girls back at the church are going to see me in this, I’ll never have a job again.

“As much as I love seein you bounce all over the place, I remember you always did that when you were nervous. What’s goin on, darlin?” Elvis cuts me from my thoughts, placing a hand on my shoulder to stabilize me.

Bouncing? Was I bouncing? “Sorry, I just ain’t been in the public eye for some time.”

“Don’t apologize. You’re cute when you're nervous.” He says deeply, in a whisper.

There he goes. “You’re flirting with me again.”

“I ain’t flirting with nobody. It’s who I am.”

“Places everyone!”

The music begins, the girls and I swaying in our spots before stalking towards Elvis who enters the scene. He comes in smiling, admiring each of us. Two girls pull a chair to the middle of the room, setting it behind Elvis. I twirl my hips, extending my hand to push him down into the chair.

Each of the girls take their turn throwing themselves at him, before he stands up, backing me into a corner for the last lines of the song.

“Take a deep breath and put your warm red lip on mine

Just do like I tell you, everything’s gonna be just fine”

He spins me around, dipping me, grabbing onto me, pressing himself against me as he sings in my ear.

“Kiss me nice and easy, take your time

Baby I’m the only one here in line”

He grabs my neck, forcing me to look into his lust filled eyes. He brings our faces so close our noses bump. I’m told to pretend to look madly in love with him, as if I’m under a trance just by his gaze, but it would take one powerful woman to have to ‘pretend’.

“All you gotta do it just let yourself go”

I grin, ghosting my fingertips down his cheek. Our lips are only centimeters away from each other, I could practically taste him.

Then, a whistle is blown. “Cut!”

The girls whoop, walking off stage, but I can’t bring myself to leave Elvis' side. My beating heart missed being looked at by him like this. I'd do anything to have just another second under his touch. And Lord, I want those lips on mine again.

Just then a scream erupts from backstage.

“Bobby Kennedy’s been shot!”

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Werewolf Bites and Hot Summer Nights

An AU in which Laura and Max can’t find Hackett Quarry and end up at the Harbinger Motel, before becoming camp counsellors for the summer. Max is moody and secretive and Laura keeps bumping into the grumpiest sheriff with the cutest puppy dog eyes, and when he gives her his number ‘just in case’ a girl can’t help but drunk dial him one night. Cue overprotective and jealous Travis. And shouldn’t the officer get a birthday kiss?

Banter | Enemies to Lovers | Battle Couple | Smut

Start with Chapter One

Chapter Five

Laura was being abducted.

Actually, she and the sheriff were being abducted in the sheriff’s car, by two hunters who looked like they dined on squirrel and shopped at Ye Olde Frayed Undergarments Boutique.

The withered, white-haired man was driving, his liver-spotted but surprisingly strong-looking hands on the wheel. The bigger man was filling the passenger seat, his shoulders so broad that one arm was pressed tightly against the window.

The only reason Laura wasn’t panicking as they bumped along was because Travis seemed one part annoyed, two parts resigned, and wasn’t saying anything.

In the seat next to her, Travis cleared his throat and adjusted his belt buckle. The innocent gesture hid what he was actually trying to do, which was push his erection down.

Laura recrossed her legs, trying to squirm her underwear into a more comfortable position. She’d pulled them on at the speed of light when Travis had reached out with his long arms and yanked the door shut. She was so wet she was probably leaving a damp patch on the seat.

She and Travis exchanged glances and she remembered the filthy things he’d growled in her ear. He knew she’d liked them. He’d felt her getting wetter by the second.

She'd been so damn close.

The white-haired shook his head and muttered to himself. “Wait ’til your Ma hears about this. Just you wait, Travis.”

Travis stuck his fingers through the grille and rattled it. “Dad, I’m on duty. This is my goddamn car.”

Laura whipped her head around. “This is your father?”

He sighed and sat back. “Yeah, and my brother, Bobby.”

Bobby was sniggering in the front passenger seat. “Travis got caught with a girl.”

“Shut-up, Bobby,” Travis muttered.

What kind of mess was she in? They weren’t going very fast, so Laura tried the door handle, but it flipped uselessly. No wonder Max hadn’t been able to get out earlier. This place was a cage when the driver locked the doors.

They turned down a gravel driveway and approached a very large, very creepy old house, the kind of place that looked like it was haunted by ghosts that would send you mad and make you kill your family.

At the front door, Mr. Hackett parked and opened the back door for them, gripping the shotgun in his left hand. Laura got out, and Travis climbed out after her.

“Let me drive Miss Kearney back to camp.”

“Inside. Now.” Mr. Hackett pointed at the front door.

“She doesn’t know anything,” Travis exclaimed, but Bobby grabbed both their shoulders and shoved them into the house.

Laura doesn’t know anything? That seemed pretty harsh to Laura seeing as she was a college graduate, but she supposed that Travis wasn’t referring to the theory of evolution by natural selection or Planck’s constant.

The vibes around Hackett Quarry had been strange all summer. Maybe she was about to find out what Travis was so jumpy about.

Laura allowed herself to be marched inside along with Travis, but she paid careful attention to where the doors and windows were, ready to run the first chance she got. The house was as lovely on the inside as it was on the outside. Peeling wallpaper, old oil paintings and curling maps, squeaky floorboards.

They emerged into a living room lit by a single storm lamp. An old woman was sitting in a high-backed armchair.

The old man jabbed Travis in the ribs. “Tell your Ma what you’ve been doing when you should have been hunting.”

“Ma” was a stick thin, hard-mouthed old woman in her seventies who looked like she enjoyed dragging small children around by their earlobes.

Laura waited for Travis to tell these people they were all round the bend for kidnapping him in his own car along with a grown woman. As “Ma” bestowed her son with a gaze that glittered harder than diamonds, Travis paled.

“Well? Why are you here where you should be huntin’?” Her voice cracked like a whip around the room. Even Laura felt its lash.

Travis reached for Laura. “We’re going, Ma. I’m taking Miss Kearney back to camp, and then I’m—”

“You stay right there!” she snapped, and Travis did as he was told.

All the hairs stood up on the back of Laura’s neck. There was something very wrong in this house. A dark energy that turned everything bitter and sad, and it seemed to be radiating from this old woman.

Mrs. Hackett stood up and turned to Laura, raking her with eyes like lasers. Laura suppressed the urge to tug on the hem of her short dress and pat down her hair. She suddenly felt naked.

“Who the hell is this?” Mrs. Hackett asked.

“She’s a counsellor at—”

“Not you,” Mrs. Hackett snarled.

Mr. Hackett spoke in ominous tones. “They were in the back of his car.”

The old woman gave Laura a look that could melt metal and took in her bare legs and messy hair. The hot and heavy moments she’d spent with Travis were clinging to her skin, and she had the unsettling notion that everyone in this room knew what she and Travis had been up to.

“What were you doing with this girl, Travis?”

“We thought we heard an animal.” Travis looked meaningfully at his parents, trying to communicate something.

“We did hear an animal. Travis said it was a bear,” Laura said slowly, watching their faces. Bear had to be a lie. It just had to be. What were they hiding? Did Travis have another brother called Leatherface who prowled for victims on the full moon?

“That’s Sheriff Hackett to you, girlie.” Mr. Hackett surveyed Laura with a severe expression, his lips pressed tightly together. Now she knew where his son got it from.

“Ma, Miss Kearney doesn’t know—”

The skinny old woman glared at her son. “Shut up. Was I talking to you?”

Travis flinched and bowed his head, and anger erupted through Laura. “Wow. Is that any way to talk to your son?”

Mrs. Hackett’s eyes narrowed. Mean old bitch. “You. Girl. What were you doing in the back of that car with my son?”

Laura tapped her chin, pretending to think. “I could tell you, but I just remembered it’s none of your goddamn business.”

Travis groaned under his breath and sank his face into his palm.

“I’m his mother. Everything that boy does is my business.”

“He’s fifty-six years old!”

Mrs. Hackett pointed a bony finger in her face. “Harlots and sluts like you can still get their claws into him.”

