#I need to move somewhere where I can walk in the woods in the snow fr. for my health

[llycaons]

mutuals who have snow can you pretty please think of me as you play in it and look at it and enjoy it 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[lucrativesoul]

Roadstop

summary: your car breaks down on a deserted road at midnight. you have no signal, it’s getting colder, and you are five miles away from help; you’re stranded. a stranger offers his help to you, and you find a way to pass the time.

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

word count: 7.8k

warnings: smut, oral (male recieving), bondage (very softcore), don’t trust strangers this much

a/n: i kind of hate this title and i also don’t love this one but I hope i made it work. going to immediately start one that i’m actually into. this one’s shorter than the last one, but they might all fall around the same word count from now on. again, i can’t stress how thankful i am for the love on ‘the assistant’ as well as my headcanon blurbs, 900+ notes on the fic and 300+ on the headcanons, you guys are too nice. i can’t wait to come back soon with the next fic! enjoy :3

You thought back for a brief second, clearing your head as best you could to gauge your current situation.

In the backseat of a tinted SUV, you were straddled over a thick set of thighs, that of which belonged to a man twice your build, who was bound at the wrists in front of him. The waistband of his jeans were dangerously low and his shirt was somewhere in the front seat. His breathing was shaky and he was looking at you with hooded eyelids, loving every moment of this situation.

What was the catalyst to this exact interaction? Let’s see…

–

Earlier

As badly as you wanted to scream, to cry, to blame everyone else but yourself, this was all on you, and you knew it. There were plenty of ways to avoid this situation.

Your car was toast. Literally. The steam was coming out in soft puffs, and you were thanking every deity up there that it was only steam and not smoke, because it was dead winter, too cold for even snow to fall, and you did not want to get out of your car. How can a car even overheat in 10 degree weather?

The road trip back home was close to three hours and you were nearing the second one when a light started flashing on your dashboard. Inclined to ignore it, but knowing the risks of doing so, you pulled over, hoping for a brief stop. 

The road was dark. It made you a little cautious to step out, but this wasn't a common place for people to pull over, but you were unsure if you could make it the next five miles to the rest stop. It was only a two lane road, trees on both sides of you. The worst, you decided, was a deer deciding to dash out and body slam you. You should move quick enough to avoid that.

Looking behind to make sure no one was suddenly driving by, you briskly opened your door and walked to the front of the car. Finding the latch and pulling it aside, you lifted the hood, and a puff of metallic smelling steam hit your face. You backed up, letting it clear, before going in again. Well, you observed, the engine is definitely still there.

Shutting it and shuffling back to your car, you pulled your phone out of your pocket. Should you call a tow service? You didn't know where you were. Should you call the police? They would probably tell you to call the non-emergency line and then tell you to call a tow service. Should you call your friend? She would probably call you stupid, then tell you to call a tow service. That one was the most comfortable, though.

It was, after all, her fault you were here. It’s easy enough to cast the blame on the friend that moved this far away that you had to plan out a whole weekend just to hang out. But, once again, it was on you for deciding to leave this late.

She answered after one ring. “Hey, I’m in trouble.”

“Of course you are. What happened now?” She didn’t sound incredibly concerned.

“I don’t know. I think my car’s overheating. I’m scared to keep driving it.”

She gasped. “It’s only been like… an hour and a half? You’re probably in the woods.”

“If darkness and trees means woods then yes, that’s precisely where I am.”

“You need to get a tow, or something.” Knew it. “Do you see mile markers?”

You leaned forward in your seat, straining to see something that isn’t there. “No, I can’t see. I don't remember passing any either. I’m a few miles away from a rest stop, but, I really don’t–”

Dial tone.

Pulling your phone away from your ear to look at the screen, you wanted to scream even more now. “Fuck!” You shouted out to nobody. No service. You wasted your last few moments of contact, and now you had nothing.

You sat for a moment, stilling your beating heart and trying to think rationally. Walking was out of the question. You nearly froze just going to open the hood. You could wait for service to come back, probably in waves, you might lose a call again. It was the only choice. The call to 911 would be quick, and if you lost service, they would know where you are from pinging you, and if they couldn’t reach you again, they would come find you. It was the best you could hope for. 

Settling back into your seat, the last few wisps of orange light disappearing behind the trees, you were ready to wait. 

–

You dragged your hands up and down the man’s torso, watching his muscles constrict and hearing delicious whines pour from his lips. He threw his head back onto the seat behind him, unable to look away from your body for even a second, even to blink. You could see the way his jaw tensed and relaxed, you could tell he wanted to say something, but he obeyed you, and he didn’t say a word.

You knew he was staring at the way your body curved and dipped, the way your frame was visible as you had also taken your shirt off, left in only a bra and the jacket that he had put on over you. He was probably ready to cum untouched at just the idea of you wearing his jacket alone, nevermind with nothing on underneath. 

Your fingers teased at the waistband of his pants, flitting your fingertips back and forth over the button of his jeans. You could see the way his erection was pressing hard through them, twitching ever so often as you kept your eyes on him. You, yourself, were desperate to pull it out and put your mouth on it, but you couldn’t let him see that.

“It’s tempting,” You whispered into the space between you two. “I want to take it right now,” He strained again, both his hard cock and his upper body, his arms slightly tugging at the restraints. “But I need you to beg for it…” You palmed his dick hard, and his lips parted in a moan. The sound made you even wetter than you already were. His hips bucked upward, moving the both of you, but with one steady hand to the chest, he was still. 

You knew well enough that he could bust out of the restraints at any second, he was strong enough to do that and probably tie you up even more securely than you had tied him. But, the mere idea that he was sitting there, being a good boy for you and letting you have him as he was, well, that idea alone had you foaming at the mouth, wanting to take control of him.

This wasn’t the first time you were making someone sit still and be a good boy for you, but it was the first time that a man had you dizzy trying to enforce those rules in the first place.

“Tell me,” You spoke, a sultry look in your eyes, you leaned in just a tad to get in his face. “Do you need it?”

He sighed out as if he had been holding his breath. “Yes, please, I need it so bad…” He nearly tripped over his words trying to force them out, showing you how bad he needed you to touch him, to suck him off, to ride him. Yes, you needed it to, but you couldn’t give it to him without a little bit of teasing involved.

“Do you now…” Your hands wandered up his torso again, fingers gently wrapping around the base of his neck, now even squeezing, and he tipped his head back with a sigh. You peeled your hands off, tracing his shoulders, his biceps, his forearms, and settled your hands over his. “If you keep being good, you can be released and touch me.” You felt his muscles strain again. “Not yet, though.”

He swallowed with the implication. Moving your hips forward, you grinded down onto him, making him screw his eyes shut and groan. Your own heartbeat quickened at the action, and for your own sake as well, you were going to need to speed this up. 

You leaned forward once more, mouth next to his ear, lips ghosting around the shell. “You’ll be my good boy and let me suck it, won’t you?”

A shrill whine, then, “Yes, yes, I’ll be your good boy, I promise, please, you can suck it. Please,” His voice was cutting in and out between a whisper and its full depth, you could tell he was worked up, and while you loved the chase of it all, you couldn’t help but to give in and treat yourself, as well. 

Your hands fell to his jeans again, hovering over the button. You pressed a kiss into his jawline. “Good boy.”

–

Earlier

This was much more boring than you anticipated. You wanted to scroll through your phone so badly, but you knew you needed to conserve battery. There wasn’t much in the way of entertainment in your car, merely your overnight bag in the back with your clothes in it, your laptop buried at the bottom for work, and your water bottle which was almost empty now. You kept checking every 5 minutes for a service signal, watching as the percent in the corner slowly ticked down.

It was growing colder by the minute in your car, and you had a blanket over your lap trying to conserve what you could. You felt like you were trapped in the wild, stranded with no food, no communication, when realistically you were only a hair outside of the nearest civilization.

No one had driven by yet. It was odd for no one to be taking this road at this time, at least one or two people would be coming by, maybe even a freight truck, but so as your luck worked out, there was not a soul tonight. 

You were getting tired now, but your nerves were too lit up to allow yourself to fall asleep. Resting your head back against the car seat, staring out into darkness, your mind began to wander.

How many deer were out in these woods right now? Probably none, with the way your eyes were fully adjusted to the darkness now, you could spot one a mile away. It would be the only movement. What was your friend doing? Was she still trying to call you? Clearly she hadn’t called anyone for help, as it’s been a rough 30 minutes since you lost service, and the nearest city was just outside of where you sat. They would have gotten there in 15 max. Was it possible to freeze to death in just a few hours within the confines of your car, even though you were nowhere near that point yet?

