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skeletboi · 19 days ago

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Part 8 of the intridimensional au!

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Silly extra about what Fiddleford is doing during all of this here.

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“We're going to have to stop before Arizona.” Ford said after about thirty minutes of driving.

“That is not a good idea.” Stan replied, his voice thick with pain. “But I wouldn't say no to some whiskey right about now.”

Ford glanced over at him and noted the sheen of sweat over his face.

“What you need is a hospital, not whiskey.” Ford replied.

“Not worth it. Hospitals ask questions and call the police. Whiskey would never do that to me.”

Ford sighed, but couldn't really argue with that logic.

“Fine, but we have to stop before Arizona. I didn't bring my first aid kit so I will be needing some supplies.”

“Let me get whiskey, first. Taking the fabric off the wound is going to be extra shitty if I'm sober.”

Ford dug the map from his pocket and threw it towards Stan.

“Find us a rest stop. I'll go in to purchase supplies and call Fiddleford to let him know what's happening. He's most likely pacing a hole in the floor as we speak.”

Stan picked up the map, but didn't unfold it.

“Fiddleford, huh? That's the guy that picked up the phone when I called.”

“Yes. He's my assistant.”

“Assistant. Is that what they're calling it these days?”

Ford swerved, but quickly righted the car.

“He- he's married, Stanley!”

“That wasn't a denial.” Stan laughed.

“We are not talking about this. Aren't you supposed to be looking for a rest stop?!”

Stan laughed again, but gave in and unfolded the map.

“There's a stop in another 20 miles.” Stan said, glancing at the rear view mirror to make sure no one was following them. “We should be fine to stop there. Which means we have at least twenty minutes for you to tell me all about how you met this ‘assistant’ of yours.”

Ford took a second to glare at Stan, but gave in when he noticed Stan's pained grimace. He needed the distraction, so he figured Fiddleford was at least a distracting topic to start with.

“We were roommates in college.” Ford started, not missing the way Stan winced in his peripheral vision at the word college. “He's a brilliant mechanic and mathematician. I recruited him to help me with my work in Gravity Falls because of his invaluable knowledge of machinery, and he agreed to help for a few months.”

“Invaluable knowledge, huh? Did you say that to him? That's a weird way to flirt.”

“Did you miss the ‘few months’ part?” Ford asked, unable to hide his annoyance. “He plans on going back to his wife and son in Palo Alto in another month or so.”

“So he left his wife and son in California to work with you? That doesn’t sound very casual.”

“We are done talking about this.” Ford said.

“Fine, fine. Tell me more. Why do you need a mechanic? I assumed you'd be hunting bigfoots or whatever.”

“I told you, his knowledge is invaluable.” Ford replied, a bit too quickly.

“Right…” Stan said, not convinced, but ignored it for now. “So you were roommates. You ever drink too much shit beer and check under the hood or…”

“STANLEY!”

“That wasn't a no!”

“We may have- wait! No! We are absolutely done with this conversation! Fiddleford is just a friend, alright?!”

“A friend you fucked in college that left his wife and child to ‘work with you’. Right.”

“I should have left you in that motel room.” Ford mumbled.

“That's what I told you to do! Not my fault you're so damn stubborn!”

“I'm stubborn?! You got caught up in some gang garbage instead of just getting over yourself and talking to our parents!”

“Talking to them wouldn't change a damn thing! You're just a paycheck to Pa, and I'm even less than that!”

“We are worth more than that! Anyway, what about Shermie?! Couldn't you reach out to him?!”

“And what, ruin his life, too? He has a wife and kids! You think I was going to put them in danger! You hate me and I didn’t even want to put you in danger! I just called to let you know I was sorry!”

Ford frowned and glanced over at Stan.

“I don't hate you, Stanley. I'm just angry with you.”

“Whatever. Same shit different day. I ruined your life, I ruined our parents life, I ruined my life and I will probably ruin your boyfriend's life, too. I’m not going to risk ruining Shermie's kid's lives on top of that.”

“Dammit, Stanley! He is not my boyfriend, grow the fuck up! And you didn’t really ruin my life, you just made it ten times harder.”

“Again. Same shit. Different day.”

Ford sighed. He did not get enough sleep for this. He didn't think it was possible to get enough sleep for this. He couldn't just drop ten years of anger in one night, but he didn't want Stanley to think he was worthless, either. He didn't have the time or energy to have this conversation.

“It’s the next exit.” Stan said, tearing Ford from his thoughts.

Ford nodded and took the exit, happy for the distraction.

“I'll park around the side of the building where there is some light to see your injuries. Try to turn towards the door so I can get a better look at your leg, alright?” Ford said, pulling into the parking lot.

“Yeah, yeah. I can patch myself up, ya know? Just get the supplies and I'll deal with it.”

“Stubborn.” Ford mumbled as he got out of the car.

“Takes one to know one.” Stan shot back as Ford closed the door behind him.

Ford grit his teeth and made his way to the store entrance. It was small, but well-stocked, so it was easy enough to find everything he needed.

“Rough night?” The clerk asked as he brought everything to the counter.

“Very much so.” Ford replied tiredly.

“Ya ain't the first one to come in here with a haul like this. Just happens round these parts, I ‘spose. Though, ya don't look the usual type. Ya look more… proffessory.”

“I'll take that as a compliment.” Ford said, paying for his merchandise. “May I get some quarters back? I need to make a call.”

“I'm sure ya do.” The clerk laughed.

Ford frowned, but didn't bother asking as the clerk handed him the change.

“Have a better night, friend.” The clerk called after him as he left.

“I'll do my best.” Ford replied.

He walked over to the car and found Stanley sitting sideways, one and a half legs dangling out of the car, and a revolver in his lap.

“Whiskey first.” Stan said as Ford approached.

Ford handed it over.

“Damn. This stuff isn't bad. I assumed you'd get the cheap shit. You holding out on me, bro?”

“It was only $9.00, I wouldn't exactly call it the best whiskey.”

“Usually I get the $3.00 bottle. This is smooth as silk in comparison.” Stan replied, downing at least a quarter of the bottle without taking a breath.

“I doubt most people would refer to that as ‘smooth’.” Ford said.

“I ain't most people, Sixer.”

“No argument there.” Ford mumbled.

“First time for everything.”

Ford sighed but knelt down in front of Stan to get a closer look at his injury.

“I told ya I could do it myself, Ford. Don't you have a boyfr- ‘assistant’ to call?”

“I would feel better if I did it. You're in pain and might miss some crucial disinfecting.”

“Fine, Doctor Ford, but you should still go make that phone call first. It's going be a minute before this whiskey kicks in.”

Ford nodded and handed the first aid supplies over to Stan.

“I'll be back in five minutes. Don't… run off.”

Stan looked up in shock before breaking into raucous laughter.

“Damn, your ‘assistant’ teach you how to make a joke? That was a good one!”

“Stop saying assistant like that.” Ford replied, attempting to look angry, but failing as he started to laugh, too.

“Whatever. Go call him before he calls the police. We don't need more people after us.”

Ford rolled his eyes, but did as he was told and made his way towards the payphone.

“Hiya, Ford. How goes everythin’?” Fiddleford said in lieu of hello.

“Hi, Fidds. How did you know it would be me?”

“I took that caller identification majig and hooked it up to my computer so it tells me who is callin’. I call it call-ification! I figured no one else would be callin’ me from New Mexico.”

“Fascinating. Did I not leave you enough equations?”

“Oh, you done left me plenty. I just needed a break or I was gonna lose my darn mind. Anyways, ya didn't answer my question, how is it goin’?”

Ford sighed and glanced back towards the car.

“Not well. I have an… issue I need to discuss with you.”

“Well that don’ sound good. What's the problem?”

“Stanley is the problem. As I suspected he got himself in some serious trouble, and he has nowhere to go, so I'm driving him back to Gravity Falls with me.”

“Well that's not so bad. It'll be a pleasure ta finally meet ‘im.”

“Hah, you say that now. Either way, we are driving because he isn't in good enough shape to fly back. It'll probably be another day before we get there.”

“Not good ‘nough shape? What happened ta him?”

“I haven’t asked him for details but he's… well he lost a leg.”

“A LEG?!” Fiddleford practically screamed. “Gosh darnit! I thought you were gonna say he was just beat up a bit! That's terrible!”

“It is less than ideal. I'm going to patch him up to the best of my ability and we will be on our way.”