Travis lifted his head and raised his voice. “Ma! Shut the fuck up.”

Laura glanced at him in surprise. So he could stand up to his mother. Just not for himself.

“Don’t you talk to your ma that way,” Mr. Hackett growled.

Travis bowed his head again, but a muscle in his jaw ticked.

Laura shook her head and turned toward the door. “Okay, the looney toons have gone on long enough. I’m leaving.”

Travis caught her arm. “Not alone, it’s not safe. I’ll take—”

“Lock her in the cellar, Bobby,” the old man ordered.

“No one’s locking Miss—”

“We can’t. You know what’s down there,” Mrs. Hackett replied.

Laura’s eyes widened. What was down there?

“Then chain her up in the attic. We’ve got spare chains.”

Spare chains? Laura started to panic. “Are you all freaking crazy? No one’s locking me in a cellar or chaining me in the attic.”

Mrs. Hackett started shouting. So did Mr. Hackett. As if caught up in the drama of the situation, Bobby started exclaiming, “Travis had a girl in his car,” over and over.

“Everybody just calm the hell down,” Travis shouted, and everyone did, which seemed to shock him more than anything else that had happened tonight. “I’ll take Laura—Miss Kearney—back to camp. You’re all scaring her over a bear hunt.”

Mr. Hackett looked at his wife to make the decision.

Laura stepped closer to Travis and breathed, “Get me out of here, right now.”

Travis held his hand out to his father. “Give me my damn keys.”

“Ma” didn’t say a word, so Mr. Hackett handed them over.

Laura couldn’t walk fast enough as she followed Travis out of that maze of a house. In the front seat of his car, she put her head between her knees and dragged breath into her lungs.

“What the fuck. What the fucking fuck. I thought your family were going to kill me.”

Travis started the car and drove back toward the main road. “I’m sorry. It’s the bears around here. Everyone gets a little crazy about them at the full moon.”

Laura reared up. “It’s not fucking bears, Travis! Don’t lie to me.”

He winced, and Laura took a deep breath. The way he’d cowered in front of his mother was still seared into her brain.

“Does your family always talk to you like that?” she asked in a softer tone.

He pretended to be focused on the very difficult task of driving in a straight line down a straight, smooth road.

Finally, he muttered, “Don’t worry about it.”

That was one of the worst family dynamics she’d ever witnessed. That old witch treated her eldest son like trash. No one stood up for him. He couldn’t stand up for himself.

But he’d stood up for her.

Mrs. Hackett had called her a harlot and a slut, and he’d told her to shut the fuck up.

Laura nearly reached out for his hand, wanting to squeeze it, but every other strange thing that had happened this evening stopped her.

“What’s in your parents’ cellar that they didn’t want me to see?”

He opened his mouth and closed it again. “My family takes hunting very seriously.”

Laura flopped back against the seat and shook her head. “If you’re going to lie to me, don’t bother talking at all.”

Travis took her words deeply to heart and didn’t utter one syllable as they drove back to where they’d left the SUV by the side of the road.

The moment Laura got out of his car and slammed the door, she wanted to jump back in, wrap her arms around him and tell him that she was so, so sorry for the horrible way his family treated him.

Plus she’d left her orgasm in that car. He had it, and she wanted it.

***

Laura sighed and started the SUV. As she drove back to camp, she wasn’t surprised to see the sheriff following her. Keeping her safe from “bears.”

Travis arrived home just after dawn, eyes burning with exhaustion and a dismal feeling festering in his heart.

He lived in a house adjoining the police station and as he walked down the hall he raked his fingers through his short hair. A scent on his fingers caught his attention.

Laura.

He stared at his hand. What a humiliating experience, to have the girl he’d been obsessing over finally in his arms, fleetingly interested in him, only for his family to interrupt them at the critical time.

He didn’t care about himself. If only Dad and Bobby had waited just one more minute, then he could have at least given her something good and kept a heavenly memory for himself. There was no chance of that ever happening between them again. Laura wouldn’t come within a mile of him again after seeing how pathetic he was, a man who cowered in front of his mother.

Travis closed his eyes and groaned. At fifty fucking six years old.

Rum for breakfast? He sauntered through his house to the kitchen, picked up an open bottle of dark rum.

Rum for breakfast.

He necked it from the bottle, and the alcohol burned down his throat, stole his breath and silenced his thoughts. He usually had rum for breakfast the night after a full moon, when the exhaustion and disappointment were bone deep.

He could smell Laura on his fingers and damn, her scent was something else. The only thing he wanted to think about right now was the pleasant, warm buzz of the rum and hot, heavy moments with Laura in the back of his car. Her telling him to look for the bear. Again. And again. Demanding he rub against her. And she’d called him bossy.

A smile hooked the corner of his mouth. Little brat.

The wall phone next to him let out shrill ring, shattering his daydream.

Travis rubbed his tired eyes and picked up the receiver. “Sheriff Hackett.”

“What were you doing with one of my campers last night?”

Chris. How wonderful. More family. “Camp counsellor,” he corrected.

“Same thing.”

“She went for a drive in the moonlight, and Silas found us before I managed to send her back.”

“Shit. Which counsellor?”

“Laura Kearney.”

“Did she see—”

“No.”

Silence stretched.

“Bobby was saying stuff about you and her.”

Sometimes he could wring his little brother’s neck. “Bobby barely knows one end of a shotgun from the other.”

Chris made a non-committal noise. “All right. Thanks for picking her up and bringing her back. I hope Ma didn’t freak her out too much.”

“What do you think?” Travis growled, and slammed the phone down.

He took a final swig of rum and then went to his bed.

The week that followed the full moon always felt hollow because it was then that the Hackett family lived in their disappointment that yet again they hadn’t managed to kill Silas. Travis avoided the family home like it was filled with plague.

He was always thinking about Laura. Late at night he thought about her even more. He searched for a lot of college girl porn. Blonde girls with older men. Not innocent, helpless blondes, but bratty ones with fire in their eyes who needed to be held down until they were whimpering please and being pounded into the mattress. The ones who loved to be manhandled and spanked and told what to do. Forced what to do.

Nothing illegal or messed up. A game because they both liked it.

He checked his phone often, hoping for a sarcastic text from her that would give him an excuse to charge around to camp and tell her off for wasting his time when he was busy.

But his phone stayed silent except for calls about noise complaints and stolen cars.

He’d never wanted someone to talk back to him so much in his life.

***

Another month sharing a bedroom with four other girls with no access to her vibe, Laura was starting to go around the bend.

The first month at camp, she’d had the odd lewd thought about Travis Hackett. She’d been turned on and squirmed a little in her underwear. She’d been noticeably wet several times and felt the aching need to be penetrated.

She’d fantasied about his thick cock dragging in and out of her while she had one hand pressed against his chest with the other working her clit. The fantasy had always passed off when she became distracted by other things.

Now it wasn't passing.

She couldn’t bring herself to try and get off in her bunk while the other girls slept. She remembered Travis’ question in the back of his car. Do you ever touch yourself?

Chance would be a fine fucking thing. In her own bed, she loved to go to town on herself. She was never going to take that luxury for granted ever again.

It was late afternoon and Laura’s Triple X daydream had moved past the first orgasm she’d had with her fingers and now he was really going for it, pumping into her in an unrelenting rhythm, their mouths parted, breathing hard. She gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life. His shaft was glistening with her wetness. He pushed her knees up to her shoulders and leant his weight on her, because bratty girls needed to feel it deep inside them to know who was boss.

Laura groaned and pushed her hands through her hair.

“Something wrong, Laura?” Abi looked up from helping one of the kids with a drawing. Laura was meant to be helping with the group. Instead, she was gripping a pencil like she was about to snap it in half.

Sweet Abi. She imagined what Abi would say if she confessed the truth. I need to be screwed stupid by that middle-aged cop you may have seen around. Absolutely ruined by him. You get me?

Abi.exe has stopped responding.

Laura rubbed her breastbone. “Ugh, indigestion.”