Just then, your head shot forward as you spotted light behind you. Finally, a person! You straightened out and pulled the blanket off of you, debating if you should step out or not. That would definitely get their attention, but what if they were in the right lane and they hit you? Surely there would be no point in waiting for signal after that.

You didn’t even need to make a decision, as you put your hand on the door handle to step out into the brisk air, the headlights suddenly swerved and became aligned with you. They grew bigger and bigger, you were sure they were going to hit you, but they stopped.

You stared, scared, but knew this was your only shot at help. You stepped out.

The car that pulled up behind you stayed running, lights still shining, and you squinted to see past them. It looked like an SUV, much bigger than your own sedan, and could definitely do this drive without overheating no problem.

The driver’s side door opened, but you only saw the silhouette of it, still trying to block the headlights. You lifted your hand to your eyes to do so, and you saw a man get out. Ideally, for safety, you would have wanted a woman, but you couldn’t be picky when this was the first person you saw for almost an hour.

He walked over to you, and placed himself in front of the headlight so you could see him. Now, backlit, you could see the bulky build of a man, donned in a leather jacket with a fur collar, long hair falling down to his cheekbones, his breaths rolling off in slow puffs. He stood a good distance away from you, probably aware of how you might be feeling in this situation.

“You need help?” No shit, you wanted to answer, but couldn’t choke the words up. 

“Uh, yeah, I got stuck.” You turned briefly to look at the car. “It overheated. I lost signal to call for help.” 

The man nodded, walking around you and over to the hood of your car. He bent over and lifted it, messing around in there for a few seconds. You took one step closer to him, hugging yourself for warmth, now missing the inside of your car.

He shut it suddenly and walked back over. “You probably just have no antifreeze left. I don’t have any in my car, though. Do you know if you happen to have any?”

You stood staring at him for another second. “I’m gonna guess no, considering I’m not totally sure what you mean.” You could see him clearly now, standing in front of his headlights. His face was covered in dark shadows from his hair and the contours of his face, his deep brow casting darkness into his eyes, but you could still see they were blue. He had on a dark t-shirt, and it didn’t leave much to the imagination to picture the figure underneath. You met his eyes again.

He just nodded. “That’s alright. Not something you tend to prepare for.” He walked closer to you, but you stood your ground and let him approach you. “Want to come down the road with me to get some? There’s a 24/7 convenience just a few miles away. I can have you out of here within the hour.” You said nothing. You weren’t sure if you entirely wanted to do that, but you also didn’t want him to not come back at all. As if sensing your inner turmoil, he stuck his hand out towards you. “Leon Kennedy. I work for the state. I’m on the way home from a detail.”

You slowly extended your own hand, telling him your name. His hand was warm. You didn’t want to let go. “Detail? Are you a cop?”

He shrugged. “Sort of. I don’t want to leave you here. You should warm up.” You looked back at his car, still running, positive that the heat was blasting, and you gave in.

“Okay. But don’t think about trying anything. I can put up a hell of a fight, you know.” 

He laughed. “You have my word.”

You walked around to the passengers side and hopped in, hoisting yourself up into the surprisingly high cabin. You looked at the dash as he settled in, getting comfortable with the space. This was a much newer car than you were used to. 

His phone was connected to the bluetooth, music rumbling quietly out of the speakers. Deftones. Maybe I can trust him for now.

You subconsciously settled into the seat, the warmth enveloping you. The ride was much smoother than your own car, and you knew you weren’t going to stop the comparisons until this experience was over. You kept an eye to the left of you, still needing to be alert, you were in a stranger's car after all, even though you knew his name and job, that didn’t mean anything.

You saw him sneak a glance over at you, and you shot your eyes back down to the display on the dashboard. 

“You like them?” He hit a button on the steering wheel and turned the volume up a few notches. You could still hear him clearly. 

“Of course.” You let the silence hang for a second. Testing the waters, “If it was country, I might have had to pull a tuck and roll.”

He barked another laugh. At least he wasn’t stoic. “You’re lucky you didn’t catch me on a Wednesday, then.” You giggled. After saying nothing else, he continued. “What brought you to this position anyways?”

You sighed. “One of my good friends lives out here, about an hour away or so. I was on my way home. I know I shouldn’t have left this late, but in my defense, I didn;t know my car was going to overheat, so…” 

He hummed. “That’s not your fault. It happens. Can’t prepare for those things, again.”

You looked out the window to the pitch black nothingness as you rode past. You looked back over at him, he had his right forearm on the console while his left hand steered. “You seemed too prepared to stop, though. What if I killed you?”

His mouth quirked, and you couldn’t help but repeat it. “I could handle it if you tried to.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, I could have surprised you. I’m stronger than I look. Men love to doubt the ones that are smaller than them.”

The smile on his face didn’t falter. “And what are you capable of against a man like me, then?” 

“I don’t think you want to find out. I’m dominating, you know.” Wait… what? You truly didn’t mean it to sound like that, but you couldn’t suck the words back up. You just furrowed your brows in frustration at yourself, and blamed the lack of sleep, the cold, your aggravation, whatever you could. Regardless of the words you couldn’t take back, Leon didn’t stop smiling. He turned his head a degree in your direction, and you could still see him out of your peripheral. 

A few minutes later, the convenience came into view and he pulled into the lot. You squinted at the bright lights of the parking lot. 

“Hang tight, I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

You only nodded, watching him stalk away into the building. You decided, seeing his full body in the lights, if you had met him under any other circumstances, you wouldn’t peg him as the helpful type of guy. His gait was strong, like it said Don’t fuck with me, or else. It almost made you giddy, knowing that you were the one being helped when he wouldn’t have otherwise. Like, in a romance book, when the bad boy doesn’t like anyone, but likes you. 

It wasn’t as uncomfortable as you had thought it would be. Maybe he was lightening up his personality so he wouldn’t scare you on purpose. If he really was just a helpful guy, the last thing he would want is to scare a young girl in the middle of nowhere at midnight. 

You were getting comfortable in the seat now, the heat wrapping around you, making you dread having to go back out into your cold car. You sighed even harder when you remembered that you still had a long ride to go before you could even go to bed.

Leon walked out of the store and back to the car, bottle of antifreeze in hand, and you tensed up when the cold air hit your skin as he opened the door.

He watched you as he lowered himself into the seat. “I didn’t mean it literally. You could have moved.” 

You shrugged with a smile as he closed the door again. “I didn’t need to.”

After a few minutes of chatting and listening to music, you arrived back at your car after needing to loop around to get back onto the right side of the road. You sighed and hit your head back against the seat of the car.

“What’s the sigh for? You get to go now.” Leon unblocked his seatbelt and took the bottle from where he left it on the console.

“Yeah, but it’s cold. I don’t want to get out.”

Leon grinned softly. “So don’t. I’ll be right back.” 

You sat and soaked up the heat while he went back over to your car, popped the hood, and disappeared behind it for a few minutes. You could only wonder how cold he must have been right now. Probably not very, maybe only his hands and neck, that jacket looks warm enough. You were stupid to only put a zip up on.

You looked down at your lap, then your gaze wandered to the interior of the car. It was very clean here. Leon did seem like the type to want to take care of his vehicle, and you were afraid to make any sort of move in case you put dirt on anything.

The backseat was empty, not even an extra piece of clothing (which there was plenty of in your own backseat), and you wondered how it was even possible for someone to be this neat.

You looked back through the windshield to see that Leon was still working in your hood. Your eyes fell lower to the glove compartment.

Realistically, this wouldn’t be the worst thing you could do right now, since you didn’t know Leon, and you could pass it off by wanting to assure yourself that you were safe, but at the same time, you felt guilty even thinking about it, since Leon had been nothing but nice to you so far. He trusted you enough to leave you alone in his pristine car while he helped you out.

That alone made you shift your gaze back up, pushed the thought of snooping down, and settled in to see Leon walking back to his car.

“Alright, you should be all set now. Hopefully it doesn’t happen again for another long while.” He shut the door next to him, and you gazed out at your car, making no moves. 

“How much?” You rolled your head over to look at him.

“Huh?” He furrowed his brow. 

“The antifreeze. How much was it?”

He breathed out a laugh, not moving much. “I don’t want your money.”

You shrugged. “You didn’t need to do this for me, this is the least I could do for your help.”

Leon simply looked at you. “I stopped because I wanted to help. I don’t want your money.”

You stared at him. His eyes were half lidded, a small smile was gracing his features. He was lit up from the light of his display screen, still softly playing Deftones. You could see the texture of his face, his lips, his hair. He was unmoving under the scrutiny of your gaze; yet so were you. 

“I can put up a fight. I’ll make you take it.”