“You're gonna patch ‘im up?! Take that man to a damn hospital, Stanford!”

“I tried that. He refused because, and I quote, ‘hospitals ask questions and call the police’.”

“Ya really got yerself a conundrum there, then, doncha? Well… keep me updated, alright? Does he have a similar build to ya? I bet I can make him a robot leg…”

Ford chuckled.

“He has a larger build than me, but we'll talk about it when we arrive in Gravity Falls. Sorry I didn't leave you with more equations. You'll have to find your own entertainment.”

“Don't you worry ‘bout me, Stanford. I am plenty fine workin’ on my computers. Keep me updated, though, seriously. I’m gonna be worryin’ ‘til I hear from you again.”

“I will, Fidds. I'll call you at our next stop.”

“Alrighty. See ya soon, Ford.”

Ford hung up and turned back towards the car. This was definitely going to be an interesting road trip.

Ford made his way back to the car and found Stanley already removing some of the makeshift gauze on his leg.

“Damn, that fucking hurts.” Stan thought aloud.

“That is not surprising.” Ford responded, grimacing. “I grabbed you a new shirt as well, since you didn't grab any clothes on our way out the door.”

“That's because I don't have other clothes.” Stan said through his teeth as he peeled off the remaining fabric, leaving only the makeshift tourniquet under his knee.

Ford swallowed hard, but leaned down to get a better look.

“Do I even want to know how this actually happened?” He asked, grabbing the gallon of water he bought and opening it.

“Probably not. Even if you did, I don't exactly want to talk about it right now.”

“Fair enough. This is going to sting.” Ford said, then poured the water over the gaping wound.

Stan stuffed the sleeve of his coat in his mouth and bit down hard, trying his best to focus on the fabric in his teeth and ache in his jaw over the screaming pain in his leg.

“Fuck, Stanley.” Ford mumbled, sounding wobbly. “I've patched up some serious injuries in my time, but this is definitely the worst one.”

“Tell me about them.” Stan said, momentarily removing the fabric from his mouth. “And don't pass out, or we'll really be fucked.”

Ford thought for a moment, then started to tell the story of Fiddleford and the Gremgoblin as he continued his work.

“Damn, that's pretty intense.” Stan said as Ford finished wrapping the cleaned wound. “What did he see when he looked into it's eyes?”

“I have no idea. He never did tell me, and everytime I ask about it he just gets this far-away look, so I decided not to push it.” Ford replied, carefully removing the makeshift tourniquet and checking to make sure the gauze stayed clean.

“A mystery you actually let go of, huh? You really must love this guy.” Stan said.

“You know I could rip this gauze off, right?”

“Alright! Fine! I’ll stop bringing it up! I’m excited to meet him, though.”

“Yes, well, he is excited to meet you as well. He said he would build you a robot leg. Knowing him, he probably already has the blueprints ready. He built himself a metal cast of sorts after he broke his arm. He was already wearing it the day after the incident.”

“That sounds badass. You think he can make it look like a peg leg? I’ll look like a cool pirate.”

Ford laughed and gathered the remaining supplies to store in the trunk. “I'm positive that he could. He would probably enjoy it.”

“I already like this guy.” Stan laughed.

“I'm sure he already likes you, too.” Ford said with a chuckle as he finished packing up and made his way to the driver's side. “He honestly likes everyone. It's fascinating. I'm sure he would be a terrifying villain if he wasn't always so nice.”

“Ooh. A dark side. The plot thickens!”

“I wouldn't call it a dark side, exactly. More of an intense side. He built a bunker with a boobytrap room that wouldn't be out of place in a horror movie, but I don't believe he would ever use it to hurt another human.” Ford mused as he got the car started.

“Why even build it, then?” Stan asked.

“It’s to keep creatures in more than keep humans out, although it functions both ways.”

“You think he'll make one of those to keep some asshole gangsters away?”

“It's feasible. You'll have to ask him yourself.”

“I plan on it. We should switch clothes and see if he can tell the difference.”

“You're missing a leg, Stanley.”

“I'll put a boot in my pant leg and we can both stand still.” Stan suggested with a laugh.

“He is extremely intelligent, he most likely won't fall for that.”

“Are you suggesting that he knows you too well? Intimately, perhaps?”

“I will push you out of this car.” Ford said, but laughed anyway.

Stan laughed with him and Ford couldn't help but feel like a teenager again, laughing alongside his brother over some stupid joke. For a moment he swore he could hear the squeak of a swingset, and smell the salty air of the ocean.

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I realize that gauze and a tourniquet would not be enough for this wound- he would definitely need to cauatorize it, but suspend disbelief for a moment....

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Also, what do you mean it makes more sense to go through Colorado?! It's Janurary and they're in an el diablo. Better to go around the bigger mountains! This was definitely planned and not a mistake.

I didn't mean for the backstory to go on this long, my hands just keep typing! I can't stopppppppp! I swear there is portal content eventually!

Also, I know some of you are not here for Fiddauthor, but I couldn't not have Stan being an annoying brother about it. I needed it to happen.

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bluestar22x · 4 months ago

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The Shot Not Taken

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader (Nickname "Sunny")

Summary: It was one last night in a cabin after a case; it wasn't supposed to end this way

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 3,400(ish)

Warnings: Sexual tension, yearning, violence, fairly graphic mentions of blood, angst, tragedy - Might be AUish since I don't know what time of year Marcus actually moved to D.C.

Author's Note: I wrote this for @almostfoxglove 's Angst Challenge, and I almost made myself cry, so prepare yourselves. (Moodboard was made by them)

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"You wanna quit while you're ahead, Pike?" you questioned, a smirk on your face. "Before I take what's left of your cash?"

"You're bluffing," he said warily, his dark eyes peering over his hand of cards to where you sat across the table. "There's no way you're that lucky. You've already won five rounds tonight."

"Don't get mad at me when you can't afford breakfast tomorrow."

He flashed you a wicked smile as he placed his hand on the table. "Somehow I doubt that'll be the case." He nodded at his cards. "Four of a kind."

You glanced down to see that he indeed had four aces. You chuckled, surprising him. "Weak."

You dropped your cards on the table revealing that you had the ultimate hand. "Royal flush."

He groaned. "What the hell, Sunny?"

"If it makes you feel better, I'll share my breakfast with you tomorrow," you promised. "Now hand over the money."

A thin smile broke through his look of disbelief. "You should've been nicknamed Lucky instead of Sunny. I'm never playing poker with you again."

"Aw, but you just paid my rent for the month," you teased.

"Exactly."

He reached for his bottle of beer and took a sip before throwing the cash he owed you onto the center of the kitchen table. "I'm bailing before I can't afford my rent."

You pretended to pout but couldn't keep up the act for long. You were nicknamed Sunny for a reason. You hardly ever were in a bad mood. There wasn't much that could keep your spirits down. Which was a good thing, considering your job as an FBI agent for the art crimes department in Washington D.C. involved some very long hours and carried plenty of risk when out in the field.

"Chicken," you declared as you pushed your chair away from the table. "Fine. I wanted to go for a walk before it got too dark outside anyway."

Pike nodded at you as you sprung to your feet. "I'll pick up the cabin while you're out."

"How chivalrous of you, Agent Pike," you sang out. "I'll be back by sunset the latest. Send the hounds if I'm not."

It was a joke, but unsurprisingly the lines over your partner's brows etched in a little deeper. Worried at just the idea of you not coming back. It was sweet, considering you'd only been partners for four months. He'd just moved to the capital on a promotion.

Maybe that meant you were friends.

When he'd first been paired up with you Marcus Pike had been reserved around you, almost like he was afraid to become friends with you.

You'd been secretly hurt by it because he was fine with almost everyone else. His cheerfulness almost rivaling your own at times. He was one of the most good-natured agents you'd ever met, but he was quiet around you. Not necessarily cold, but strictly professional.

You'd wondered if someone had hurt him and if you reminded him of them somehow. He seldom mentioned his final months in Texas to anyone.

You'd thought you were reaching before Marcus came around, because he seemed as married to his work as you were, but your superior had revealed to you at a work party that Marcus had requested for his ex fiancée to have a job at the capital too but she'd never shown up. Marcus had simply told him they'd broken up.

"I doubt you'll need to," you assured him. "Last I checked the case is closed so no stolen art dealers should be stalking these woods. We cuffed our guy last night. Only possible danger out there now is bigfoot."