“You go get something from the nurse’s station. We’re just about finished here, anyway,” Abi offered.

Maybe walking it off would help. Laura got to her feet. “Thanks, Abi.”

Dragging her feet, Laura walked dismally around to the lodge, wondering if she’d ever feel cheerful again.

Max was too proud to talk to her about whatever was eating him.

Travis was probably avoiding her over what had happened at the full moon.

There was a mystery at Hackett's Quarry that no one else seemed aware about. Everything was such a mess.

As she reached the front of the lodge, a familiar cop car pulled up. A tall man got out, dressed in a blue uniform, his gold badge gleaming in the afternoon sunshine.

He saw her right away. He’d probably seen her before she’d seen him.

He didn’t look through her.

He looked at her.

Laura’s heart soared.

Her clit practically cheered.

The sheriff was here.

***

I’ve been able to get out a chapter a day this week but I’m busy tomorrow so it will probably be a day or two before I post the next one. I can’t wait to write the next part. I’m having loads of fun! I hope you’re enjoying it too. Until then, leave me a comment and let me know what you think of the story so far.

CHAPTER SIX

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The Nanny - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader - PART 2 (smut)

“How long has this been going on?” Elsa asked, the two of you lounging on the couch while the kids were napping.

“I wasn’t aware anything was going on until yesterday” you answered, blushing as you told Hemsworth’s wife about your plans to stay with Tom over the short break.

“Well, if you ask Chris he’ll tell you he’s always known, but I was the first one to call it.” She gave you a smug look.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?!” you threw your arms up. “Would have been nice to know I actually had a chance.”

“You didn’t tell me you fancied him!” Elsa laughed. You both heard India start scooting down the stairs one by one.

“Doesn’t everybody?” you smirked, standing to go grab India. “Half the time I’m certain your husband has a crush on him.”

“Oh, he does.” Elsa laughed, following you up the stairs.

You and Elsa got the kids fed and dressed so she could visit Chris with the kids on set.

“You may as well bring your bag now” she suggested. “You can just go home with him when he’s done filming.”

You took a deep breath, thinking through what you should even pack.

“Are you nervous?” she asked, telling India to put her shoes on.

“I’m…I don’t know. This doesn’t feel real.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“I’ve been watching it happen for over a year, Y/n. It’s real. Now, living with someone makes you privy to certain details about each other that you otherwise wouldn’t know…I don’t snoop, but our laundry has crossed paths a few times…so when I tell you to wear the black lace lingerie, take my advice.” She winked, going to put India’s shoes on the correct feet.

When you all arrived at the set, the guys were in the middle of filming. You and Elsa sat back and watched them work through the choreography of a scene for about 20 minutes before a break was called.

“Do you mind watching the boys while I take India over to Chris?” Elsa asked.

“Not at all” you smiled and waved her off. You were sat on a bench and the twins were sat on the floor at your feet, so they could play with their blocks.

When Chris saw Elsa, his face lit up like a child’s. He ran off of the sound stage to meet her halfway. You spotted Tom looking around the room until he made eye contact with you, smiling and waving. When he passed Elsa and Chris, Elsa pulled him into a hug. It was obvious she was talking about you because she literally pointed while Tom ducked his head like they were teasing him. Tom continued towards you, joining you on the bench by the boys.

“How is filming going?” you asked, resting your hand on his thigh.

“Today has actually been a lot of fun” he answered, putting his arm around your shoulders. “I am, however, incredibly sore from all of the choreography. We’ve been shooting fight scenes all day and I think every bit of me has been whacked or stepped on at least once.”

You ran your hand up and down his thigh, looking up at him. “You sound like you need a massage.”

“Are you offering, darling?” Tom’s voice sounded a tad husky and his eyes dropped to your lips for a split second.

“Oh, I would love to get my hands on you” you teased before he dipped down to press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

“Come on, boys” Elsa called as she walked towards her twins.

Chris teased the two of you. “Really? In front of the children?”

“Be nice” Elsa scolded him.

“Or what?” he laughed, throwing the boys blocks into their bag and picking up Sasha. Elsa turned and gave him a knowing look. Chris nodded and replied, “Yes ma’am.”

“You are officially off duty” Elsa said, picking Tristan up.

You snuggled into Tom’s side a bit and sighed before hearing him say “I’ll take good care of her, I promise.”

When it was time for Tom to head to the make-up trailer to get out of costume, he grabbed your hand and took you with him. When they removed his wig and handed him make-up wipes, you started pulling out the bobby pins and combing your fingers through his hair. Dragging your nails gently over his scalp had him practically purring in your hands. “Better?”

“That feels amazing” he replied, his eyes shut and the make-up wipes forgotten.

“Finish up” you said, kissing his temple and grabbing the dirty make-up wipes from him to throw them in the trash.

“Eager, are we?” he teased, continuing to remove the stage make-up after the make-up artist left the trailer.

You watched him scrub the last bits of Loki away, a soft fond smile on your face. “For you?” He turned to face you. “Let’s just say I’ve probably been thinking about it a lot longer than you have.”

Tom stood up and threw the rest of the dirty face wipes away. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“I don’t know, I think everyone fell in love with you in Thor.” You replied.

“It doesn’t count if I hadn’t met you yet.” He laughed, gathering his things.

Picking up your bag, you turned to leave the trailer. “We met like, what? A year later?”

“That Christmas, actually.” Tom answered, following you out of the trailer. “You had already moved in with Chris and Elsa. She was just starting to really show her baby bump.”

“The party.” You said, nodding in agreement. “I remember. I felt like a massive fangirl when Chris introduced us.”

“Far from it” Tom answered, pulling your bag’s strap off your shoulder to carry your bag. “First, you looked incredible. You had on black and burgundy and I’m certain I spent an inappropriate amount of time looking at your ass.”

You laughed, remembering the dress. You felt like Morticia Addams with more cushion for the pushin’.

“Second, you were so confident. Every other person I met that night just wanted to talk about gossip or getting Botox or they’d ask me to do an impersonation. You asked me questions. Meaningful questions. You actually had opinions of your own when I asked about your favorite writers and films and such.”

You could feel yourself falling more and more the longer he went on. “I didn’t know you had such a high opinion of me.” You said, watching Tom put the bags in his car.

“Admittedly, I should have told you sooner.” He replied, coming around the car to open your door for you. When he climbed into the driver’s seat and buckled up, he continued. “But I am absolutely looking forward to making up for lost time” he said, leaning across the console to kiss you.

You stopped and grabbed food to take back to Tom’s. The two of you ate and had a few beers while lounging on his couch. It all felt very…normal? Comfortable. You were snuggled into his chest listening to him talk about how Hemsworth had broken three separate props today when you remembered what he had said about being sore.

When you went to pull away from Tom, he tightened his arm. “Darling, if you’re standing up to clean up the dinner mess, I will personally see to it that I find some way of punishing you during your stay.” You watched Tom lick his lips as he awaited your reply.

“While I know that I would enjoy every second of whatever you consider punishment, I was actually going to tell you to take your clothes off.” You smirked, watching his lips part and his eyes widen.

You stood and grabbed the trash from dinner, swaying your hips as you walked towards the kitchen trash can. “Hey!” Tom laughed, sitting upright on the couch. “Were you just trying to distract me?”

You walked back in the room with a bottle of lotion in your hands. “Why are you still dressed?” you teased him.

“I’d be at a disadvantage if I were the only one undressed” he replied, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get me naked soon enough” you laughed, kneeling by the couch. “Lose the pants and lay down on your stomach.”

“I’m never going to catch up if you keep spoiling me.” Tom stood and unbuttoned his jeans.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you asked, your eyes glued to Tom’s body.

Tom loved that you seemed to get just as distracted by him as he was by you. “Y/n, you’re always the one taking care of everybody. Constantly.” He tossed his jeans to the side, standing in front of your kneeling form.