His smile grew. “So the legend goes, as you’ve told me.” He moved his right arm to come back and rest on the console in between you two. “I’m not going to accept it, though.”

“So, what? Am I gonna have to force you to take it? Cause I’m not leaving until you do.” You settled right back into the seat. Leon kept smiling at you. “I’m defiant. And I’ll get my way. If I have to slap you around to take it.��� Leon hummed and quirked an eyebrow at your words. It only added fuel to your confidence fire. “Even if I have to tie you down to prevent you from fighting.”

You looked at him with your eyebrows raised, showing you meant business, but he remained still. “Is that so?” You nodded. You saw him tighten his grip around the steering wheel, but the action didn’t frighten you. You could hear in his tone that he was mostly relaxed. You almost felt bad for being like this– it was late at night and he, too, was on his way home, but you simply couldn’t let this good deed go unrewarded.

“Open that.” His voice cut through your thoughts, his tone light, but his voice deep. You met his eyes to see where he was looking, which was in the direction of the glove compartment. See, you told yourself, good karma can aid curiosity. You looked at it and hesitated a moment, trying to scan your brain as quickly as possible to see if this would be a trick. After a few seconds, when you thought of nothing, you reached over.

Tumbling forward as soon as you swung the compartment open was a small black bag, maybe about the size of a water bottle. It stopped on the door itself, and you made no move to grab it. You simply looked over at Leon.

He was watching you intensely, his smile had disappeared, but his look was not stern or angry. It made your stomach twist with… something, but what exactly, you couldn’t tell. You slowly swung your gaze back over to it.

“I hope those weren’t empty threats you were throwing at me.” You kept your eyes on the bag, but the pieces started falling in place around you. In a whisper, barely loud enough for you to hear, Leon said, “Can’t you show me what you are capable of?”

Ice and fire ran through your veins simultaneously as you reached out to grab the bag, noticing upon touching it that it was smooth, silky. Holding it in your hands, you rotated it to find the opening. You could feel Leon staring at you. 

Finding the opening and flipping it downwards, you held onto the bag as you dumped the contents into your hands. A tightly wound bundle of black rope fell out.

You couldn’t form words for a minute, struggling to find air in your lungs. The rope was just as soft as the bag was, and you knew exactly why, exactly what the use intended for this was. You turned your head slowly to look over at Leon again. His head had rolled back to rest on the back of the car seat, but his gaze never left yours.

You found the energy to speak. “You come prepared for these types of situations?”

A slow smile blossomed on his features again. “I don’t usually need it. I guess, I never find myself wanting to use it.” He turned his head, looking back at the dash now, almost embarrassed at his words. A smirk was fighting its way through on your features. He licked his lips, then turned back to you. “I think now… maybe I do.”

You breathed a laugh, and turned the bundle over in your hands. “How am I going to hold up to my word if you want to use this on me?”

Leon leaned forward just a tad, looking you deep in the eyes. The blue light coming off of the digital display screen lit up his face, and though color was distorted, his cheeks had more hue to them. 

“I don’t want to tie you up…” You tilted your head up at the sudden realization. You held eye contact. 

“A big man like you? I didn’t imagine you’d be wanting me to do that to you…” You spoke slowly, not trying to give the impression that you were against the idea. Because, truly, you weren’t, at all. The idea of having him bound for you made your lungs cut the air supply short and had your knees weak. The power you felt sitting in this seat was immeasurable, hearing that the man who was twice your size wanted you to remove his sense of control, well, it had you thrumming with anticipation.

Leon huffed a laugh. He looked down, obviously slightly ashamed at having admitted this. “Well, you haven’t had much time to get to know me.”

You shifted in your seat, turning to him, bending slightly to get him to look into your eyes again. “So tell me, then. I have the time to listen.” 

He attempted a shrug, and leaned back at the same time so you could see his face clearer now. Some of his hair was covering his eyes, but you left it, though you did think about moving it for him. “I’m 27, I used to be a cop, still affiliated though, I do some late night stuff at the station…” He looked over. “I did just want to help you. Even if there was no one in the car, I probably would have stopped anyway.” You nodded, listening to every word. “I…” He trailed off, looking for the words to say. “I don’t… do much else. I’m not that interesting.”

“You have no girlfriend or wife?” You whispered, and though you knew, hoped, the answer would be no, you wanted to know why he thought the answer was no.

He shook his head, as predicted. “I don’t seem to have luck.” He laughed lowly, almost in a self-deprecating manor.

“Well, I hope this isn’t always how you try to pick up women, it’s kind of scary, you know.” You laughed, and he smiled with you.

“I never particularly bothered to go looking. I just figured they would come around.”

“You can’t always bet on fate like that, it might not get you anywhere.” You shrugged.

He raised an eyebrow. “It did tonight, though.”

You nodded, seeing the irony in the night. After a second of silence, you slightly shifted your position again. “So, now what? A man like you has me in your car, holding rope, that you already had in here, by the way, and you’re telling me you want me to use it to show you what I’m capable of.”

He shrugged and leaned back, breaking eye contact for a moment. A small smile played on his lips. “Well…” He sighed. “I think it will keep you warmer than you would be in your car.”

The two of you migrated to the backseat without another word. Something shifted in the air, some silent agreement had settled in between you two, and the moment the doors shut behind you, mouths on one another, heat rising, hands slithering in between, leaving no inch of skin left untouched. Leon was quick to snake his warm hands up your shirt and hike it over your head, but you let him, followed quickly by his own. His lips were soft and warm, the kiss became sloppy, greedy, you would have succumbed to it then and there if there wasn’t a promise to uphold.

You raked your hand through his hair, soft as silk, and gripped at the base of his head, making him moan into the kiss. The hand he placed on your waist gripped the flesh, and with one swift movement, you swung your leg over his to straddle him. It was already like he was at your mercy before you even took anything away from him, and it only made him look all the more desperate for you.

The kiss broke, and for a second the two of you were just staring at each other. You watched the rise and fall of his chest, which you had discovered with your hands before even seeing it, that it was incredibly toned, and you almost didn’t even want to stop touching him. HIs hands rested on your hips, holding you in place on top of him, eyes full of lust.

He shook his head slowly, forming a thought. “Are you sure you weren’t in charge of fate to make me find you tonight?”

You grinned, running your hands up his torso, you just couldn’t stop yourself. “If I was, don’t you think I would have made it a little more convenient for us?”

He sighed at your touch, head rolling backwards, closing his eyes. After a low hum of satisfaction, he replied. “I guess so… What about fate the second time around?” Your hands slid up to his shoulders, feeling the texture underneath your palms, all of the skin and bone and muscle. You pushed yourself down into his lap, already feeling his hardening dick through his jeans, making him groan louder, and you sigh in relief.

“We haven’t even gotten started and you are already thinking of round two…” You leaned in, teasing a breath along his neck, then gently licking on his jawline. The skin of your stomach felt the heat that he was producing, and you pressed your bodies together, the contact feeling like bliss.

“I already know I’ll need you again.” He said in a whisper, and the sheer intensity that it caused within you made you lean in and bite the tender skin under his jaw, and he moaned, gripping your waist even tighter.

Your hands kept running along his skin, desperate to get even more contact between you two. Your mind was getting foggy with desire, needing to be as close to Leon as possible, as much as the small space in his backseat would allow. His fingers were starting to dip below the waistline of your pants, and while you almost let him slide them past, you grabbed onto his hand and pulled it out, remembering the reason you were in the backseat in the first place.

“Don’t forget why we’re here…” You mumbled into his ear, where you were still pressed up against him. You heard him sigh, as well as felt it, and finally pushed yourself off of him.

He looked up at you from under his half-lidded eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do, then. I’ll do anything.” His voice was breathy and low, and his hands came down to rest on the top of your thigh. You sat up as straight as you could, feeling all of the control get handed over to you in that one second. Involuntarily, a chill ran through your body. Cold air had hit your heated skin as you parted, as well as the added sensations that Leon was contributing to. He pushed himself up, leaned past you to the front seat, one hand steadying you on your lower back. When he fell back, he put the shoulders of his jacket over you.

He sighed as he leaned back, examining your frame as it rested over him, straightening your posture as the warmth fell around you. “Looks better on you anyway…” 

You stared at him for another moment before your brain kicked into action. “Hold your hands out,” You whispered, and he obeyed. You reached behind you and grabbed the bundle of rope. “You’ll behave if I tie you up like this?” 

“Yes…” He breathed out, watching your hands as they wrapped and knotted the rope around his wrists, not too tight, but he couldn’t slip out of it too easily. You felt a surge of confidence at the mere premonition of you tying up a huge, muscled man, submitting to your dominance. You felt heat pool in between your legs as his head fell back, his chest flexed, and the feeling of his hard cock poking you through his pants. You were suddenly glad your car gave out on you on this random night.