Marcus huffed. "I have a feeling you're more likely to run into a black bear. Not as many bigfoot sightings in upper New York as there are in the northwest."

You grinned. "Good thing I'm good at intimating anything bigger than me." You patted the holster on your hip. "And my gun's right here for backup."

You fled the cabin you'd been stuck in for most of the past month while you were working on your latest case and headed out on the dirt trail alongside the lake that bordered the back of the property.

There were trees on either side of the path, but you were close enough to the lake's border to be able to see the water the whole time you strolled along it.

It didn't take you long to settle into the peace that nature often brought you. You loved the city life, all the things you could do instead of being bored, but every once in a while it was nice to get away.

You couldn't really count one evening before your flight back to D.C. as a "get away" but you'd take what you could get before your next assignment.

It was autumn, after all, your favorite season. The air was crisp but not quite yet cold enough for you to bother with a jacket, and most of the trees were at the height of flaunting their bright, colorful leaves. In less than a month most of them would fall away, their remains scattered by the wind, leaving the branches bare, exposed, until the trees resurrected in the spring.

Though it wasn't quite yet jacket weather, there was enough of a breeze to compel you to slip on the sweater that you'd tied around your waist on the way out along with the fingerless gloves that had been stuffed into its only pocket.

It's perfectly pleasant out with the extra layer on, and you enjoy every second of the rest of your time in the woods. The loss of light from the setting sun was the only real reason you eventually wanted to turn back. After a raven startled you with its call you decided it was time to return to the cabin before your paranoia got the better of you.

You'd never liked being in the woods at night.

You didn't immediately go back inside the cabin though. Instead you chose to plop yourself down on a massive rock by the edge of the lake and watch the sun as it set.

It was so calming to observe that you zoned out and didn't hear Marcus approaching until he was already sliding onto the rock with you.

He offered you a green mug that clearly contained coffee, its smell filling your nostrils almost as soon as you'd spotted it in his massive hands.

"Decafe, milk only?" you asked. You hated drinking caffeine after six o'clock. You always tossed and turned in bed after.

"Of course."

You accepted the mug from him and tested it. It wasn't bad for cheap home brewed coffee from the local gas station and Marcus had got the ratio of milk right.

He was good with details even outside work.

"It's quiet out here," he noted, pleased.

"A little too quiet at this time of day," you told him. "The day animals are going to sleep and the night ones are just starting to get up. We're in the between."

"Spending time out here has got me thinking," he confessed. "I think I'm going to search for a cabin in Virginia when I get back. It would give me a place to unwind, a place where I don't hear an engine roaring and tires screeching every minute of the day. Would be good for the kids too when I have some someday."

You glanced at him, stunned by his casual mention of wanting to start a family someday. He'd never mentioned it before, but there he was beside you, a wistful look in his eyes, probably imagining his hypothetical future children playing in a lake similar to the one in front of you, splashing each other relentlessly or something as he watched them from the shoreline.

You couldn't help but shake your head at that. It wasn't meant for his eyes, but he noticed anyway.

"What?"

"Nothing," you mumbled, adverting your gaze from his handsome face.

"Tell me."

You shook your head. "It's nothing you'll want to hear. I don't want to ruin your night. Besides, it's none of my business."

"Tell me anyway," he insisted.

You sighed, not wanting to give in but knowing you were going to anyway. "It's just...we're both on the border of forty and we're on the wrong end of a gun at least once a month. The picket fence with the spouse and the two-point-five kids? That's not for us. We're not normal. This isn't normal. This isn't the way normal people live, Marcus."

"Plenty of other agents have families," he pointed out.

"And their families wait with baited breath every day until they come home," you reminded him. "And sometimes there's no relief. Sometimes their spouse, their parent, never comes back home."

It was Marcus' turn to sigh. "This is about your dad."

Your father had been an FBI agent too, in the National Security branch. You'd been only eleven years old when he was shot to death with twelve rounds by the suspect he'd been chasing down in the middle of the city.

"It's not fair to do that to anyone Marcus," you told him. "That's why I'm still single. Why I refuse to get married. It was that or get a desk job, and that's not me. But maybe, if you really want a family, a desk job is what you need. If you have a family, you should commit to them fully."

You were sure he'd be upset with you for everything you'd just said, but instead of getting defensive he scratched the top of his left arm and nodded.

"I've actually been thinking about that lately. The promotion's already given me more of a taste of what it would be like being in the office more often than not, and it doesn't disagree with me. Honestly, I think I'm over my risk taking days."

"What's stopping you then?" you questioned.

"Lately, you," he answered without really thinking.

You startled and stared at him. You noticed he was looking at you in a completely new way, or maybe you were waking up to something in his expression that had always been there. "What?"

"I didn't want to make our partnership a problem, but I also don't want to transfer without you knowing," he continued.

"Knowing what?" You were in complete disbelief. You already knew what he was going to say.

"I care about you, Sunny." He said your nickname so softly. "I want you. Have since we met. Tell me you feel the same."

They were bold words but you found yourself drawn towards him anyway, your lips crashing into his.

You had been yearning for him too. He was your friend, the best partner you'd had in a long time, and he was pretty to boot. You may have already had several dreams about kissing him like this...and more.

Despite all that, you pushed him away when he tried to deepen the kiss, as he cupped your jaw. "The picket fence isn't my ending, Marcus. I don't ever want a desk job. I don't want kids. You deserve someone who shares your dreams. I'm one night stand material, nothing more."

"That's alright," he said so surely the words made your stomach flutter.

You knew him better than that though. "No, it's not," you refuted. "You're not one night stand material, Pike, or else you'd be a lot more relaxed than you are lately. Have you ever slept with a woman you didn't love before? No matter how briefly you'd known each other?"

He stayed silent, answering your question.

You hopped off the rock for his sake, not wanting to be another of his relationships that ended in disappointment, and headed for the cabin to get in some extra hours of sleep.

There was nothing left to say. You couldn't be who Marcus needed you to be and you'd both get hurt if you gave into your lustful desires.

You dreamed of him in vivid detail that night.

The next morning Marcus stirred to the sound of slamming doors through the kitchen window, which he guessed you must've cracked open while going through your morning routine as you usually did during warmer weather.

You were the one making the ruckus, already packing your belongings into the black government issued SUV you'd been assigned while on the case.

After a bathroom break Marcus smoothed down his sleep mussed hair and headed for the kitchen where you'd left out a cup of caffeinated coffee you'd brewed for him after pouring yourself one. His lips quirked upward as he thought about your kindness and he snatched the cup up so he could take a sip. The coffee was on the cooler side of hot, but that was exactly how he preferred it.

You had gotten to know each other quite well during the few months you'd known each other, much more than just your coffee preferences. But he'd caught feelings for you early on, before that, despite not wanting to. Realizing he liked you had been a painful revelation. The last thing he'd wanted was another workplace romance, not even a month after his last had ended poorly.

He had tried to keep you at an arm's length at first, but that hadn't worked out. You'd seemed hurt by it, and that had eventually broken his resolve.

He'd tried to be satisfied with your friendship, but as soon as he could call you a friend, he'd started dreaming at night about you being more than that.

He'd thought maybe, just maybe sleeping with you would've been enough, but you were also right. He wasn't one night stand material. He'd never had casual sex in his life. There were always feelings attached to it.

And you wanted different lives. Like his last girlfriend, you were simply just not meant to be his.

That hadn't stopped him from restlessly tossing and turning in his bed the night before. Thinking about that kiss. How needy your response to his confession had been. How soft your lips had felt against his.

The memory began to make him aroused and he had to shift in his spot by the kitchen sink to get more comfortable.

Think of anything else, Pike.

He focused on the view through the window, a fog carpeting the rocky shores of the lake that cool, sunny morning. He was a city guy at heart, but he'd meant what he'd said the night before. It would be nice to get a cabin and spend some time in nature once in a while. It would be therapeutic.

He'd lost himself in the sight before him when two overlapping gunshots broke the peaceful morning.

Marcus jumped into action, scrambling for his work appointed glock and charging outside to the driveway with little thought for his own safety.

He froze when he turned the corner to the back of the cabin and his eyes found you slumped against the back end of the SUV, the trunk still raised, open.