“Well, isn’t that just the pot calling the kettle black” you said, patting the couch and telling him to lay down. After warming some lotion in your hands, you ran them slowly but firmly up Tom’s back. “Tom, you’re always the first person to help.” Tom moaned, pressing his face into the cushion to quiet the noise. “You are always checking on me or helping with the kids or…”

“Well, I’ve been trying to show you how I feel, but it’s hard when you don’t need anything, and you don’t accept anyone’s help.” Tom interrupted you. “Oh, fuck me” he moaned, turning and laughing into the cushion. You were working on a knot in his muscles near his shoulder and you just got it to loosen up. “It’s really hard to have a serious conversation while you’re eliciting very sexual noises from me.”

“I’m actually enjoying this.” You smirked, starting to work on another knot.

“Well, what I’m trying to say…*moan*…is that I don’t want you feeling like you HAVE to do anything for me…*Oh god, whatever you just did felt amazing*…I want you to feel taken care of too.” Tom’s very heartfelt sentiment was spoken between groans, moans, and swear words.

“Sweetheart, I do things for people because I want to” you said, moving down his back towards his ass. “Just like you do and just like Elsa and Chris do. It’s not a competition. I’m not keeping score.” You were kneading your thumbs into Tom’s hip and thigh muscles.

Tom tried to sneakily adjust his growing issue between himself and the couch, but you saw. With your hands all over him, he was having a hard time not letting his mind wander. “If that’s true then you just have to accept that I want to do things for you too.”

“I think I can allow it.” You started working your way back up his thighs, when he reached back and grabbed one of your hands.

“This feels incredible, but if you keep touching me, I’m just going to get more and more turned on.” He turned to sit on the couch with a throw pillow covering his lap.

“And?” you said, still kneeling by the couch. You ran your hands up Tom’s thighs, your finger teasing at the band of his briefs.

Chucking the pillow to the floor, he leaned forward and pulled you into a rough kiss. “Take your clothes off.”

“Gladly.” You stood, pulling your shirt off and unbuttoning your jeans. Turning around so that Tom got a great view, you bent over and slid your jeans down your legs. When you turned around, you saw Tom palming himself as his eyes took in the black lace bralette and thong.

“Wherever you bought that set…we’re getting more of them.” Tom said, stripping off his last item of clothing before leaning forward and slipping his fingers into the waist of your thong. “You look unbelievably sexy.”

Tom made you feel like a goddess. He dragged your panties down your legs, letting you step out of them. When he leaned back you saw just how endowed Tom was. He saw you lick your lips and smirked.

Leaning back on the couch with his legs spread, Tom patted his thighs and started stroking his manhood. “Come here, gorgeous. That is, if you can handle me.”

While you were slipping out of your bralette, you teased back. “Are you sure you can handle me?”

“Sweetheart, I know that you’re a lot of woman…I know what I’m getting myself into” he said, still admiring your body… “and I am going to lick, touch, or suck every part of you before you leave this apartment.”

Placing your knees on the outside of Tom’s legs, you straddled his lap, letting him pull you into a rough kiss. His hands found their way to your ass, and then your breasts, and then your hips as he pulled you tight against his torso. “There is a condom in that drawer” he pointed to the small table by the couch.

“I’m on birth control…” you said, waiting for his response.

“Then it’s up to you” Tom answered, still wanting you to set that boundary.

You connected your lips in another kiss. “We don’t need it.”

Tom slid his hand between you two and ran the tip of his hardness up and down your dripping slit. “Jesus Christ, Y/n.” Tom brought his wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “Mmm, so sweet. Glad to know I’ve got you as hot and bothered as you have me.”

You dragged your tongue along Tom’s bottom lip, asking permission to deepen the kiss. When his tongue ran over yours you could taste yourself in the kiss.

“I can’t wait anymore. Please.” You said, your hands roaming Tom’s perfect chest.

Tom pushed into you in one smooth motion, digging his fingers into your hips, “Ride me.”

You put your hands on the back of the couch and started moving, feeling him move his hips in rhythm with you. “Oh, fuck” you moaned, throwing your head back.

Tom buried his face in your chest, sucking love marks into the tender skin there. “God, you feel incredible.”

When Tom shifted a bit and hit your G spot, you could have sworn you saw stars. You grabbed his face and begged him to do it again.

Tom looked cocky, absolutely obsessed with making you fall apart. “Like this?” he said, roughly hitting the same spot a few times in a row.

“Tom!” you moaned his name, your fingers finding their way into his hair as you crashed your lips against his.

Tom could feel you clenching around him, your legs starting to shake. “Can you cum for me, baby?” He was ready to burst, himself.

You couldn’t form words. Your hands moved to your breasts, absentmindedly playing with your nipples as your orgasm built.

“You look luscious, y/n.” Tom gripped your hips, holding you in place as he franticly thrusted into you. “I’m gonna…”

Tom’s snap into overdrive tipped you right over the edge. Your bodies glistened with sweat and Tom’s hair was mussed from your idle hands. As you came down from your temporary highs, Tom kept running his hands up and down your sides, kissing your temple and then your shoulder and then your cheek.

When he pulled out of you, you groaned and tucked your face into his neck.

“Don’t worry, my sweet. There’s plenty more where that came from.” Tom held you against his chest, feeling both of your breathing level back out.

When you thought you could actually move again, you sat up and pulled him into a gentle kiss. “Mmm…thank you.” You said against his lips.

“Let’s go get cleaned up, darling.” Tom held your hands as you stood.

“Lead the way.” You smirked, waiting for Tom to walk ahead of you. When he did, you couldn’t help but smack his amazing ass.

“Is that your way of telling me you want to be spanked?” Tom quipped, grabbing a stack of towels and taking them to the bathroom.

You laughed and then stood there thinking about what he had asked. *mmm Tom’s hands* *I mean, he did tell me he would punish me for cleaning up dinner* *Oh god, thinking about him being rough is turning me on all over again*

You were thinking it through when he popped his head back around the corner. “Might I suggest you have your dirty thoughts in the shower so we don’t run out of hot water.”

You shook your head, ending your daydream and looking at the adorable face staring back at you. You walked towards him, going on your tip-toes to give him a quick kiss. “Spanking is a yes.”

Tom laughed, walking with you to the shower. “We should probably try a bit of everything, if I’m being honest. It’s good to try new things.”

Your eyes went wide. “You only have two days off work.”

Tom pulled you to his chest, under the water. “My sweet, we’ve got the rest of our lives.”

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston x reader #Tom Hiddleston x Curvy reader #Tom Hiddleston Imagine

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ravenadottir · 2 years

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Carl's last lie detector question- "are you afraid of our future on the outside?"… oh wow… what a bump that could cause depending on how it's answered… I'm adding that to my daydreaming scenarios for my Carl run mc…

anon is referring to this ask... let me give you a bit more about carl and the lie detector.

"ok, next question." chelsea smiles at her closest mate. "don't worry babes, you're doing great!"

it didn't feel like it was. her stomach was flipping inside of her, and if it wasn't, it surely felt that way. "alright, shoot, chels!"

"are you afraid of our future outside?"

"what?!" she said, jumping in her seat in response. she thought a lie could be the perfect solution at that moment, after all, his words from just a couple days earlier were still loud and clear in her mind.

he never commits. why would he say that to her face? beside the fact that he's been honest about everything and that he can't for the life of him lie? well, she guess those reasons. that was why.

there was strong contemplation about lying in her answer. it would've been easy to just say 'no'. to give him a little peace of mind, and maybe herself. maybe that peace would grow naturally in her but she wasn't holding her breath.

"well..." she stuttered unfinished words. "yes."

carl, on the couch, just outside of the room, shut his eyes with a deep sigh. his peers were all observing his body language as he slowly buried his face in his giant hands, so far completely in jutsu position.

"you ok, man?" gary said, his voice low and discreet.

"aha." he responded, also keeping his tone down.

"thing is..." she continued, only in the presence of chelsea in the booth. "... we have talked about the future... it didn't look too bright from his point of view. i can't lie, that scares me."

"oof." bobby let a loud breath escape. "i'm sorry man. didn't mean it like that."