This brings you to your current position. Everything playing an equal hand in getting this man in his own backseat underneath you, staring up with sinful eyes. You weren’t sure what to do first, you wanted to do everything to this man, and let him do everything to you. 

He had already professed his need for you to take him in your mouth, and you were itching to keep teasing him, but as a reward for not leaving you stranded, you were going to play nice with him.

HIs breathing was ragged and his eyes were locked on you, not daring to look away as your hands snaked closer and closer to the button on his jeans. Your fingers flitted over the tent in his pants, the sensation barely registering with him, and he bucked his hips up, but you pressed them back down by his hips. 

“Patience… patience baby…” You murmured, not looking up from where your hands were dancing around letting him loose. He whined, and the sound traveled straight to your core, making you all the more desperate. As a second reward for obeying your command, you pressed your palm fully into his hardened cock, and he groaned and threw his head back. You smirked in response, now needing the skin on skin contact. 

Your hands made quick work of the button and zipper, and he lifted his hips when you pulled down his waistband of both his jeans and underwear. His erection sprang out, slapping his toned stomach, and you felt saliva pooling in the corners of your mouth, slick gathering in between your legs, and Leon was almost shaking with anticipation.

You wrapped a delicate hand around his dick and he whined again, his chest shuddering with shallow breaths, sighing out profanities at the contact. He was so warm and hard in your hand, and even just the ginger strokes you were delivering had him crumbling under you.

The other hand that wasn't wrapped around him came up to brace yourself on his chest, and his skin matched the temperature of his throbbing girth. His tip was leaking profusely, and you brought your thumb up to press through it and spread it, which elicited another whimper from within him. The friction was dry, and you were sure it didn't feel the best for Leon, but there were no signs of pain in his expression, and if you kept this up long enough, he might cum from this alone. 

He was of average length, but you were never one to complain, especially not in a situation like this, and it was a benefit when the attempt to deepthroat him came along, knowing it would make it easier. You couldn’t wait any longer, and even though watching him writhe under you was more pleasure than you expected, you needed more.

You leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his neck, coated in a thin layer of sweat. You made a brief note of how hot it was in the car now, probably all from him, and though it was completely dark outside, you were sure the windows were foggy. He sighed at your lips on his skin. 

“Thank you for being so good to me,” You spoke softly to him, and you lifted your head to press your lips together, which he hungrily accepted. Your body fell forward slightly, your hand still balancing on his hard chest, and you could feel his arms in between the both of you, but he was not protesting. 

You pulled away, but hovered over his face and pressed your foreheads together. He whispered, “Need you so bad…” heavily breathing onto your lips. You grinned, seeing he was quickly reaching the brink of his patience. 

“I got you baby,” Another quick kiss, but you pulled away before he could deepen it. “You’re being a good boy for me.” He quietly moaned at the praise, and let you remove yourself from on top of him. You hopped off his lap and sunk to your knees in between his legs, looking up once last time to see his pretty face before ducking your head, and licking a thick stripe up the length of his cock. 

His groan was louder than it had been before, and you felt his whole body shudder with his breaths. The saliva that had been gathering in your mouth coated him easily, and when your tongue met the tip, with a swipe to collect the precum (which resulted in another sharp whine), you let all of your spit pour over your lips and leak down the sides, which you hastily swept up with your hand, and continued to pump his dick with. 

Every breath that he released was paired with some sort of noise, whether it be a groan, a whine, a whimper, anything that you were doing to him right now was causing him to quickly become unwound, and just seeing him fall apart under your hands was causing your strokes to become harder, quicker, and you stopped refusing him to buck his hips in your hand because you loved seeing how desperate he was becoming. You could see the veins in his forearms and biceps, the flexing of his arms against the rope around his wrists, and it made you weaker to know he was the only person keeping him within those restraints, and he could flip the power dynamic at any moment if he wanted to. But, he didn’t, and he let himself be dominated.

With another lick from base to tip, your lips closed over his head, our tongue dipped and swirled around the soft skin, the tangy salt of his precum coating your tastebuds, and at once, you took his entirety into your mouth. A rough gasp came from Leon as you swallowed him whole, pressing your tongue against the underside of his cock, feeling every ridge and bump. Your hand continued to work below where you could reach, giving gentle squeezes, and your other hand occasionally worked his balls, causing him to throw his head back every few seconds.

You were reveling in his taste at this moment, every bead of precum that spurted out of his tip was lapped up instantly, mixing in with your spit as you took him in your mouth, your tongue studying and memorizing his shape and size. You sucked him down like it was your last moment to ever be with him, hoping you would be able to find yourself in this position with him again. 

“Fuck… fuck, you feel so good…” Leon couldn’t contain the words spilling out of his mouth, he was losing sanity it seemed with every movement you made with your tongue, every stroke your hand delivered, and every time you opened your throat to shove him as far back as you could. He would whimper every time you stifled a gag at trying to deepthroat his length, loving the way you worked past pain just to have more of him. 

You could feel so much heat and wetness within yourself, and as much as you wanted to relieve your own pressure, you knew you wouldn't be done with Leon after you made him cum.

After another hit to the back of the throat with his tip, you heard him whine out, “I’m so… I’m so close, fuck–” paired with more gasps and whimpers. His fists were balled up so tight, the rope was straining against his flexing, and his mouth hung open as he watched you take him all. 

Your hand that wasn’t on his cock was gripping his thick thigh, feeling it twitch underneath your palm. You gripped it tighter, deciding against an urge to want to edge him, not able to fight your own need to taste him. 

After another lick, you released him from your mouth and resorted to stroking him so you could talk and breathe for a moment. “How close are you, baby?” Your breathing was heavy, and you could feel the spit hanging off your lips, still connected in thin strings to his tip.

He gasped again at the feeling of cool air touching his wet dick. “So… so close,” He bucked his hips again into your hands and you let him, liking watching him chase his own release.

“Where do you want it, huh? I’ll let you decide.” You kept working his dick while he tried his hardest to contain himself.

He groaned, clearly struggling to speak through all of the sensations. “I… I, oh, god, anywhere…” His head was back against the seat again, and this time it seemed to stay there while you kept touching him. Underneath his arms, you could see his torso tensing and relaxing with the way his whole body was pulsing, and even through the darkness you could tell he was toned, insanely so, you could see the rigid outlines of ab muscles where his arms weren’t blocking them. Sharp lines contoured his hips where they dipped into his pelvis, akin to a rainbow with a pot of gold at the end that you currently had in your hands, dripping with precum and saliva. You couldn’t take it. You needed to see him blissed out.

You moved your hand back down to the base and planted your flat tongue on the underside of his cock, licking all the way up to the tip. “Come on, cum for me, I’ll let you…” With quick movements and the occasional lick to his tip, you brought him closer and closer to his release, and you could see it written all over his face whenever he put his head back up to look down at you. His brows were furrowed, his mouth open, and you could see the glint on his face from sweat. 

“Shit, oh, fuck, I–I’m coming,--” Leon rasped out as much as he could through his thick breaths, body convulsing the second he hit the threshold of his release. You felt it the same time you saw it, his dick throbbed under your palm and a rope of hot white cum spurted upward, landing on his stomach, some on his hands, and yours. You hastily pressed your mouth to the tip, feeling it coat your tongue, the roof of your mouth, drip to the back of your throat. You kept your tongue pressed to the underside of the head, feeling that, too, pulse with his orgasm. He was groaning in tandem with this happening, and you lapped up everything he had to offer, the salty, hot, viscous liquid sitting heavy in your mouth. You choked back a gag with the swallow, but it made it down, and you cleaned your hand, his twitching dick, and wherever it landed on him by licking it up. He whimpered at the feeling of your tongue on his hands.

“You looked so good for me,” You whispered into the air as you slowly rose from your position, and hovered over him. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me like this…” You looked down at him, spent, panting, eyes lazily making eye contact with you, but you could see so much more in his gaze. 

A second passed before either of you spoke again. Without moving too far, you brought a hand down to untie the rope, and his hands came to rest over your thigh once they were free. The rope lay discarded on the floor.

“We still have the rest of the night… don’t we?” Your stomach turned at his implication, he still wanted you, and he was still ready to keep going. Your hand came up to gently touch the side of his neck, thumb tracing the edge of his jawline.

“We have however long you want. I’m not done with you.” 

He grinned, his eyes opened a little further this time, and his hands left your thighs to hold your face as he kissed you deeply, blissfully ignoring your phone incessantly ringing, abandoned in the front seat.