You were wide-eyed, gasping for air, shaking, and you were holding your left hand over a dark patch of blood that was expanding alarmingly fast over your white tank top on the mid-left side of your chest. Your right hand still had a white-knuckled grip on your gun.

Marcus' heart nearly stopped at the sight. He barely noticed the body of the man laying only a few feet in front of you as he raced to your side to help you.

"Shit, Sunny," he hissed as he added pressure to your bullet wound with one of his own hands.

You coughed, and when you responded you sounded weak and pained. "It's bad." You looked scared.

Marcus brushed your cheek with the back of his hand comfortingly. "Shhh...save your strength."

He slipped his hand into the front right pocket of your jeans where he knew you always kept your cell phone and dialed 911. He later wouldn't be able to recall exactly what he'd told the emergency operator, only that he'd given them enough details to get the paramedics there fast.

"Hang on, Sunny," he murmured when he got off the phone. "They're on their way."

He was in complete denial of what was happening in front of him. If he hadn't been he'd have written you off as already dead. Because you basically were. You'd lost far too much blood. The bullet had most likely nicked a part of your heart. You were fading fast. Your eyes already falling.

"Marcus," you somehow managed to croak out. "Promise me you won't give up. You keep...looking for someone...to share that cabin with."

He shook his head at you, feeling desperate. "No."

"Please," you begged.

"Fine," he said, "But you're gonna have to be my wing woman. Keep me from moving too quick."

You almost managed a chuckle before the last of your strength slipped from you and you stopped breathing altogether. It was that abrupt.

Panic soared in Marcus. He carefully laid you out on your back in the dirt and pressed two fingers to your neck, searching for a pulse. Finding none he could palpate, he knelt over you and started to do chest compressions.

"Damn it, Sunny! Come on! Stay with me!"

Any civilian watching would've been horrified by the sight of your blood squirting out of your wound onto his hands and gray sleep shirt as he worked. It was a futile effort, keeping your heart going when there wasn't enough blood to pump anymore, but it wasn't until he heard the ambulance sirens that Marcus became aware of that.

The tears welled up then, his chest tightening as he went blind.

"Sunny, oh god," he sobbed out, taking in the gruesome sight before him. It seemed like the blood was everywhere.

He pulled your upper body off the ground and cradled it in his arms, pressing his forehead against your own, his lips grazing your closed right eye.

"Damn it, Sunny," he whimpered out before the full bulk of his grief hit him.

He nuzzled his face against your cooling one and finally wept.

Marcus wasn't sure how he'd managed to pull himself together enough to be the one to inform your sister of your passing, but he had.

He'd insisted on it. It was only right he be the one to tell her since he'd been your partner and had been there for your dying breath.

He'd promised your sister that it had been quick and that you hadn't died alone. And even though that made her cry harder, she'd promised him that it made a difference and thanked him for doing everything he could for you in the moment.

He hoped she had family to lean on the day of your funeral. He wasn't there when they put you in the hole. He'd been busy on another case, having buried himself in work to distract himself from his own pain, despite his superior begging him to take some time off to properly mourn you.

Witnessing the funeral would've made it too final. He hadn't been ready yet.

It wasn't until he finally met the one, someone who made him smile again, for real, who shared his dreams for the future, that his heart truly began to mend from your loss.

It wasn't until he had the wedding band, the cabin, and the kids that he completely stopped having the nightmares.

There were still nights though, usually around the anniversary of your death, when he'd lie awake wondering what would have happened if he had stopped you from leaving the rock by yourself that night.

Would you have woken up late, tangled in the sheets with him instead of being outside to face the secret partner of the illegal art dealer alone? Would he have harmlessly stolen back the painting hidden under the rear seat of the SUV instead of stealing your life?

Even though he was sure now that you were never meant to be his, he still couldn't help but wonder if he'd made a mistake letting you go back to the cabin without him. If you should've been his exception.

You would always be his biggest regret.

The shot not taken.

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#Marcus Pike #The Mentalist #almostfoxgloveangstchallenge #Marcus Pike Fanfic #Mentalist Fanfic #Pedro Pascal Character Fanfic #X Reader #Fanfiction #Mine #Queue Me

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miralines · 1 year ago

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nevesmose · 1 day ago

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Birthday fic for the wonderful @chemos-factories in which Ferrus and Fulgrim get married in old Chemosian style.

The handfasting vows are adapted from this (from Argyll & Bute Council of all places)

And I thought I'd take the opportunity to push a little personal theory of mine that Ferrus's name is so literal and on-the-nose because it isn't really a name at all, just a description similarly to his primarch project number or the things the various entities on Medusa called him.

For example right at the start of Canticle it says "the boy had no name" and I feel like that stays true forever, that Ferrus Manus / Iron Hand is only his name in the same way that Bigfoot or Mothman or Nessie are called those things. He's a Medusan cryptid basically.

Unless, of course, someone very dear to him were to come along and help to make it feel like his actual name...

#wh40k #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #fulgrim #ferrus manus #ferrus x fulgrim #fulgrim x ferrus #neves writes

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justagirlwholikesadam · 2 years ago

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He’s Mine

Summary: Every year there is an event held in New York for the people in the mafia. Being the wife of Kylo Ren, the head of the mafia is no easy task especially when a certain person gets under your skin for being with Kylo. Luckily with a little help of the Knight of Ren, you made it clear to that person that Kylo belongs to you. Kylo Ren x Reader

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You knew it wasn't easy when attending to these events with your husband, Kylo. The stares and the whispers were always overwhelming. Kylo even wanted to stop going after you told him about your feelings towards it. You knew however it was important for his work and his appearance.

"They envy you." Kuruk told you once late at night as you sat on the couch with the KOR, the Knights of Ren. The men who gave their loyalty and their life to Kylo.

"Why's that?" You asked them who surrounded you.

"Isn't it obvious?" Ushar said as he got up and walked to the nearest open window to light a cigarette.

Ap'lek cleared his throat and looked at you. "It's because you have Kylo in the palm of your hand."

"He will do anything for you. He will kill for you." Trudgen added.

"Every woman wants to be you, Y/n. Since Kylo has you, every man wants you."

They watched as your eyes widened and looked at each other. They wouldn't tell you what Kylo had done to the men and women that tried to get close to you.

When Vicrul saw you were crying outside during your third event. He had asked what happened, you told him someone named Bazine Netal had come up to you and was making comments about how she fucked Kylo. Now you were aware of Kylo's sexual relationships, he had in the past before you. In a short and brief matter. He told you he was never looking for a relationship before you. It was strictly sex, strictly for his pleasure only. Vicrul comforted you and told you the same thing Kylo told you before. It was just sex.

"That skank is here because she's the daughter of some other boss. Apparently she thought if she could get with Kylo she would get richer and have more power." Vicrul told you.

"Did he have feelings for her?" You asked him.

"Listen here, I have known Kylo since we were teenagers and he never once talked to me about being in a relationship or even liking a girl. That was until he met you. Couldn't keep Bigfoot from shutting up about you when he first met you." You laughed at Kylo's nickname.

"He did fucked Bazine. I won't lie about that but it was before you. He did it because she was there when he was sexually frustrated. He just used her for sex nothing more. She's just pissed because Kylo told her to fuck off when he met you. I can tell you a few secrets though. Things that can help you to keep her big mouth shut."

After that night you knew things about what Kylo used to be like in bed before meeting you and you intend to take advantage of it especially with her. Fast forwarding to now you knew she would come up to you tonight. Apparently after hearing that you and Kylo got married. She went berserk according to Vicrul.

The KOR had agreed among themselves that they wouldn't tell you more about Bazine, especially the night when Kylo went to Bazine's apartment a month after getting married with you.

The leggy blonde was happy to open the front door for Kylo. With high hopes that Kylo changed his mind and wanted her instead of you. She was met with Kylo's large hand grabbing her throat and pushing her against the wall near the door.

The KOR stood quiet and kept the door guarded from the outside. They listened to her pleas and her sobbing.

"What did I tell you?" Kylo yelled at her as he choked her.

"I don't want you near my wife or me. I want Y/n. I'm with her. That's who I belong to. Get that through your thick fucking skull." Kylo watched as Bazine gasped for air as he shouted at her. Her face was becoming red, the veins on her forehead were popping out.