"if she's feeling that insecure that's on him, not on her." marisol started. "i could tell you exactly why you feel like that." she adjusted herself on the cushion, her gaze on carl's trembling hands. "when was the last time you trusted someone?"

"ok, mari, that's enough..." bobby got up from his seat, grabbing marisol's hand and taking her away.

from the big screen on the wall, carl could see a couple of beads of sweat on the girl's forehead, multiple wires strapped to her arms and chest, waiting for a positive or negative confirmation about her statement.

he didn't need one though. he knew exactly how she was feeling, and it was his fault. from the moment he had said it he regretted it.

"why would i say that!?" he thought to himself right after leaving the daybeds that afternoon. "because i'm stupid." he said, this time out loud, back on the sectional, still waiting for the dreaded truth to appear on the monitor.

TRUTH.

he knew it. the only thing he could see was chelsea's pursed lips as she walked the other girl out, ready to find him and have a conversation.

"hey." he said to her with a weak smile. "you were great."

"yeah." she looked at her feet, curling her toes in bashful claws. "should we talk?"

"yeah, we definitely should."

#litg carl #litg #love island the game #litg s2 #litg season 2 #queue #imagine #lie detector

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asratheastralcadaver · 2 years

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06-02-2022 DR: SuperNatural

These are the occurrences of my first long shift to my supernatural DR. The following will contain adult themes and violence.

Minors Do Not Interact.

The crack of a beer being opened woke me from my trance and I found myself sitting on the couch next to Bobby's desk with a news paper draped across my lap. "Are you even listening to me you idjit?" He asked looking at me from across the room as he lifted the beer to his lips taking a swig of it. Swallowing hard I took a deep breath glancing around the room to ground myself before trying to speak. Looking down to the news paper I learned my throat scanning through it looking for so scrap to go on. "Uh vampires...?" I question catching the words blood and drained before meeting his eyes. "Well no shit Sherlock you solved the case." His sarcasm was comforting in an ironic way making it easier to breathe.

"Wow okay dick." I chuckle adjusting myself in the seat, "What were you saying Bobby?" Asking as he crosses the room handing me a beer. The cold feeling against my hand caused my brow to furrow before relaxing as I took it pulling it to myself to open. "I was sayin that we need to head down to Georgia before more of these bodies pile up." He huffs as I take a sip of the beer its bitter flavor coating the inside of my mouth causing me to cough slightly. Pulling it back I squint at the label only to remember that here this is the beer, sighing I take another drink holding the liquid in my mouth letting it settle on my taste buds so I grow accustom to the flavor. It was pungent, a more citrus heavy note with a slightly almost herby after taste. 'I could get used to this, it's not the worst beer I've ever had.' Thinking to myself as I down the rest of the bottle clanking it down onto the coffee table in front of me. "Alright then let's get going." Standing up to head outside

I could hear Bobby shuffling around behind me as he muttered "Damn idjit" under his breath. Opening the front door my jaw drops as I look over my childhood car, my uncles black cherry and creme 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle sat shiny gleaming like a jewel untouched by time. Quickly closing my mouth I step slowly towards the car unblinking afraid that it would evaporate in a moments notice. My hand slowly reaching out touching the hood of the car. A chill runs down my spine as I feel the solid metal frame under my fingertips. Looking into the car through the windshield I could see traces of my existence in it a bag haphazardly throwing into the passenger seat with a red tag hanging off of it 'Remove before flight' and other goofy patches and pins clinging to the black material. Clearing his throat Bobby called my attention back to him. "Kid are you alright? You seem kind off." He asks genuine concern glazing over his eyes taking me back for a moment. "I'm fine just feeling dried out I guess." I chuckle dryly looking back down to the car then back up to him. "Alright but if you need to talk I'm here for you kid." Making his way over to his car he chucks his bag into the trunk. "I'll follow you." I call over to him digging around in my pocket in hopes of finding the key and to my luck it was with a bunch of nerdy keychains attached to it along with a small heart picture frame holding a photo of Charlie holding a huge margarita. I smile letting myself into the car.

Sinking into the leather creme colored seat I felt myself relax into the familiarity. Turning the key the engine roared to life and I felt any hesitation slip away like smoke from the lungs after a long drag on a cigarette. Opening the glovebox a handful of colorful cassettes fall out into the floorboard. "Fuck." mumbling I lean over picking them up. Each cassette case had a silly name stuffed into it with colorful writing with small track lists. Looking in the glovebox a note stuck to the door with a smiley face grabs my attention. Pulling it out and reading it I find myself smiling. 'Asra, I hope you like these mixtapes for your road trips. I want you to know it was a pain in the ass to get the equipment to burn cassettes so you better love me. Charlie <3' smiling I slowly stack them back in the glovebox so they won't fall back out tucking the note lovingly in with them picking one at random to slip into the radio. 'I'm Walking on Sunshine' pours from the speakers causing me to laugh. Pulling out of Bobby's driveway behind him I zone out following his car. Time passes faster then I expected to because it wasn't long before the sun had set and was making it way back up into the sky again. Sitting in the car for over fifteen hours really only felt like a few minutes as we pulled into the parking lot of a dodgy looking motel. Getting out of the drivers seat I stretched leaning again the car hoping to relieve some of the tension in my muscles.

"I got us two rooms, go get yourself a nap or something kid you look like roadkill." He throws me a key catching it I roll my eyes. "Wow thanks Bobby such a charmer." I grumbled going to dig in my trunk for a bag with clothes in it finally finding a duffle stuffed to the brim with an assortment of things. Heading to room I make the conscious note to pay for lunch whenever I get up. Dropping my bag next to the table I lock the door and trudge over to the bed face planting into the stiff mattress letting out a sigh of relief to finally be stationary for a moment. My mind rolls a black screen and I jolt up still fully dressed laying on the motel mattress. Cracking my neck I look over to the shitty alarm clock on the nightstand to note I've only slept for about an hour but I no longer feel any form of fatigue. Getting off the bed I stretch and scoop the bag off the floor dumping out it contents to find something to change into after I shower. Noting the damn cloning of each clothing item I grab a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, as well as a fresh pair of boxers.

The shower was cleaner then I had expected from how gross the outside of the motel was. The water ran at a lukewarm at best temperature which is just fine by me. After cleaning the sweat and stress of the day off I dry and dress myself. I walking back into the room I pull socks on then my boots. Finding my wallet I am pleasantly surprised and collect my keys from the bed and head out to find a place to get food.

Scanning the sides of the road as I drive I find a take away place and quickly order us both a grilled chicken Caesar salad. Taking the meals I sit the bag in the passenger floorboard and drive back to the motel familiarizing myself with the car. A happy sigh escapes my lips as I pull back into the parking lot. Grabbing the bag from the floorboard I head to Bobby's door and knock. I can hear him shuffle around before opening the door. "Did you even sleep?" He asks gruffly moving so I Could enter the room. It was identical to mine but mirrored. "Yeah for a minute. I got us some lunch." sitting the bag on the table next to the window. "You're about as bad as Dean kid." He grumbled walking over to the bag pulling out one of the containers and sitting down to dig into it. "You're just as bad." I mumbled looking at the news paper clippings and photos he has pinned to the wall along with a map of the town. He grumbles behind me with his mouth full. Looking at the map I stare at the faint blue line he's drawn marking the killing sights. "It's a square." I mumble mostly to myself. "Huh?" He says giving me his undivided attention as he clears his throat. "It's a square, A big one but its still a square, and I bet-" I look around and find the pen he was using. "This is the heart of the hive." Marking the middle of the street. Bobby walks over and glances over what I've said. "Well look at that." He says staring at the map. "I'll go check it out see what's on that street. Get us prepped." I turn to head to the door. "Now hold on a minute-" I cut him off by slipping out the door.

Getting in the car I started driving aimlessly looking for the street and anything note worthy within the square. Humming to myself in annoyance growing frustrated because everything looked normal. Pulling over I got out of the car deciding to start looking around on foot. Walking into the alley I noticed small blood puddles leading to a dumpster. "What the.." inspecting the dumpster I pulled it back to find a sewer drain that was covered in blood. "Fucking hell.." I muttered looking up and scanning around me noticing the sun was starting to set. Making my way back to the car I speed back to the motel to update Bobby.