[piratesfromspace]

Just Like Old Times (Price x Reader + poly141)

Pairing: Reader x Price (& Reader x 141) Rated: Mature Word count: 2.9k Summary: A cottage in the snow. A Captain you knew in another life. His rugged and attractive men. Will you let them into your life? Note: This is a fic I wrote for @literatecowboy for the Secret Santa event organized by @bunnyreaper! I tried to make something soft and sweet and it's taking place during the winter, it's not smutty but if you like it, I can make a part 2 with some action 👀

EDIT: we have a PART 2!!

Content: ex-military!fem!reader, mention of food & alcohol, a little bit of angst but it’s mainly fluff, smoking, flirting, praise kink, sharing body heat

MASTERLIST // PART 2

It had been Laswell’s idea. 

The team needs to be ready for snow conditions, do whatever you think is best. You have 3 weeks. And I’m talking extreme weather, Price, not a little trip to your local ski resort.

Those had been the instructions Kate had delivered to an unphased Price.

He knew it was only a matter of time before this kind of mission would be required from them. Of course, the men of the 141 have already trained in the cold of England, have seen and tested the winter gear. But Laswell is about to send them somewhere at the very East of Europe, and there is a small difference between surviving winter in London and surviving winter in places where the cold could kill you in minutes if you didn't have the proper equipment or knowledge. Over there, more than usual, tiny mistakes could have big consequences. And Price would rather not have his team freeze to death because of a lack of training. 

It’s December and the month is cold already. But it’s nothing compared to the cold Soap feels when he steps out of the helicopter. It’s like Price has picked the coldest place he knows in America. He’s pretty sure they are somewhere in Wyoming or Montana, the only thing he can see are mountains all around them. Spruce and fir trees sprawl in dark patches contrasting with the stark white of the snow covering everything. He crosses the large glade to reach the tree line, as the helicopter takes off, sending the fresh snow flying in every direction. The sky is a light gray, and while the whole scene is stunning - makes his head spin with equal awe and wonder thinking about nature’s force and brutal beauty - it means there is no sun to warm his face. 

“Come on soldiers, let’s move, we still have a two-hour hike to reach our B&B!”

“You mean someone will be there to make us breakfast Captain?” Soap chimes, unbridled joy coming through his voice at the prospect of warm home-made meals instead of MREs.

Price has a hard time hiding a smile as he starts walking on the thin winding path, only recognisable for those who know it’s there. ”There will be someone, but I’m not sure they will cook for you, Sergeant.”

Ghost lets out a dry chuckle and follows the steps of their Captain, leaving Soap and Gaz a bit puzzled.

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The sun is already setting when you hear loud voices outside, and soon after a series of knocks on your door. You’re a little stressed when you rise from the floor in front of your fireplace to go open the door. You have agreed to shelter those 4 soldiers for 3 entire weeks only as a favor to Price. An old acquaintance who saved your life, a decade earlier, before you left the field to heal your wounds - body and mind. The large wood cabin had been your home for a few years already. You keep it open for women like you, in need of time away from the world, although it’s pretty rare they come during winter time when the road is blocked by snow. It’s an old building, but well-kept and you made it as cozy as possible, all warm natural tones, plush carpets on dark wood floors, dark gray stones in the bathrooms. 

You welcome them with a soft smile, delighting in their surprise - seems like John had not told them he planned on using your cottage as a back-up base for this training expedition. John’s team members are not really what you expected: there is one Scott with a mohawk that seems simultaneously annoyed and happy to be there (he has terrific blue eyes), a young and calm brown-haired Brit (he’s really cute, like movie-star cute), and a behemoth with a literal skull mask (his size alone has your head spinning). You can’t complain about them though, as they are polite and friendly, praising your home - and for sure taking in the comfort and warmth one last time before heading off for days of rudimental camping in the icy woods. You don’t envy them, remembering that one mission you did in Siberia when you were still in active duty, that wasn’t really fun. They settle in their rooms easily and you all share a quick dinner you had cooked - except for the masked giant. The banter goes fast between them, especially after you offer them beers. You like being alone, but you have to admit they are fun to be around.

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The living room is silent and dark, the only light coming from the fireplace across your couch. After dinner, you had trouble finding sleep in your room, so you went to read a bit in front of the fire. But you must have dozed off, because you wake up suddenly, gasping, arms flailing, sitting up immediately. Your frantic eyes, wide open, scan the room for the reason of your awakening, survival instinct going overdrive. Someone is standing in your living room, frozen in place on their way to the front door. It’s the behemoth with the skull mask - the scariest of them all, of course.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” he apologizes. In the darkness of the room, it looks like his jaw is not even moving beneath the dark fabric covering the lower half of his face, like the sound just pours out of him or like he’s speaking directly inside your head. He might actually, you’re not entirely convinced the giant is not some sort of supernatural being John brought back from a cursed battlefield. It’s unnerving to say the least. 

“I’m sorry, it- it happens sometimes, I can’t help it, my instinct thought you were a threat…” you blurt out before realizing you may have offended him in some way by implying he’s not worthy of your trust. But instead of scoffing, he lets out a thoughtful hum, lowering his head to look at his boots, almost sheepish. 

“Don’t. Don’t apologize.” His voice is low, calm, and at the same time you can feel something else, sadness, maybe disappointment, in what or who, you’re not sure.

“Care for a smoke?” he offers after a beat of silence, nodding to the front door. You don’t smoke anymore, cut the nasty habit years ago. That’s why you don’t know what compels you to accept, but you’re not gonna be able to sleep now, so you follow him outside, grabbing your coat on the way. 

You half expect him to smoke through the mask, but he pushes the fabric up enough to reveal a strong jaw covered in light stubble, and plush lips. So he’s human after all. The slick and heavy storm lighter looks ridiculously small in his giant hand when he lights his cigarette. He takes a deep puff before handing it to you.

“Sorry, last one.”

Your fingers graze his, and you bring it to your lips to drag a small puff that immediately makes you cough.

“You ok?” he rasps, humor tilting the corner of his mouth upwards.

“Yeah, it’s been a while, that’s all” you provide. He hums in approval at your explanation. 

When you hand him the cigarette, you take a moment to look at his mouth, the way his throat works when he inhales, the way the silver smoke dances between his open lips and fades into the night sky. Something warms your gut when you realize his lips are set just where yours had been a few seconds ago. 

You don’t know what’s more attractive, this or the fact he doesn’t try to make conversation for the sake of it. He doesn’t bother to explain why he couldn’t sleep and felt the need to smoke at 3 in the morning. He knows you understand. You are just glad to bask in the soft noises of nature at night - wind in the threes, the hooting of an owl. Fuck, you’ve been alone up there for too long to thirst on John’s colleagues just like this, just a few hours after their arrival. You shake your head, driving out the thought, and take the cigarette again from his fingers.

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The next morning, you wake up pretty early after a short night, only to find one of them - the pretty one, Gaz - is already fixing coffee in your kitchen like he belongs there. You honestly could get used to this. The thin long sleeves of his shirt are doing nothing to conceal the muscles underneath, rolling as he’s going about this mundane task of preparing breakfast. His kind eyes and soft voice when he asks for your choice of eggs makes your heart flutter with a yearning for this kind of intimate domesticity you had never really allowed yourself up until then. It’s kinda concerning, at this rate you’re gonna ask one - all? - of them to stay with you in your cottage instead of going back to whatever missions at the other end of the world. 

The rest of the day is not making you change your mind. Price had asked if anything needed their help around the house, and you gave them the tedious task of moving the gigantic pile of wood logs stocked at the other end of your garden closer to the house. It would have taken you days to do it by yourself. But by lunch time, the pile had dwindled to a fifth of what it was thanks to the hard work of the four men. The two younger ones were down to their long-sleeve compression shirts despite the cold, sleeves rolled up their elbows, showing off strong forearms, various scars slashing across the discreet swirls of black ink from old tattoos. Some disappear under the black gloves they are all sporting. Sweat plasters the fabric of their shirts to their shoulders and chests. You can’t deny they look fucking good. 

You had accepted Price’s demand without much after-thought, but now you couldn’t be more happy about it, ogling those four rugged men laboring away for you. Despite being older than his men, Price is far from looking bad. He’s built like a brick house, a healthy layer of fat covering muscles he’s been honing for two decades. Dark hair peaks from the open collar of his jacket, your eyes follow the line of the thin garment which is hugging his tapered waist, down to his thick thighs. Fuck. You remember what it was like to be close to him - literally and figuratively. He was your colleague, an equal, a couple years older than you but you shared the same rank. He was a mentor, a friend, a lover - only briefly, after that fateful mission where he saved your life on the field. You parted ways in good spirit after you announced that you wanted to retire, needed to get your head straight before committing to anything. Today, you ask yourself if maybe you could take this back from where you left it.