Vircul was watching down the hallway when he heard a loud thump from inside the apartment and muffled screams from Kylo. He could feel the dried blood on his fingertips from their kill they did before coming to Bazine. He wished he was the one choking Bazine. She caused so much trouble for them that night. Bazine thought it would have been a good idea to tell a rival of Kylo about you. Bazine didn't know they had an inside guy. Vicrul would never forget the face Kylo made when their guy called and told them that Bazine had gone and told the rival all about you. None of the KOR looked at Kylo when their inside guy told them about the rival's plan on taking you, using you, and selling you.

Vircul heard Kylo yell once more then heard Bazine screaming and cursing at him.

Bazine cried out as she looked up at Kylo. He had thrown her to the ground. She looked around to see her hair extensions on the floor along with one of her heels. Tears were running down her face, her makeup ruined. Her face was flushed. She winced when he grabbed her chin, he stared at her and pointed a finger at her.

"Next time you try to have my wife kidnapped or get near Y/n. I'll fucking you. I swear to fucking god, I'll end you." He screamed at her, pushing her face away harshly to the side. He walked out of her apartment leaving her on the ground. He slammed the door shut and without a word Kylo and the KOR left.

Few minutes later Kylo received a call from you when they made it outside of Bazine's complex building. The KOR watched their boss pick up the phone and walk a few feet away. They watched as a smile came across his face and nodded. Kylo hung up the phone and walked back towards them.

"Y/n made dinner. She's waiting for us. No fucking word about this." He said pointing at the complex building. The day went horribly wrong at first but ended well by them walking into Kylo's penthouse with the smell of home cooked food and a warm welcome hug from you.

You stared at yourself in the full body mirror as you touched the fabric of your gown. The red gown was elegant, reaching down to your ankles. You wore a nude colored heels. You checked your lips once more making sure it wasn't smudge. You tugged on the thin straps making sure it stayed in place on your shoulders. You wore the jewelry that Kylo gifted you as well. Diamond necklace along with a bracelet. You checked your earring making sure the back end is tightly closed.

"Wow." You looked over your shoulder to see Kylo standing by the doorway of the bedroom.

"Wow to you too, mister." You said, turning around to see his full outfit. He wore a black suit with a matching black shirt, tie and dress shoes. His dark curls framed his face. He even trimmed his mustache a bit. His cologne of soft spices and wood welcomed you.

"Black and red. Wonderful colors." He said as he walked towards you. Softly turning you back around to face the mirror. You looked at him through the mirror. He had you against his chest as both of you looked ahead at the mirror. He wrapped his hands around your waist. Leaning down to kiss your bare shoulders.

"Kylo." You giggled when he nibbled on the thin strap of the dress. You watched him as he looked at the mirror and gave you a grin.

"You look so handsome." You tell him, bringing your left arm up to reach behind his head as he kissed your bare skin. With a fist full of hair, you gently tug him down to reach your face so you can kiss him.

You moan in his mouth as one of his hands touches your chest, squeezing one of your breasts. The other hand goes down to cup your mound over your dress. The friction with the fabric and his warm fingers made you move your hips against his hand.

"Fuck, Y/n." Kylo groans against your lips, happy by how eager you are. You were about to gather your dress up to your hip so he can touch your bare cunt.

You had decided to not wear anything underneath to tease him but the sound of knocking echoed throughout the penthouse interrupting both of you. Pulling away you turn around from the mirror when Kylo lets out a tsk. He looked down at his watch and said "It's probably the KOR with the limo. Event is starting soon." You nodded at him. He looks up from his watch and gives you another kiss.

"To be continued." He says, raising his eyebrow up with a mischievous smirk.

"Yes." You said with a smile then grabbed the lipstick from the vanity. He grabs your hand, both of you walk out of the bedroom to the front door. Kylo helps you put on your coat first before he puts his on. He grabbed your clutch for you that was resting on the couch. He slips the lipsticks you handed him as you fixed your hair.

Kylo was right, the KOR were downstairs waiting next to a parked black limo, there you greeted them and thanked them for the compliments they gave you when they saw you. They all wore suits and looked their very best.

Quickly getting in, you sat next to Kylo as the KOR sat on the side seats. They talked among themselves as Vicrul talked to Kylo about a few members being in the event tonight.

Kylo's a powerful man, a respectable man but most of all he was feared by many as well. Kylo is in the mafia, he's the boss of all bosses one can say.

"I thought you were an accountant." You told him when he took you out on the first date. You would never forget the hearty laugh he gave you as he sat across from you on the restaurant table. His smile was so big from your words. That was the first of many dates then years later after ups and down because nothing is easy when dating the head of a large mafia. He asked you for your hand in marriage and the rest was history. You couldn't help but feel nervous once more about the event.

Once a year people from the mafia in different cities would come. Their bosses and their trusty crew would reunite to tell tales and of course to kiss Kylo's ass. It always amazed you, by how many people would come to the event even governors and mayors from other cities would arrive as well. Vicrul and Cardo had told you when they found you standing outside on the balcony of the building during your first event. You were a bit overwhelmed and needed the fresh air.

"He helped out a lot of people there. Gives information to mayors and governors. Especially when they're up running, and money for their stupid campaigns. Whenever they need to hide some dark secrets from the people. Gives sanctuary to other mafia bosses whenever they are in deep shit. It goes on and on."

Finally making it to the event, Kylo helped you out of the limo and walked with you up the red carpeted stairs to the main entrance. Coats were given to the coat check. Kylo walked with you hand to hand to the main hall. As usual Kylo made his rounds while you decided to sit down with the guys and have a drink.

"I'm sure Bigfoot liked the dress we picked out." Cardo said, taking a sip of his drink.

You gave him a small laugh and nodded. Kylo sure did it. An hour later Kylo made it back when dinner was served. Laughter, conversations and drinks were made throughout dinner. Mayors came by to say their hellos. Their wives' gave their congratulations and welcomed you into being in a marriage. They gave you compliments about the dress you wore as well. You just gave them a smile and tried your best to be friendly. They even asked if any of the KOR were single. Of course, they didn't care that they were married or half the age of the KOR. They wanted a new boy toy. You were growing ill by how they talked about them like they were pieces of meat to be chewed up and thrown to the side when finished.

They couldn't help but smile when you gave the housewives a fake laugh and commented. "They are all mine."

The housewives mumbled under their breath about you being selfish and a bitch. You just rolled your eyes and happily went back to finish your dinner when they left. You were a bit glad Kylo had gotten up from the table beforehand. He would have killed these old ladies.

"What?!" You said when you saw them staring at you. They shook their heads and pretended to be looking somewhere else. They obviously heard the comments.

"Listen here." You said, pointing at them with the fork in your hand.

"You deserve more than being just a fuck. You deserve someone to love you. Not to use you for just sex." You said then continued on with your dinner. Not noticing the smiles from them. You have come to know and respect them. They were good men, who worked hard and did everything in their power to come on top. You often see them looking over at Kylo and you.

You couldn't help but wonder if they were lonely. They had to be, they always were with Kylo and you. When you found out about two members of the KOR being in a relationship you were so excited. Kylo found out on his own. He was waiting for the elevator to come to his floor when he left the penthouse. His eyes widened when the elevator doors opened showing two of his men kissing inside of the elevator.

"Ren." They both called out and let each other go. Kylo cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck trying to think of something to say.

"Cool." He said, looking at both of them then stepped inside the elevator. Kylo didn't smile until he was in his car alone.

After dessert was served and eaten, Kylo and a few KOR walked around the hall to gather intel from other bosses that they can use in the future. Paintings were hung around the hall, music played in the other hall for others to dance. You held your drink in your hand as you walked around with Cardo. Kylo had told the KOR to not leave you alone tonight. Since he knew Bazine would be here and she would probably make a show.

"I don't want that fucking rat anywhere near Y/n." He told them a few hours before the event.

"I have no idea what it means." You tell Cardo as both of you stood in front of a painting.

Cardo hummed as he eyed the painting. He was about to speak when both of you heard footsteps coming from behind. Cardo and you turned to see Bazine there with her usually smug face.

"Nice to see you, Y/n." Bazine said then took a drink of her champagne. Cardo was about to tell her to fuck off when you spoke first.

"It's Mrs. Ren. You can call me that." You told her earning a smirk from Cardo and a look from Bazine. Skanky bitch, you thought to yourself as you looked up and down at her. Of course, she would wear something trashy to a very formal event. Her breasts were practically about to spill over her dress. If she were to bend over you knew her ass would be out for everyone to see.