Parking the car I knocked on his door, He pulled it open letting me slip inside checking behind me before shutting it. "Well?" He said going back to sharpening the machete on the table. "I found it, They're living in the sewers." sitting down on the bed I groan falling back stretching. "That's going to be a pain in the ass." Bobby mumbled still working on the blade. "Tell me about it." Sitting up I reach for the door. "I'm going to get my stuff ready, I'll be back over here in the morning and we'll hit them." I watched him give me a nod before heading out to my car grabbing what felt familiar throwing it into a duffle bag and carrying it into my room.

Sitting on the bed I started sharpening the machete mindlessly staring at the TV in front of me. Zoning out I don't noticed the flow of time until the morning sun starts ripping its way into the room through the curtain. Stretching I load everything back into the duffle heading to the car and tossing it into the backseat before walking to Bobby's door knocking on it. He opens it grabbing his bag from the bed and heading out. "Just toss it in the backseat." call over to him as I slip into the drivers seat. "You sleep at all kid?" He asks looking over at me. I hum pulling out of the parking lot. "Did you?" I ask glancing at him before flooring it.

"Christ Almighty.." He complains as I whip the car into park. "Remind me to never ride with you again." He complains getting out of the car grabbing his bag from the back. Chuckling I grab mine and lead him to the dumpster. "I'll head down first since my knees are better." I Tease yanking the sewer grate up. I watched him roll his eyes and I sunk down into the hole my hands gripping onto the rusted ladder. reaching the bottom I quietly stepped onto the pavement. Bobby quickly shuffled down the ladder stepping down next to me. Using my hands I signaled for him to go left and I'd take the right. Nodding he went down his tunnel quietly and I began shuffling down mine. The stench of mold and mildew clung tightly to every surface. 'I'll need a long fucking shower after this..' I thought gripping onto my machete tighter. Making it to the end of the tunnel the dead end branched off into another with little pockets in the walls filled with sleeping hammocks with vampires nestled in for the day. Taking a deep breath I slowly almost crawling made my way over to the first one. With a quick heavy slice almost on pure instinct I was able to lop the head off my first vampire.

"Hell yeah!" I called out without thinking kicking myself as the rest of the vampires started to still around me. "fuck.." I quickly jumped over the hammock making my way to the next beheading it before it can register what's going on. The rest went by in a blur as a flurry of blood, screams and water sloshing around occurred.

Panting covered in blood, my bones aching from getting thrown around, my clothes clung to my body soaked in sweat, blood and water I limped back to the ladder to find Bobby covered in blood leading against the wall covered in cuts as well. "Fuck Vamps." I grumbled causing him to nod in agreement. My muscles burned as I drug my body up the ladder then pulling myself up onto the pavement. Reaching down I helped Bobby pull himself up onto the pavement.

Going back to the motel we both went to our respective rooms to clean up. After taking a long hot shower I collapsed onto the bed letting the black void take me over. What felt like an eternity I slipped out of the bed stumbling through the motions of getting dressed before heading over to check on Bobby. Knocking on the door until he finally answered looking like he just woke up moving so I could enter. "You hungry?" I asked him looking around the room seeing his first aid kit on the table. "Yeah, I'll pack up and we can get out of here." He said with a yawn. Nodding I told him I'd do the same and went back to my room throwing everything in its bags and carrying it out to the trunk of my car tossing it in. I looked up from the trunk as Bobby started loading his own car.

Leading against the drivers door I waited for him to finish. He walked around his car and leaded against the passenger side door handing me a beer. "You did good kid." He praised me before continuing "Reckless but you did good." He chuckled shaking his head. "Thanks dad." I rolled my eyes chugging the beer causing him the shake his head. "Race you back." I challenge tossing the empty beer bottle into the back seat. "Some of us don't drive like a bat outta hell." He smirked before walking around to the driver side of his car. "Be safe kid, I'll see you back at the house." and with that I slide into the drivers seat pulling out taking every back road flying back to Bobby's a grin plastered onto my face.

The end of my first shift was me pulling up to Bobby's place. It was insane but it felt so supernatural.

Bobby isn't my dad in my DR, He was close friend's with my uncle who raised me as a hunter who eventually got killed and Bobby just took over where he left off, continuing my studies and training. He very much is a father figure to me which is why I jokingly call him Dad from time to time.

#shiftinconsciousness #shifting #supernatural #desired reality #DR #Vampires #bobby singer #lucid dreaming

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duskwood-by-daylight · 3 years

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Walk Away

What if someone stole Gary's girl at the final recoupling? Gary × Carolina

Warnings: cursing, is anger and upset a warning?

Word count: 800ish

A/N: This one is inspired by an ask I saw forever ago, asking how the islanders would react if somebody stole MC at the final recoupling. It's been in my drafts for ages now. I created a generic male named Guy (of all the creative names) for the purpose of being the jerk. As always, 18+, minors DNI. Don't steal or copy or whatever. Feedback always appreciated.

"I wanted to couple up with this girl since I first laid eyes on her. She always puts a smile on my face. We hit it off from our very first meeting, but our timing was off. I think she's perfect and..." He sighs, taking a deep breath, "this may be my last chance to let her know that. So I choose Carolina."

"I'm sorry, what?" Gary is on his feet immediately, "you son of a bitch! What's wrong with you?" Rahim and Noah each grab one of his arms, holding him back. "Absolutely fucking not! Let go of me. I'm gonna kick his ass! He's trying to get on with my girl."

"Hey." Rahim whispers, "think of Car. Cool off."

Gary turns to see her and his heart falls. She's covered her face with her hands, but is clearly sobbing beneath her trembling shoulders. He wrenches away from the guys to kneel in front of her. "Oh, sweetheart. Don't cry. I didn't mean to get upset. I just," he doesn't finish his sentence. Seeing her so hurt breaks his heart and all he can do is reach out to her.

She collapses into his arms, crying against his neck, "I don't wanna break up. Not again." Her worst fears, voiced earlier to Gary and Chelsea, are now coming true.

He tightens his grip on her and feeling her heaving back beneath his hands makes him clench his jaw. Instinct wants to get up and murder Guy for this stunt, but Heart says to calm his girl down, to find a non-violent way to fix this. "It's gonna be all right. I promise. Trust me, yeah?" His hands bury in her hair and he pulls her into a quick kiss before nodding to her and sitting back in his seat. "It's okay. Go ahead."

The girls are sniffling as Carolina walks around the fire to sit near Guy. He attempts to put a hand on her shoulder and she jerks away, nearly tumbling into Chelsea's lap. "Please don't touch me."

Chelsea reaches over and holds her hand, giving it a squeeze. Carolina leans against Chelsea's shoulder, matching her breathing to stay calm. "It's gonna be okay, babes. We got you. Just breathe."

"I can't believe I lost him again, Chels." She quietly cries, mumbling near Chelsea's neck. "Again. Tonight was our night."

"I know, babe."

"I didn't mean to upset you." Guy sighs, avoiding her gaze and hoping his annoyance isn't evident.

"Well, good fucking show, wankstain." Bobby sighs, glaring from Chelsea's other side.

Noah chooses Hope, but nobody hears his speech. They're too busy watching Gary stare at the fire with tears in his eyes and anger in the set of his jaw. In his mind, the morning replays. Hiding beneath the comforter created their own secret little world, away from the inevitable drama of the villa and they took full advantage of the space. Carolina kissing his neck, giggling at whispered jokes, tracing his tattoos, and telling him she already loves him no matter what. Nuzzling her nose against his jaw, whispering praises into his stubble, Gary emotional beyond words.