❄️

You want to train with us today, love? Just like old times.

Price had asked you the question the next morning and you had not been hard to convince. It was more about being able to look at them than to train your body, but they didn’t need to know that. Even if you keep a pretty healthy lifestyle, you can’t compete with elite soldiers, and by the fourth set of push-ups, your arms are giving out. You’re about to stop and reach for your water bottle, when Price notices. 

“Come on, you can do five more, I’m sure!”

You groan in response, but you go back in position.

“Breathe, love. Back a little more straight. Elbows in. That’s it… Good.” 

Price’s deep voice is calm as he’s encouraging you, gently correcting your posture.

“Don’t look down, chin up. Perfect, you’re doing good.” he goes on, and you cheeks warm under his praise, enough to make you forget the stinging cold. Your whole body is clenched with the effort, you’re letting out little cries with each push-up, your muscles are hurting, but you want nothing more than to make the captain proud.

“Just one more. Done! You did great darling, I’m impressed.” 

He helps you get up on shaking legs and when you almost stumble, he secures you upright against his chest, keeps you there for two seconds more than he should for it to not look intentional. When you raise your head, you’re suddenly so close to his face, blue eyes staring down at you with a glint in them you can’t ignore. You reluctantly part before reaching for your water bottle again, playing coy.

The three others are not oblivious to the little game between you and Price. You notice how they exchange knowing looks and little smiles whenever you both interact. Worst, they also seem to pick up on your love for being praised and soon enough they take every excuse to whisper how good your aim still is during target training, or how smart you are for knowing everything about the local fauna during your afternoon hike. It never sounds like they’re mocking you though, never feels like it’s not genuine. It’s not fair, really. At this rate, you don’t know how you’re gonna survive living under the same roof with four attractive men for three entire weeks. 

The answer to this torture of yours is revealed quickly. After a few days of acclimatization at your cottage, Price and his men are ready for a long expedition higher in the mountains, with just tents and even a short surviving-in-extreme-cold workshop. They will be gone for at least ten days. You watch them pack their gear and leave your place with a pinch in your heart you couldn’t expect when you first opened your door to them.

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Days go by, pretty uneventful, until your heating system breaks down. It’s not the first time since you’re leaving up there, it’s not that scary but you’ll have to wait a few days for the repair team to come by. In the meantime, you resort to live and sleep in your living room, where the fireplace provides enough heat to keep you warm in the heart of the winter.

They come back the day after that, and when you see their silhouettes emerging from the treeline, just before the sun sets down, you can’t prevent your lips to form a smile so big it hurts your cheeks after a couple minutes standing in the biting cold. 

The fondness in Price’s eyes is not dulled by the news your heater is out of order, nor is the relief on Soap’s and Gaz’s faces at the promise of a solid roof and comfy beds after days of rudimentary accommodations.

You all work to prepare some food, and to bring a couple mattresses with all the duvets you can find in front of the fireplace - the only sane solution for you all to sleep without suffering too much from the freezing temperatures. It reminds you of your years of service, when you sometimes had to share a single room with your whole squad - you’re not missing the stress and the harsh living conditions, but you’re definitely missing the camaraderie, the jokes and fits of laughter, the bodies of trusted people around you. 

They leave you the couch - gentlemen that they are - the objectively most comfortable option, but once again you can’t find sleep. The piece of furniture is the farthest away from the fire, and you’re on your own, no one next to you to share body heat with you. 

It’s only because I’m cold. That’s the poor excuse you give yourself - and the one you whisper to Price - when you step down from your couch to seek a place under the cover next to John. He’s sleeping next to Gaz; Soap and Ghost are sharing the other mattress. You slide yourself against him, immediately melting into his chest, the man radiating heat like it’s his only purpose in life. He doesn’t even have to ask you if it’s okay to hold you against him because you plaster yourself to him and nuzzle against his chest, old habits taking over your sleepy brain. A sense of safety and comfort envelopes you at the same time his warmth does. You forgot how good it felt to be in his embrace, to be tucked against his broad chest, surrounded by his smell - manly, ambery wood, and the rich spice of his cigars. 

He chuckles silently as you settle at his side and let out a little content sigh. He missed that too, he won’t say it out loud, but having you like this, soft and pliant in his arms, it makes him wonder how he could be such a fool for not seeking you sooner. He suddenly wants to kiss you, to make you feel good, here and now, no matter the fact his men are sleeping just a few inches from you. Should he care? He’s not blind to the fact you spend a good amount of time leering at them since they’re here, and to the fact they are watching you back. He can not ignore the shameless flirting going on between all of you five actually. John has never really been in a situation like this, doesn’t know where this will lead him - where this could lead them. But he’s ready to follow you. He takes a deep breath before he talks. 

“Just like old times?” He asks, voice low, chest vibrating with it under your palm. 

Just like old times… The words echo in your head, echo in your heart. He gives you the opportunity to lead him - to lead them - wherever you wish.

“Just like old times.” You repeat back to him, before you capture his lips in a gentle kiss.

PART 2

[brokenpieces-72]

Graves Circumstance

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TW: violence against reader, runaway reader, mentions of abuse let me know if I should include anything else

Graves was on the road, taking some long needed leave. He was tired and had some Shadows who needed some assistance and wanted some leave themselves. Graves was on the road from helping one of his boys with moving his family. The Shadow couldn’t pay for his help, but his wife made cookies, and honestly that was payment enough.

The dark road ahead and the cloudy sky above, it wasn’t perfect, but it was bad enough to make his way home. Surrounding him were trees and snow, thankfully no wind yet. He didn’t mind driving in the winter, the truck could take it.

As he continued driving he spotted a figure on the road, walking rather oddly. They were wrapped in a blanket, and it looked rather chilly, with their legs bare and barefooted. Their feet shuffled and stepped like an amateur on a balance beam. The next town wasn’t for a few miles yet. Wait were those cuts on their legs? As he got closer he slowed down somewhat. Once he passed them he checks his side mirror and practically slammed on the brakes.

Graves got out of his truck and the figure stopped, trembling and shivering.

“Hello?” He called. The figure didn’t move, stopped walking too. He kept his distance, and had a hand on his gun. “My name is Phillip Graves, do you need help?”

The figure turned their head, as if contemplating if they should flee back into the woods where god knows what could happen. Especially with the weather being this cold and the bandages over their eyes. Graves could see their feet are pale white and likely in a lot of pain if they weren’t already numb.

“A-are you a cop?” You asked.

“Uh…” Graves hesitation made you step back. “Not exactly. I’m military. I can get you somewhere safe though. Out here there will be more trouble.”

“…promise?” You asked.

“I’m gonna approach you, and take your hand. Get you into my truck and take you to a motel or a police station.”

“…do you promise?” You asked, fear in your voice, stepping back.

“I promise to help you. I’ll help you get somewhere safe, somewhere you can be taken care of, given proper clothes and medical help.” Graves explained. Something or someone did this to you. To make it even more sick you were left out in the middle of the freezing cold with just a thin blanket.

You shuffled towards where you heard his voice. Graves meets the gap, communicating his actions as he led you into the back seat of his truck. Before taking off though he warned you he was getting something from the back. He shut the door, went to the trunk to get some clothes for you out of his bag and then returned to the backseat. He opened the door and found you cowering in the corner. You cried out at the sound of the door opening.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. It’s okay!” Graves tells you. He explains that he got you clothes to put on, not wanting you to walk into a police station with only a blanket. Once again you asked him to promise, and he goes the extra mile to lead your flinching hand to feel the clothes. You were relieved and he gave you some privacy to get them on. If you needed a belt he could find one of his. The clothes would be oversized but it was what he had. You thanked him and got into the clothes while he waited outside.

Graves knocked to see if you were ready and he could come in. He doesn’t go straight to the front seat, instead he checks that your seat belt is on and your blanket is still around you. You were freezing, the blanket would keep hopefully reduce your shivering. Graves asks if he can check for any injuries. You hold out your arm, and he finds precise almost methodical scarring. When he tries to roll up the sleeve further you tense, and he stops. Doctors could help you.

“Alright, you ready to go?” He asked. You nodded. “Got any allergies?”

“N-no?” You answered. You can hear rustling, and he takes your hand placing something into your palm. It feels familiar in way.

“My employee’s wife makes some pretty good cookies. You look like you haven’t eaten much.” He said before shutting the door, and getting to front seat. The heat was turned up high as you pulled your feet up on to the seat. You were hesitant with the cookie, and Graves could see it in the rear view mirror. The main question in his mind: What happened to you?