"You're very lucky then Mrs.Ren." She said walking closer to you. You stood your ground looking up at the leggy woman in front of you.

"Is his cock still big?" She questions.

"How can a thing like you handle him?" She sneers at you.

"Enough!" Cardo said, pulling you away to walk away. You turned around to see her watching you so you spoke.

"If I couldn't. He wouldn't have made me his wife and don't worry as his wife, the woman he loves, I have been taking his big cock everyday." With that you turned and walked away with Cardo.

"Holy shit." Cardo whispered while walking into another hall where you saw Kylo talking to a group of people.

"I know, was it too much?" You asked, finishing your drink in one gulp and placing it on a server tray as they walked past you.

"Not at all. Hopefully it'll keep her away for now." He told you as you looked at your husband across the room. You stared at Kylo for a moment as he talked to the group of people surrounding him. They listen intently at Kylo's words. You knew Kylo had to be in these events for his image and his credibility. It was important and you would deal with these events standing tall just for him because you love him. You suddenly smile when an idea strikes you. You turned to Cardo and asked him for a favor.

You walked towards your husband who was now talking with another person. He also wore black suit like Kylo. He was a few inches shorter and looked much older than Kylo.

When Kylo sees you, his eyes light up.

"Y/n, come and meet Mr. Dittmann." Kylo said as he placed a hand behind your back. You held out your hand to greet him.

"Ren, you didn't say your wife was so beautiful." Mr. Dittmann said as he held your hand and leaned down to kiss it. Kylo stared at him as the man looked at you with lustful eyes. Mr. Dittmann didn't seem to care about Kylo's stares as he kissed the back of your hand. You looked up at the man's hazel eyes, he had an accent too.

"I'm from Denmark." He commented to you.

"Oh, how lovely." Kylo's hand twitched in rage behind your back when Mr. Dittmann leaned back up and still held your hand.

"You may call me Mads, sweetheart." He told you as you pulled away.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mads." You responded then looked at Kylo who was still staring hard at Mads. You placed a hand on Kylo's chest and gave him a small smile knowing he hates when people called you by nicknames.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation with my husband but I need him urgently to deal with something." Kylo looked away from him and down at you with a worried face.

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart. I'll be waiting to talk more about business." Mads said with a nod goodbye and left.

"I'm going to kill that son of bitch." Kylo grunted at you. You shook your head and grabbed his hand.

"Where are we going? What was the problem?" He asked as you took him out of the hall and walked up the staircase to a private bathroom. Cardo looked at you as you gave him a thumbs up while going up the stairs with Kylo.

"Let the show begin." He said as he started to walk to another hall to get the KOR.

"What's going on?" Kylo asked as you pushed him into the private bathroom a few doors down the hallway.

You left the door a bit open and quickly walked in front of Kylo before he noticed. He was leaning against the wall a few feet across the door. You walked in front of him wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands quickly wrapped around your waist.

"I'm sorry. I dragged you away. I missed you." You said, looking up at him batting your eyelashes at him.

"I missed you too." He told you, pulling you closer to him. You can practically smell the cologne on his neck. You can smell light bourbon on his breath as well.

"Can't wait for this event to be over." Kylo said softly knowing this isn't your favorite thing to do. He was thankful though. You will come and give him company.

"Any good connection?" You asked, running your fingers through his hair making him close his eyes.

"Lots but that last guy I'm going to kill him, you know for looking at you like that." Kylo said as he leaned down to place his forehead against yours.

"I'm sure it was just to kiss ass. He doesn't want anything else from me." You whispered against his lips. Kylo shook his head as he bumped his nose with yours and sighed.

"You don't know how beautiful you are. So sweet and pure. My little fucking angel." He said giving you a kiss on the cheek then one on your lips.

"An angel?" You asked when you pulled away. Kylo nods yes to you. You dropped your arms down and softly tugged him by his belt.

"Can I show you something?" You asked, once again he nodded. You quickly bunch the fabric of the dress up to your hips. You take his right hand. You softly moan when his fingers hit your bare cunt. Showing him you were no angel at all. Kylo's mouth drop and his eyes widen. A few seconds later you were pushed against the wall.

"Dirty little girl. Still wet from earlier?" He asked as his large fingers parts your puffy lips. His fingers rubbing your clit. He hums in satisfaction as your cunt was getting wetter by his touch.

"Can't stop thinking about you." You told him then started to kiss him. Making him groan as you slip your tongue in his mouth. Kylo wasted no time to kneel down in front of you. You let out a gasp when you felt him lick your slit. His nose is almost sliding between your folds. You let out a gasp when his nose bumps with your clit.

"Fuck." You cry out when he puts a leg over his shoulder as he spreads your lips to eat you out. You hear him moan as he slips his tongue up and down in your throbbing clit. You shake from pleasure under your husband's tongue. You almost had forgotten about the plan, you looked up towards the door and saw her. You stared at Bazine who was looking at you behind the door.

You knew she was angry. She had to be because you knew Kylo never once ate a woman out. Vicrul told you that Kylo told him that he never ate pussy especially from girls he just fucks but now he's down on his knees eating your cunt like it's the last supper. Kylo was surprisingly good at eating pussy, probably it was because Kylo ate so fast and shoved everything in his mouth as quickly as possible.

"Baby..yes." You cry when you feel him adding a second finger into you. His fingers are so thick and rough. You can feel him stretching you. He lets out a harsh groan while looking up at you as he kisses your mound. He pulls away when you tug on his hair.

"You taste so good." Kylo says, making you smile as you praise him for his skilled tongue. You knew it would drive her crazy.

"You love eating this pussy, don't you baby? Making my pussy cum with daddy's tongue." You say loudly looking at Bazine. Kylo hummed in satisfaction as he kissed your inner thigh that hung over his shoulder.

"Yes." Kylo groans. "Love this pussy." He tells you playful biting your thigh making you whine as you stare hard at her.

"You know what else baby?" You ask looking down at Kylo. Pushing his hair out of his face, looking down at his pretty face and wet lips.

"You like fucking this pussy right?" Kylo nods quickly at your question. "Fuck yes."

"I want you to fuck me. Please." You beg him as he gently removes your leg from his shoulder. He quickly stood up to kiss you making you taste yourself. His kisses were wet with your slick, so loud that can be heard. Another thing Kylo never did was kiss whoever he fucked. When you found out about this. It all made sense to you on why Kylo would spend hours making out with you like both of you were a couple of teenagers when you first started to date and even now. Some days a simple kiss will turn out to be a full make out session.

Bazine gripped her clutch as Kylo kissed you. Your red lipstick you wore was now smudge from his kisses. Whenever she tried to kiss him he would push her away. Even during sex when she started to get clingy. Kylo would shout at her and turn her around to push her head down but now seeing him do the very thing she wanted drove her into anger.

"How?" He asked you. Another thing Kylo didn't do with her. He wasn't the one to ask what position. It was always his way or no way. Bazine saw him moving. Kylo unzips his dress pants. He placed a hand near your head as he stroked himself.

"Tell me, angel?" He asks as he rubs his thumb over the head of his cock.

"I need that sweet pussy now." He mumbles under his breath.

"Against the wall, I want you to hold me." You tell him, and without a word he quickly grabs the back of your legs to lift you. You pushed the fabric of your dress up to your stomach.

You let out a moan when you felt his cock pierced inside of you without a warning. "We have to be quick before anyone sees us, ok?" Kylo whispers to you gently making you nod as you give him another kiss to ease the pain from the sudden stretch.

Wrapping your arm around neck, you moan when he grabbed your ass and started to fuck you slowly at first.

"So fucking good." Kylo quietly whines to you as his brows knit together.

You were looking over his shoulder to the door and moaned loudly making sure that she could hear you. You felt him kiss your neck and started to fuck you harder making you moan as you felt the head of his cock ramming against your cervix repeatedly. So painfully good, the feeling of being so full. You stared right at her and gave her a wide smile as you let out a moan. You knew how you looked completely crazy. Your legs hanging from the crook of his arms as he held you up. Your hair is probably a mess by now. You knew your lipstick was gone by smudges on Kylo's face. You know she can hear the squelching sound of your pussy being rammed hard by him. His grunts and your moans.

'That's right bitch, he's mine.' You thought to yourself. Your eyes closed when you felt Kylo started to leave sloppy wet kisses on your neck.