The buzzing in his pocket brings him to his feet. Noah instinctively leans forward, ready to grab Gary if he lunges at Guy. Gary adjusts his glasses and sighs, "My turn. I had big hopes for tonight, finally getting to be with the girl of my dreams without worrying anymore. I came here for love and I've found it with a woman who means a damn sight more to me than fifty grand." Gary looks directly at Carolina, who sits up straighter under his stormy gaze. "You, Carolina. You have my heart and a few days from now, it'll still be yours. I'd rather walk away than have to watch this asshole share a bed with you. So that's what I'm gonna do. I'm walking." Without another word, he starts toward the villa to pack, every step slow and deliberate. He wants to run, screaming, into the house and upturn every piece of furniture he finds, break every window, slam his fists into the walls. Anything to take the edge off the fire raging in his brain.

"Gary! Wait!" Her voice stops him mid-step. Carolina is trying to run after him but her high heel/gown combination are slowing her down.

"Babe, be careful." He rushes back over to her, catching her before she can fall in the grass. Part of his brain attempts to remind him that she isn't yours to be holding like this, making his grip on her tighten. "It's okay. Really."

"No." She shakes her head, using his shoulders for balance. Her eyes are red from crying, but she's smiling at him, the sweet smile that could make him do anything, including walking away from more money than he'd know what to do with. In that moment, he knows she's asking him to stay and he can't tell her no. He'll never be able to tell her no, not for the rest of his life. "I'm coming with you."

"What?"

"If you're leaving, there's no reason for me to stay anymore. I love you." He stares at her in shock, trying to process her words. "I just want to be with you. I don't care where we are. Let's go home."

When it settles in his brain, he wraps her in a bear hug, finally letting his tears fall. He presses his lips to her ear, repeating, "I love you. I love you. I love you."

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Just Breathe

Request: What if Y/N was pregnant with Luke’s baby, when Luke died?👀

Word Count: 1.2K

~Master~

A/N: I’m not quite sure I like how I wrote this? I think it’s gets confusing a little, but hopefully you guys will understand it and see through my choices lmao. Also hurt to write omg. I hope you like it Anon and please come back and tell me if you saw this!

Breathe in

This couldn’t be happening. No, no, no. He was gone, Luke was gone and you were... no, no, no. You couldn’t breathe, it was too hard, every breath felt like a knife to the throat as you tried.

Breathe out

You hugged yourself tightly, small tears falling onto your arms and you let them. You were too busy to deal with it. Months ago, when you found out you were pregnant, this wasn’t how you expected to be spending it, mourning your boyfriend.

Breathe in

“I’m pregnant.” The words tumbled out of your mouth as you stood before Luke in the garage, his guitar hung over his shoulders. His jaw dropped, eyes darting between you and your stomach as your nerves fluttered over you. His lips slowly pulled up and not before long he was smiling. “I’m pregnant.” You repeated again much softer, relief washing over your body.

Luke pulled his guitar off, tossing it onto the couch next to you. “You’re serious?” he gasped out, letting his hands fall gently onto your cheeks. You nodded, feeling tears start to fall as Luke laughed happily, looking down at were his and your child was growing before his lips latched onto yours, taking you by surprise as you giggled. “You’re pregnant.” He mumbled against your lips before his arms were around your body. He lifted you in the air and spun you, mindful of your stomach and you grabbed his shoulders, keeping you from falling over as you both laughed. “We’re having a baby!”

“We’re having a baby!” you laughed with him before he set you down, kissing you deeply again as he walked backwards and sat on the couch with you on top of him.

“I love you.” He whispered after pulling away. Your heart melted as your eyes softened.

“I love you too, Luke.” He brushed his fingers against the side of your face as you giggled and met his lips again.

Breathe out

Now you were alone.

You wish you could’ve gone back in time. Had more time with Luke. Stopped him from eating that damned hotdog. You just wanted him here. You needed him here.

Breathe in

“We have some news!” Luke shouted as he walked you both into the studio for today’s rehearsal. You both talked all last night, trying to decide when was the right time to tell everyone else and you decided it was better to do it as soon as possible.

Bobby, Reggie, and Alex were all sat around waiting for the last member of the band as their heads perked at your entrance. “What’s up?” Alex groaned as he stood up from the couch and Reggie and Bobby followed suit, grabbing their instruments in preparation for rehearsal.

Luke glanced to you, watching you take a deep breath as he grabbed your hand. Your eyes met and he nodded for you to give the news like you told him yesterday. “I’m pregnant.”

The boys just stared at you in disbelief, not at all expecting those words to come from your mouth. Alex was the first to speak up, clearing his throat as he stepped forward. “Uh- Um, Congrats you two!” He said and you laughed at his reaction, moving from Luke’s arm to hug Alex. Alex gave Luke a look over your shoulder, wanting to know if this was real, if the girl who was practically like a sister to him was pregnant. Luke smiled, bouncing on his feet when he nodded and Alex let out a shaky laugh and pulled you closer. “Congratulations.” He whispered again before you separated.

“Thank you Alex.” You said before feeling Reggie’s arms thrown around your shoulders. “Reggie!” you laughed as he pulled you closer.

“I’m just happy!” He laughed as he let you go and spun you around to hug him. “We’re gonna have a baby!” Reggie cheered as you pulled back, quirking a brow at him.

“We’re?” you asked, quite certain that Reggie did not have a part in making this baby.

He nodded however, gesturing around to the 5 of you all. “A band baby.” He said so simply and you laughed, nodding along.

“A band baby.” You agreed, moving to hug Bobby.

As the hugs were done, you fell back into Luke’s side, feeling his hand placed gently on your stomach as he held you close. “So…” Bobby began, sticking his hands into his pockets. “How are you guys gonna do this? You know, raise a child.”

Luke looked at you tucked into his arm, smiles settled on both of your faces as he kissed your head. “Together.”

Breathe out

Now you had no clue how you were going to do it. Here you were barely 18 years old and pregnant.

Bobby was the last of the band you had, but you were never really close to him. After the others passed, he ditched you, not wanting to be left with the pregnant girl, you assumed.

You had found out the gender today. You always imagined this day. Luke would be by your side, holding your hand tight like he always did and when you found out the gender, you’d celebrate together.

It’s a boy. You were having a baby boy.

Breathe In

“Y/N!” at the shout of your name, you turned around seeing your mother rushing towards you with a baby bottle in hand. You sighed, adjusting your hold on your baby in your arms as you took the bottle from her.

“Thank you, mom.” You said, giving her a hug. She reciprocated but didn’t back away, looking down at your boy.

“Hello LJ.” She said, using a baby voice that amused you every time she used it. “How are you, my little cutie?” She bopped his nose and you held back a smile.

“Mom, we have to go.” You told her, seeing the frown she sent you. “I promised Rose that we’d meet her for lunch!” you laughed, fixing your hold after putting the bottle away.

You met Rose long ago, the night the boys were going to play the Orpheum. Then months later, after LJ was born and you were in desperate need of money to support a child, you met again and she helped you get a job at the Orpheum, as well as becoming your best friend.

“Just one more-“

“Goodbye mom.” You said, starting towards your car.

Your mom let out a gasp, throwing her hands on her hips. “Y/N, you get back here with Luke Jr.”

You threw a smile over your shoulder, turning slowly and lifting one of Luke Jr’s, named after his father of course, hands and waved it at her. “Say bye to Grandma.” You spoke softly, mimicking your mother’s baby voice. You laughed, seeing the smile on LJ’s face as you looked up to your grinning mother. “Bye.” You said one last time before setting him in the car seat, getting him comfortable before hopping in yourself.

It had been hard, extremely hard to raise your baby without him, but you did it. You were doing it and everyday LJ grew up and reminded you more of his father. Your Luke.

Breathe out

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Runaway Bride

Yandere! Chrollo x Fem! Reader

Part 3

Authors note: Hello everyone! Thank you for being here for the (most likely) final part of the Runaway Bride story!

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***

It was a race against time. As the news reported false information, Chrollo and his subordinates continued to search for the Nen user they needed. Meanwhile, Y/n continued to change her appearance, running farther and farther away.

A rough hand slammed against the table, a chewed bullet resting beside it.