Graves wasn’t expecting any of this. Hell he called up some of his boys to see if they could ask around about you, see if any missing persons reports came up anywhere. To add to the brighter side, the bandages could be removed from your eyes. They’d healed from whatever damage had been inflicted, and your sight was returned to you. You could see the damage done to you. You gave a long statement to the police but plenty of their questions were answered with “I’m not sure” or “I don’t know”.

The officers were patient, but without proper answers to give you felt overwhelmed. You felt like you were making it all up, like it was some insane nightmare. At one point the officer asking you questions, gave you a minute to process everything, cry it out until you got your answers straight. Graves had left to make the calls to his men. When he came back he went straight to finding the guy who made you have so much doubt. He didn’t hesitate to bark at the officer about it, requesting a different officer come fall to you, one that wasn’t running five 12 hour shifts in a row. You asked Graves if he could stay with you while answering the questions. Honestly Graves had planned to drop you off, make sure you gave your statement, give his own and then leave. Right now you didn’t look like you had a friend in the world. He wasn’t about to walk away.

Hearing everything you had gone through, he doesn’t blame you for memory gaps or difficulty getting the words out. The way you’d been treated made went beyond inhumane. Learning how you got the scars on your arms made his stomach churn. He was glad he’d found you when he did. Graves went an extra step and offered his hand to squeeze if you needed it.

By the end of the whole thing you got treated for any remaining wounds, received some new clothes, and are fed a proper meal. Graves only left a few times to make phone calls, trying to track down any relatives or friends that might have been looking for. He was empty handed.

When he came back in for the fifth time or so the desk officer explained to him that you had two options, stay in a motel or at the police station. Staying in a police station wouldn’t really be comfortable especially one in a small town like this. A motel would be more comfortable but you would need some protection. Graves got you by yourself for a short while to ask what you want. You preferred the motel. Could Graves stay with you?

Any other time Graves would probably have said no. It’s not his thing, if the cops can do it, let them. In this case, he didn’t want to let you stay on your own. Right now, you needed someone close by you could trust, because everytime someone passed behind you, your head would whip around to see who it was. You did double takes for every stranger that came within a five foot radius.

You and Graves are given the basics about the investigation. You would lead them to where you came from, try to retrace your steps and they’d get the dogs out to search. It wouldn’t be easy, but they would try. This of course would happen the next day, because you were still terrified, and didn’t want to go anywhere near where you had come from. Where ever that had been.

You had time to think about it, and you would need some basic amenities, maybe a nice shower or bath, some more food, and a proper night’s rest. Graves had a feeling the last item would have complications, but is willing to go with you into town while a motel room is arranged. You feel safer with Graves. You’ve been with him the longest so far, and you’d already put a lot of trust in him just getting into his truck while blind.

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[sentientgolfball]

if you’re still doing the cute lil sentence starters can we do: “Let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.”

for my beloved swiss alps (swiss/mountain)

WOE SWISSALPS BE UPON YOU

I need to write more of these two OUGH

The snow had stopped some time late, when not a single soul of the Ministry was awake save for the odd rodent. It left the land covered in a thick white blanket as far as the eye could see. The windows were frosted over, concealing the early winter morning from those who began to rise. The air in the abbey was frigid as Sibling and ghoul began their daily chores. The fire ghouls worked hard to shelter the ancient building from the bite of the cold. 

Deep in the ghoul den Swiss is wide awake. He normally stays in bed even after the first rays of the sun call to the little bit of fire in, but today he didn’t get woken from its light. Instead he was jostled from sleep when Mountain left the bed, mumbling something about duties when he pressed a kiss to Swiss’ forehead. He wasn’t fully conscious then, but now that he is he can’t close his eyes. 

He couldn’t even if he wanted to. If he had been more awake when Mountain left he would’ve stopped him. Winter leaves him drained, the frozen earth making it hard to hear his element. Yet Mountain continues to push himself. Swiss thought that by turning up his heat and curling close to his side he’d get Mountain to rest, but the snowstorm ruined his plans. Mountain would not rest until he was certain everything was handled. 

All Swiss can do now is go out there and bring him back. If Mountain won’t listen to his body then he’ll have to listen to Swiss. If he keeps pushing himself he’ll get sick, or worse. He doesn’t know what happens to an earth ghoul who refuses their hibernation and he doesn’t want to find out. He tries not to think about it as he fills a thermos with one of Mountain’s favorite blends of tea. Swiss gets himself bundled up before stepping out into the snowy world the Ministry has become. 

He tries the greenhouse first, assuming Mountain might be tending to some of the more versatile vegetation or pumping the place full of earth magick to keep things alive. He comes up short though, no Mountain in sight. No one in sight actually, not even a Sibling or another earth ghoul. He hums in disappointment before stepping back outside. 

“Alright big guy, where are you hiding?” He muses to himself as he scans the treeline. 

His eyes catch on prints in the snow. When he moves to investigate, he finds that they’d rather large hoof prints. They lead straight into the forest. 

“Bingo.” He smiles and begins to follow the trail. 

They lead him deep into the woods, thinning out every so often as the level of snow changes. He hopes maybe Mountain came out here to nest with Ivy in its den, maybe some weird earth ghoul bullshit calling out to him. He knows he’s wrong, but he can still hope. His only other hope is that Mountain isn’t passed out somewhere out here. Swiss may be strong but he’s not that strong. There’s no way he’d be able to get Mountain back to the Ministry. 

Thankfully it’s not long before he hears the rhythmic sound of someone chopping wood. He picks up his pace just a bit until Mountain finally comes into view. Despite the freezing temperatures, Mountain is sweating. His cheeks are flushed and every breath he takes results in large puffs of steam. He splits another log as Swiss calls out to him. 

“Glad to see you’re not dead!” He shouts as he walks over. 

“Why…would I be dead?” Mountain pants, tossing the two halves of wood onto a sizable pile. 

“Because, my love, you’re an idiot.” 

Before Mountain can even reply Swiss steps in front of him, extending the thermos out to him. Mountain hesitates before sighing and taking it from him. Swiss hums in satisfaction, wrapping his arms around Mountain’s shoulders and moving him to sit on a log. He must really be tired because he doesn’t protest, allowing himself to be guided. 

“Made it just for you. With that one rose blend you like.” Swiss crouches in front of Mountain, resting his hands on his thighs. His eyes shift from their normal black and white to orange and yellow as his fire comes to the surface. Mountain sighs appreciatively as the warmth bleeds through the layers of clothing. 

He uncaps the thermos, humming when the scent of the tea hits. He takes a long drink, practically chugging it. Swiss stares at him. Mountain would never drink so quickly, always going on about savoring the taste. When he finally pulls the container away, Swiss gets a good look at him. Past the flushed cheeks he looks pale. His eyes look sunken, dark lines carved under them. He’s exhausted. 

Swiss reaches out to take the thermos from him when Mountain extends it to him. He hisses when their hands brush against each other, “Momo your hands are ice. You need to take a break.” 

“Can’t. The fire ghouls need more wood for the abbey,” he mutters. 

“The fire ghouls aren’t gonna get any wood if you turn into a popsicle.” Swiss stands from his crouched position. 

He shoves his hands into his pockets before wrapping Mountain up in his arms, heat still radiating off of him. He feels him slump into it, muscles relaxing as he nuzzles his face against Swiss’ chest. He’s anxious to get Mountain back inside, maybe go to the bathing pools and lock the door. Let him soak in the hot water until he’s on the verge of sleep. Get him a hot meal and right back into their nest so he can rest. Even so, Swiss doesn’t rush him. He holds him like this until Mountain relents on his own. 

“I’ll let Ifrit know…” Mountain’s words are muffled where his face is still pressed against Swiss. 

He smiles and kisses the top of his head. He’s not going to say it outloud, but Swiss knows what he means. He’s just happy he doesn’t have to drag him back. 

“Let’s get going. I’ll make you that mushroom soup you like.” Swiss begins to pull away but Mountain tightens his grip. Swiss makes a questioning trill in the back of his throat. 

“Warm.” Is the only explanation Mountain supplies. 

Swiss just chuckles and presses another kiss to the top of his head, “Come on you overgrown caribou, I’ll let you wear my coat since you’re so cold.” 

Swiss shrugs off his canvas coat and drapes it over Mountain’s shoulders. He laces his hands with his, pulling him to his feet. They walk back to the abbey in comfortable silence. Swiss keeps his fire going the whole way, making sure his heart never freezes. 

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Bubble gum snow drop plzzzz ❤️❤️❤️🤡🔥🔥🔥

clown fuckers rise up !

Pairing: Buggy x Female Reader

WC: 2000

Prompt: “You’re obviously freezing. Just come here.” 