"Yes baby." You moaned loudly.

"F-fuck! Keep squeezing me like that. Pl..Please." Kylo yells as he fucks you as you lean back to your back to the wall whining at the new angle now.

"Fuck!" Kylo yells. Did he see her, you thought to him.

"Look at that baby." He says with a groan as started to hit you with deep and slow thrust.

You quickly push all of the fabric from the dress against your body making room to see. Looking down to see where the two of you meet. You moan at the sight of it. His cock sliding in and out of you, his cock so slick with your juices. You can see a white ring starting form at the base of his cock, some of your cream had already stained his pants.

"Look at this pussy. Mine pussy. This is mine. All fucking mine." He hissed as he started to ram into you quicker making you bounce on the wall.

"Cum for me..cum on daddy's cock." He tells you as he squeezes your ass hard making you fall back to his chest. You were about to drool on his suit when you felt him ram into you. You had no choice, your hanged legs shook at his harsh strokes. You can feel your toes curl in your high heels.

"Daddy...mmm." You moaned in a high pitch as you opened your eyes and saw her again.

"That's it, squeeze my cock like that. Just like that!" Kylo praises you, letting a moan out he feels the head of his cock hitting you right in the spot. He can feel your wall gripping tightly.

"Cum in me. Breed me daddy..please cum inside." You cry out looking straight in her eyes with a grin.

Kylo always wore a condom with them. You're the first he fucked raw. Something about knowing that made you wild. All the times he filled you up. Never once did he mention condoms with you. You knew he liked cumming inside of you. His eyes grow wide whenever you're on your back with your legs spread open. Your fingers playing with your pussy. He would moan as you use his cum as lube to play with your clit. You grin up at him as you softly slap your cunt again and again as his cum oozes out of you, those wet smacks makes him moan as he nestled between your legs for a taste.

"Gonna cum inside my little angel's pussy." Kylo grunts harder, pulling you painfully close to him, making you whine. You feel his fingernails digging into your ass as he lifts you up and down on his cock.

You feel your abdomen tighten when you hear Kylo whine, you knew he was close. You wanted so bad to cum you wanted to show her you cumming on your husband's cock. Kylo feels your hand on his neck making him shut his eyes with pleasure.

"Give me daddy's cum." Kylo grunts at your words, squelching sounds from your pussy filling your ears.

"Fill me up daddy. Pleasee fill your angel's pussy." You tell him, bouncing on him to meet his hip.

"Kiss me." You obey him and he meets your lips with him. You mewled as he sucked your tongue in his kiss. It was getting too much from you. You cry in his mouth when you came on his cock. He lets your lips free and watches as your pretty face go dumb from your orgasm.

"Yeah..cum on this cock." Kylo tells you. He lets out a moan when he feels both hands on his throat. His eyes grew wide at your action.

"Cum in me. Come on baby." You whisper, tighten your hold on his throat. You let out a loud whine while hearing him whimper as he felt his mind go blank and at that moment Kylo knew you were an angel. You were giving him his guilty pleasure. You were choking him.

You hold him close when he spills inside of you, it was so warm. You let out another loud whine as he leans towards the wall. You don't care about the cold wall against your back. You look back at the door as you kiss Kylo on his cheek praising him for filling you up. You give Bazine a wink then a smirk.

Bazine lets out a huff and quickly walks away from the door. She rolled her eyes when she saw the KOR as she walked down the stairs. The KOR were spread out on the floor, guarding the upstairs restroom.

"You good skank?" Vicrul asked as he leaned against the pillar a few feet away from the staircase.

"Skank?! You mean she is the skank?! Fucking him in the bathroom like a whore." Bazine yelled, making him chuckle. He pushed himself off the pillar and walked closer to her towering over her completely with his six foot frame.

"She's no whore. That's her husband. Don't confuse her with you." Vicrul told her. Bazine looked up at his blue eyes and rolled her eyes dramatically. She couldn't believe she had grown aroused by watching Kylo and you fucking. She has grown more jealous of you now. She couldn't get rid of the sound of his moans and his filthy words he moaned to you. The expression on your face when he emptied his load into you had imprinted in her mind.

So Bazine did what she always does.

"How come we never fucked, Vicrul?" She told him, eyeing him up and down. Vicrul frowned at her knowing what she was doing. She thought she can get whatever she wants by just having sex.

"I'm good at it. I'm sure Kylo has told you what my mouth can do." Vicrul shook his head at her words, making her face drop.

"Oh wait." Vicrul said as he tapped on the crown of his forehead. "He did say something about you being annoying. That he told me about you."

"Tell me. What do you like? I can provide anything for you." Bazine said, crossing her arms under her breasts to make them appear much larger.

"Would you happen to have a twelve inch dick between your legs?" He asks, making her eyes widen at his question. Her arms fell and she stood still.

"Didn't think so. So the answer is no." He said with a shrug of his shoulders and walked away when he saw Kylo and you making your way to walk down the stairs.

Cardo watched as Bezine let out a grunt of disgust and walked away. He was glad she didn't talk to him since he was the one to lie to her, telling her that Kylo was waiting for her upstairs. He waited for Vicrul to walk by him.

"Is my nine inch dick not enough for you, honey?" Cardo said, making the rest of the KOR yell oooohhh. As they all got together to wait for Kylo and you. Vicrul gave them a side eye to shut up then looked to his right at Cardo.

"You know it is, baby. Can't live without." Vicrul whispered into his ear. He couldn't help but smile as Cardo blushed. Vicrul looked away from his lover when Kylo and you walked towards them.

"Is everything alright?" Kylo asked them as he saw his men together.

"I had asked them to guard while you helped me with my dress, dear. Right, guys?" You said with a smile looking at them.

"Yes." They all said simultaneously, making Kylo nod as he cleared his throat.

"You good, boss?" Vicrul asked Kylo with a shit eating grin as he saw a slight wet spot on his boss's pants specifically around his crotch area. He also noticed you weren't wearing lipstick anymore.

"Perfect." Kylo answered him as he looked down at you. You winked at Cardo as Kylo and you walked back to the tables.

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Claiming and Prompt Ideas

Thinking about creating for the HPTV Network Fest and don't know what to write? You're in luck! The mods of the HPTV Fest have come up with some ideas for you. If something strikes your fancy, simply fill out the Claiming Form by 17 June! (Multiple people can write about the same reality TV show or trope! Each work will be unique!)

Pimp My Broomstick

Madam Malkin's Next Top Model

Made in Hogsmeade

Keeping Up With the (your favorite wizarding family here)

19 and Counting with (your favorite wizarding family here)

The Real Housewives of Diagon Alley (or Wizarding Britain!)

The Dragon Wranglers of Wales

Wand Wars (Robot Wars but for duelists)

House Elves' Kitchen (Kreacher is Gordon Ramsay)

Survivor: Forbidden Forest

The Potions Apprentice (Snape)

The Gringotts Apprentice (Griphook)

Who Wants to be a Galleonaire?

Dance Moms for Purebloods

Undercover Boss: Barty Crouch at Hogwarts

The Simple Life: The Black Sisters

Gilderoy Lockhart's Wizarding Eye (fashion goes from tragic to magic)

The Bachelor, Bachelorette, Golden Bachelor with your favorite character

Storage Wars: Knockturn Alley Edition

Say Yes to the Dress Robes

Dancing (Quidditch) With the Stars

Cash in the Attic (but Mundungus is stealing)

Long Island Medium hosted by Trelawney

Wizarding Britain's Supernanny Meets Draco Malfoy

Finding Bigfoot/Crumple-Horned Snorkacks by the Lovegoods

Love Behind Azkaban Bars/Love After Lockup at Azkaban

The Real World: Hogsmeade

Aurors (Cops but Aurors)

Big Brother

Death Eater Wives (Basketball Wives)

World's Deadliest Prisons hosted by Sirius Black

Geordie/Jersey Shore (choose your family)

Hippogriff Dynasty (Hagrid family)

The Dragon Whisperer with Charlie Weasley

90 Day Fiancé (your OTP)

Catfish (your BroTP)

The Great British Bake Off hosted by Dobby

Who Do You Think You Are? pureblood edition

Trauma: Life at the ER of St. Mungo's

Dumbledore's Drag Race

Wife Swap (Narcissa and Molly, Petunia and Lily, etc)

My Strange Addiction with your favorite character

Sister Wives but it's Aberforth and his goats

Wizarding TMZ hosted by Rita Skeeter

Crufts (international dog show) but for kneazles

I Want to Marry "Harry" Potter

Haunted House Hunters: Riddle Mansion, Gaunt Shack, Wool's Orphanage

Borgin and Burke's Pawnstars

Married at First Sight: Pureblood & Muggleborn

Extreme Makeover hosted by Walburga's portrait

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dynamic-power · 1 year ago

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Steddie Time Travel AU, Back to the Past part 6 It's a long part today!