Gripping his hair, Uvo screamed in frustration as they had lost another person. It was amazing how many people had such a good sense of smell, yet died the second they smelled Y/n’s belongings.

“How many does that make?”

“I think that was the 19th person. “

“You’re kidding.”

“Uvo, there’s literally bodies behind your chair. “

Kortopi walked in, messy hair hiding his face like usual. He did not say anything, but a curt nod to the two made them stand up and follow him out of the hotel room.

Feitan stood in the hallway, knife in hand.

“Anything new?”

Shalnark shook his head ‘no’ with a sigh.

“The boss isn’t going to like this…”

Scratching his chin, Uvo pondered aloud “Why doesn’t he just take their Nen and use that? Doesn’t he take Nen abilities that he likes?”

“Doesn’t work like that, and Uvo, how come you’re the one coming up with all the ideas?”

‘I’m not sure. All I did was drink a case of beer this morning.”

“What are we gonna tell the boss? It’s already been some time- oh god, what if Y/n, you know- committed-”

“She wouldn’t do that unless it would be fun. It’s not fun when you’re scared.”

“Maybe she’s not scared? Huh, what about then, Uvo?”

“Would you two please shut u-”

“WAIT WAIT WAIT!”

“Hm?”

“Call the boss now, I just figured it out! Ooh, Y/n is smart!”

“No shit Shalnark.”

“Just call Chrollo.”

***

Dark eyes stared back at each other, the only thing separating the pur reflection was the spider web cracks of the glass mirror. Phone ringing, a gloved hand went to pick it it up, pressing the speaker icon.

“Any new-”

“BOSS! IT’S INTOXICATION! EVERYONE’S DYING BECAUSE OF INTOXICATION-”

“Explain Shalnark.”

A deep breath was heard in the other side of the phone, and the younger man began to speak rapidly.

“Okay, so basically, everyone- besides us, or people who have generally been close to Y/n for a while, are either passing out or dropping dead like flies right? It’s her! A part of her Nen- I think. Some sort of precaution since she was always on the move, ya know?”

“How does that help us find her?”

“Well, we just need someone who can sniff her out without any damage- so back to our original idea, we just need to smell her out! We had the wrong scent cause we were tracking her by her stuff, not her!”

Chrollo looked at himself, mouth slightly open. Of course! How had he not seen it before? Hadn’t Y/n mentioned something like that before? Smacking his head, he began to laugh, a wicked smile plastered on his face.

“Oh god, thank you Shalnark, I can do this on my own now- let everyone know to return to the hotel, and clean up the mess. My runaway bride is coming back.”

“Understood.”

Hanging up, the man hurried out of the bathroom, grabbing a black bag, laughing maniacally.

Now all Chrollo had to do was get ready.

***

Sweat dripped down the side of her nose, hitting the countertop. It was to be expected that running from Chrollo of all people would be difficult. Y/n shook her head, refusing to think of why it was a bad idea to run. The bastard had too much control over her already. A hand in her hair, Y/n looked up, having forgotten that she had cut quite a bit off earlier. Eyes on her hair, Y/n inhaled deeply, calming herself as she tried to stop the tears before they could come.

Gray eyes shone like jewels, boring into her own, soft strands of ebony hair framed his face beautifully as he looked down on Y/n, arms around her, a smile on his face.

“You’re so beautiful love, smile for me?”

“Chrollo, I’m nothing special- we both know that.”

“Ah, but you are; to me, you always look like you’ve just fallen from the heavens, just for me!”

A playful chuckle from Chrollo as he blushed. It was a cold night, and the secret visits he would make just for Y/n were treasured. Holding her closer, he moved a stray strand of hair from her face, pecking Y/n’s nose. Ticklish as it was, she let out a giggle.

“Will you stay? At least until I fall asleep?”

“Anything for you love.”

“WHAT THE HELL! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE ASSHOLE!”

Y/n hit the table, grabbing her keys. If she was going to dream about the man, it wasn't going to be now.

***

Various parts of red roses lay scattered on the floor thorns, petals, leaves, and if you looked very closely, pollen. Various gifts lined the walls, all wrapped up nicely. Soon, guests would be filling the seats, and Chrollo would once again stand at the altar, and once again he would expect Y/n too walk out those doors oh so bashfully. But this time he would take her hands into his own, tell her how utterly beautiful she looked, and skip the vows- the faster, the better.

Why was he even going through with marriage if he already had Y/n tightly wrapped around his finger, under lock and key? It’s not like they pay taxes, and he never wanted to marry- and Y/n didn’t care for it.

‘Because it’s poetic you fool.’

This whole ordeal, just to add another story to his vast collection? Chrollo let out a laugh; to think that he had wasted precious months for the sake of poetry amused him.

Sliding off one of the silver bands off his ring finger, he set it on the pedestal, messing up his silky black hair.

“Why waste time slicking your hair back if you have such pretty locks?” Y/n looked up, eyes wide as her hands raked through his just washed hair.

“Gets in my face too much. And it gives me a cool vibe when I slick it back.”

Y/n stopped, bursting into laughter as she uncoiled the hair dryer’s wire. Plugging it in, she sat on the couch, grabbing a comb.

“Let me dry it properly- you're gonna get sick!”

“If you insist- there’s no need to though.”

“Sure there is! Now come on, sit here.”

Between her legs, Chrollo hummed in content as the hair dryer blew hot air all around and the comb’s teeth raked through all the little knots.

“I seriously can’t believe you're this pretty, Chrollo. I feel like seeing you like this is illegal!”

“Well, thank you.”

Chrollo leaned back, head hitting the couch cushion. Grabbing Y/n’s thighs, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, basking in the soft warmth.

Heaving a sigh, Chrollo adjusted his tie, and headed out to retrieve his bride.

***

The T.V. blared as the flashy icon of the station appeared, the host and hostess of the night smiling proudly as they set their papers down on the prop desk.

“It’s 10 o’clock, do you know where your children are?”

“Hello everyone, I’m Raiyah Ourani,”

“And I’m Bobby McOkazawoo.”

“It has now been 4 months since the disappearance of Y/n L/n. In that time authorities have been conducting investigation after investigation, but no new news has yet to be released. However, the Grungingham Ball House assures the people of Yorknew that their organization is completely safe, and for any future customers to not be shy as they have updated the security, granting the safety they desire as well as the fun time they want.”

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Y/n turned the T.V. off, rubbing her temples. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was now 0:45 p.m. Who knew so much time would pass by just from a commercial? About to grab her phone, Y/n suddenly froze; her phone was on, a text notification on the screen.

‘Where are you, darling?’

A hand on her mouth, she quickly grabbed her jacket. There was no time, she'd have to leave everything behind now or never. It’d be too risky to go out the door- there could well be innocents or perhaps Chrollo himself.

“Please tell me he sent Uvo…”

After the first escape, she couldn’t possibly go out the window; they’d expect that. The door, or the window?

She looked around the room: too big to go into the vents, too risky to go out the window or door. So how do you escape?

Another ping from the phone, but Y/n didn’t dare look at it. Paranoid, she steadied her breathing; can’t have them sniff her out too easily.

But…

If Chrollo wasn’t at the door, then she could use her Nen...everyone would either die or pass out, but it would be a better fate then having to deal with Chrollo’s or any of the spider’s blood lust.

A deep breath, she released her ability, and opened the door, running as fast as she could, not bothering to see who would have been near the door. She could hear laughter, crunches, dancing feet- all innocents, but there had to be someone, anyone. There was no way Chrollo wouldn’t have sent someone.

‘It’s like last time…’

Pulling her hoodie over her face, she scanned the crowd before turning around. About to scream, she covered her mouth, looking up at the man who she had bumped into.

Chrollo smiled kindly.

“Nice hair. Where have you been?”

"Chrollo, please n-"

With a flick of his wrist, he had knocked his former fiance unconscious, putting her on his back as if she had just fallen asleep- not like the locals would know. It wouldn’t matter anyways.

He had gotten his runaway bride back, and this time, he would have his wedding and poem complete.

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