Part 1 | Part 5 | Read it here on ao3

2008

Eddie offers Steve a change of clothes and heads to the bathroom to allow him the privacy to change, which Steve is grateful for. As he’s slipping a well-worn tee shirt over his head, he realizes how strange this must be for Eddie; he’s certainly more familiar with the body Steve is currently inhabiting than Steve is. But he’s making efforts to make Steve feel more comfortable already. Trust Eddie, the letter had said, and so far, Steve can’t think of a reason not to.

Once they’ve changed and are more ready for houseguests, Eddie opens the door and leads him out into a hallway. He gives Steve a very brief explanation as they pass each door; the game room, the guest room, the guest bathroom. The hallway opens into a huge living area.

“This place is huge.”

Eddie hums. “About as big as your parents house, if I remember right. Only one story, though, so it feels bigger.” He points his cane to the left. “Kitchen is that way. The game room and the offices are down that hall.” His cane swings to the hallway directly across from the one they’ve just come out of.

“What do we do?” Steve asks, genuinely curious.

“You teach. High school, though I don’t know how you do it.” Eddie turns towards the front door with a grin. Steve hears the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. “There she is. Come on.”

Steve follows Eddie out the front door, where a young woman is opening the trunk of a silver sedan.

She waves when she sees them on the porch. “Hi, Dad. Hey, Pop.”

“Hi, lovebug,” Eddie says. “How was the trip?”

Their daughter. Steve can’t help but stare as the reality of everything starts to set in.

He’s in the future. Not just a dream, he’s actually here. And he’s married to Eddie Munson. And this is their house, where they live with a cat, and this is their daughter-

She looks to be about 20. She’s tall and heavyset, with long, dark hair and dimples on both sides of her bright smile. “It was good,” she says, pulling a couple bags from the trunk. “Dad, could you give me a hand?”

Eddie nudges at Steve’s back and Steve realizes she’s talking to him. He’s dad. He’s always known he wanted kids, especially after meeting Dustin and his cohorts. But it’s a little weird to be called that, especially by someone who looks to be his age.

He manages to walk down the few steps from the porch and joins the woman behind the car. She leans in and kisses his cheek noisily before handing him a suitcase. He takes it and follows her back to the porch.

“Did I beat Uncle Dustin?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and his coy smile tells Steve he knows how uncomfortable Steve is. He seems to be enjoying it, even. “Kiddo, your dad and I have something to tell you.”

“If you’re getting divorced, I get one of the cats,” she says immediately, kissing Eddie’s cheek too before pushing open the front door.

Eddie just rolls his eyes. “No,” he says as she sets the bag she’d been holding down in the foyer. “If we get divorced, I’m getting all three of them.”

“Three?” Steve asks.

Eddie and the young woman both pause and look at him. Their daughter looks confused, and Eddie looks a little sad.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. He holds up three fingers, lowering them one by one as he rattles off names. “Mothman, Bigfoot, and Loch Ness.” Steve doesn’t have time to think of anything to say to that before Eddie is turning back to the young woman. “Before that was Dracula, Frankenstein, and Wolfman. We had a pair before that, too-”

“Pop, what’s going on?”

Eddie turns to Steve. “Steve, this is Barb. Barbara Munson.”

Steve’s breath catches as understanding crosses Barb’s face.

“Holy shit,” she says softly. “Is he- it happened?”

“Yeah.” Eddie points to her bags. “Get your shit to your room, and come meet me in the kitchen. You interrupted us, and we haven’t eaten yet.”

Eddie turns and limps towards the kitchen, but Steve is still clutching one of the suitcases Barb had arrived with, so when she tips her head down the second hallway, he follows her.

“How old are you?” is the first thing she asks.

“Nineteen,” he answers as she opens one of the bedrooms. The room reminds him of Robin’s; painted a light blue and covered in posters of bands he doesn’t know and pictures of teenagers he doesn’t recognize.

Barb takes her bag from him, depositing it on the floor before collapsing onto the foot of her bed. “Christ, you’re young.”

He has no idea what to do with himself, so he stands in the middle of the room and crosses his arms over his chest. “You can’t call me young. We’re, like, the same age.”

“Actually, I’m older. What a mind fuck,” Barb says with a laugh.

“You’re name-”

“Yeah.” She cuts him off, though not rudely. “I know. I’ve heard the story.”

“You know?”

“About the Upside Down? Yeah. Hard not to, in this fucked up family. And I mean that in the most loving way possible.” She looks at him as though she can see right through him, as though she knows things about him that even he doesn’t, and he remembers that she does. “Can I tell you my story? Would you want to hear it? Pop will tell you again, but,” she sighs heavily, “I want to tell you myself.”

“Sure,” Steve says, because how could he tell her no? She’s his daughter, and Steve finds himself wanting to know everything about her. The possibility of changing the timeline, or whatever negative consequences he can have, escape him entirely until after she’s already talking.

“You and Pop adopted me a little over a decade ago.” She folds her hands in her lap and chews on her lip in a motion he recognizes as one of his own nervous habits. “I was 12 at the time. I’d been in the foster system for about two years. You know, kids that age don’t get adopted as often. The older you get, the harder it is. It was especially difficult for me because of my size and my attitude. No one was going to adopt the fat preteen who insulted anyone who tried to talk to her.

“But one day, I was told I was going to an interview with another couple. I didn’t want to be there, and I think you and Pop could tell. I was a little shit to you the whole time. But you saw through that. A couple weeks later, I learned I was going to be adopted. I didn’t know how to feel. I didn’t think it would ever actually happen to me. But it did. And you and Pop have-”

She pauses and takes in a shuddering breath, smiling as she wipes at her eyes. Steve has no idea what to do at that moment, so he continues to hover awkwardly, looking away from her for a few moments to allow her to collect herself again.

“Just, thank you, I guess,” she continues after a few moments. “You don’t know it, yet, but you’re gonna change a lot of lives. Especially mine.”

“I, uh. I’m sorry I’m not your real dad,” Steve says awkwardly. “I’m sure he would have been happy to see you.”

She smiles at him through teary eyes. “You are my dad,” she insists. “Just. With a little growing to do.” They are silent for another moment. “This must be pretty crazy for you, huh?”

“Yeah. I, uh, I don’t really think it’s hit me yet. Not really.” And then he turns to look at the fourth wall of the room and pauses. There’s a full length mirror hanging on the back of the door and standing in the reflection is himself.

It’s him, but not really. His hair is shorter, flopping over his forehead and still tousleded from sleep. It’s starting to go gray around his temples. He has lines around the corners of his eyes and a scar across his throat. He’d noticed earlier, but now he can really see how he’s lost some of his athletic build, going a bit soft around his middle.

He suddenly finds himself swallowing back tears.

“It’s weird,” he finds himself saying, “to see myself like this.”

“Happy?” Barb asks softly.

“Old,” he blurts out, letting out a wet chuckle. His eyes are tearing up and a lump catches in his throat. “That’s one of the first things I noticed about Eddie, too.” He’s not sure why he’s saying this, especially not to his daughter, but something deep in his gut is telling him he can trust her. Just like he can trust Eddie. “Not old, just older, I guess. I- when I was sixteen, I learned that monsters are real. And I’ve been fighting them ever since. I guess I stopped imagining what life would be like after a certain age because-” because I stopped thinking I’d ever live to see twenty, he wants to say, but he can’t say them out loud.

“Can I hug you?” Barb asks.

Steve turns around and sees that she’s crying, too. She offers him a warm smile, though, and when he nods, she wraps her arms around his shoulders. They stand there for a minute. For the second time that morning, Steve finds himself crying in the arms of a near stranger that he inexplicably trusts.

“You’ll get to see this life for yourself,” Barb says. “We’ll get you back to where you need to be, and then you are going to live this life, Dad. We’ll make sure of it.”

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Part 7

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