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*cough* *cough* *sputter* *cough*  

Your eyes snap open and see a cloudless late afternoon sky. You immediately lurch forward to purge the seawater from your lungs. You flip over on your hands and knees while choking out the rest of the water, you gasp and cough trying to catch your breath. 

It had all happened so fast. You were aboard Buggy’s ship to do some negotiations when a massive storm hit. Your serious discussion had been interrupted by violent shaking of the ship and sounds of wood breaking all around you. You both headed out to the deck to assess the situation and that was the last thing you remembered. 

You had seemingly been washed ashore on some small island near where the storm had hit. You finally catch your breath enough to look around. You see what seems like the shape of another human being washed along the shore about fifty yards away. You rub at the salt water stinging your eyes, to make sure you were really seeing another person laying on the beach. After you regain your full vision you realize that yes, yes there was someone laying on the sand, someone with bright blue hair… and someone who certainly wasn’t moving. 

Instinctively you start to sprint towards the body on the beach as fast as you can. Upon arrival, you see Buggy’s body laying face down in the wet sand with no signs of life. 

“Shit…” You huff out. His stupid chop-chop fruit. He probably couldn’t push the salt water out of his lungs like you did. You flip him over onto his back and quickly move to straddle his waist. 

“Come on…” You press your hands onto his chest and push down with your whole body. You continue to pull back and push down in a frantic manner, trying to get him to cough up the sea water. 

“Don’t die, you fucking asshole!” You give one especially hard thrust to Buggy’s chest and his hands fly up to your waist as he begins coughing violently. You hop up to hover above him as he expels the water from his lungs and catches his breath. 

“Y/n?” Buggy looks up at you, confused. 

“Yes?” You question. 

“YOU’RE God?!?!” He shrieks out and his eyes widen. 

“Oh my GOD.” You roll your eyes. “I’m not god you fucking moron, you aren’t dead. Not yet at least.” You pick yourself up off the sand. “It’s getting dark, we can’t look for the rest of the crew until the sun’s back up. We need to find somewhere to shelter for the night.” 

Buggy groans and rolls around dramatically on the sand. 

“This is ridiculous! I’m stuck here with you? Here I thought you’d be in and out of my office with your Berries and I’d never have to deal with you again. Now we’re bunking up in the wilderness?” “Excuse me, circus act? I just saved your fucking life, dickhead. And if you’d like to continue living that life, I’d follow me.” You turn tail and start to walk towards the rock formation in the center of the island. Buggy looks around and sees that you are clearly his only hope at surviving this ordeal, so he scrambles to his feet and follows you. 

Eventually you come across a cave deep enough to shelter yourselves from any enemies or predators for the night. You order Buggy to gather some sticks and logs to put a fire together. You dig your cigarette lighter out of your pants pocket and pray to whatever gods that would listen for it to still be functional. Luck was on your side and the lighter flickered to life in your hand. You light the firewood carefully and watched over the growing flame for several minutes. 

Once the fire was lit, you and Buggy brought yourselves close to the flames so that you could finally feel some warmth in your damp clothes. The night had grown pitch black and you were feeling the aches and pains of being washed ashore catching up with you. 

“I’m going to try to sleep. You should get some rest too.” You crawl over to a corner of the cave and curl up on your side against the rock wall. 

“Right.” Buggy chooses a spot opposite the cave and lays down on his back. He throws his large coat over his body like a blanket. 

Several minutes go by and your body was wracked with a chill that wouldn’t go away. Being stuck in wet clothes all day and the ache in your bones was causing you to shake violently. You rub your sides trying to create more warmth with friction when you hear a sigh from across the cave. 

“You’re obviously freezing. Just come here.” Buggy gruffly announces. 

“What?” You question through chattering teeth. 

“You and I both know how body heat works. Do I have to spell this out for you, princess? Just get over here.” 

You weigh your options. You could go cuddle up to Buggy the Clown or you could freeze to death in a damp corner of a cave. You crawl over to Buggy. He lifts up his coat and beckons you to join him underneath it. You shuffle your body into his under the coat and you already begin to feel warmer. Buggy wraps his arm around you when he felt your shivering shoulders against his chest. 

Although it was significantly warmer in Buggy’s arms, you still couldn’t help but shake from the cold. 

“We should take our clothes off.” You hear from the man behind you. You snap your head in his direction. “Excuse me?!”

“Oh relax, don’t get too excited. Our clothes are still damp, we’re not going to warm up like this. We’ll freeze and catch a cold…. And I do not do well with nasal congestion.” Buggy sits up and starts stripping himself of his wet clothing before you could protest. 

“Jeez can you at least give me a second to look away before you pull your dick out?” You close your eyes instinctively. You unfortunately realize how right the clown was. There was no way you’d warm up if you stayed in your clothes. You sigh and slip your shirt over your head and shuffle your pants down your legs. You cross your legs and move your arms to cover your breasts and pull the makeshift blanket back over you. 

Finally out of your wet garments and with a warm body holding you close, you were able to relax. You release a deep exhale and close your eyes to try and get some sleep. Right as you were about to drift off, you feel something hard twitch against your backside. Your eyes shoot open. 

“Is your dick hard right now?!” You snap at him. “We almost died, you old pervert! How can you be hard?”

“I understand that, y/n!” Buggy hisses out at you, grinding his cock further into your body. You didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose or if he just couldn’t help it. “Regardless of what happened earlier, there is a hot naked girl laying next to me. I’m still a man, y/n.” The way he growled into your ear, your body began to betray you…

You sighed at the feeling of his needy body dry humping you. You pressed your ass further into him and Buggy groaned lowly. He moves his hand from its place on your stomach up to grip your breast. He gropes it harshly, using it almost as an anchor to pull your body back into his. 

Buggy gives your breast a particularly rough squeeze and you involuntarily moan out loudly. You slap your hand over your mouth. You hear the man behind you chuckle. 

“You’re wet right now, aren’t you, y/n?” Buggy whispers in your ear. “Does this turn you on, y/n? You like when I play with your tits like that?” 

Your cunt pulsed at his filthy words. You couldn’t come up with a response other than a whimper. The hand that was groping your breast suddenly released it to pull your right leg up and over his hip, effectively spreading your legs open for him. 

“I bet if I touched this sweet little pussy, she’d be soaking wet. Should I see if I’m right, y/n?” Without waiting for a response from you, Buggy detaches his other hand from wherever it was and slips it between your legs. He uses his middle and first fingers to slip effortlessly through your slick folds. You gasp as he lets his fingers linger on your clit and applies a bit of pressure. 

“Looks like I’m right! You’re all hot now too, what do you say we warm up a bit faster hmm?” Buggy purrs in your ear as he dips his two fingers shallowly in your hole, teasing you before coming back up to rub at your clit, spreading copious amounts of your slick around your throbbing sex. 

“We really shouldn’t, B-buggy… oh!" He pushes his digits into your entrance again and you yelp out. 

“Come on baby, let me stick it in you. It’ll feel good…” Buggy continues pumping his fingers in and out of you, working you up further. “Feel how wet you are?” Buggy dramatically squelches his fingers in your dripping cunt and you clench at the noise and the feeling. “It’d be a shame to let this go to waste… don’t you want to cum? I’ll make you cum on my cock, just let me put it in…” 

How could someone be so hot while simultaneously begging you to let him take you? You were desperate for release so you relented to the clown’s pleas. 

“Yes, fuck me.” You breath out. Buggy pulls his fingers out of you and his leaking cock was already prodding at your hole. You don’t know how did it so fast, it was almost like a magic trick. 

You were so wet that your walls welcomed Buggy’s cock easily. You both groan and gasp as he makes his first experimental thrusts into you. 

“Shit baby, you’re so tight! If I had known you had such a nice pussy I would have bent you over the desk in my office earlier!” Buggy hikes your leg higher in his hand in order to penetrate you even deeper. 

“Right there!” You huff out and throw your head back against Buggy’s shoulder. 

“Here, baby? Does that feel good?” Buggy continues to thrust his cock into you, tip brushing against that sensitive spot with each pass through your slick walls. He nips at your ear as you melt further into his body. He brings his hand that was holding your thigh down to push on your lower tummy. 

“B-buggy… fuck…” The sensation of his cock sliding through your sensitive insides was heightened by his hand on your stomach. “I-I… I think I’m gonna cum… fuck!” Before you finish your sentence the pressure in your abdomen releases and you orgasm violently on your clown lover. 

“There it is, good girl…” Buggy speeds up his thrusts into your still spasming pussy. “Squeezing me so tight, fuck I’m gonna cum too, shit…” 

You feel Buggy grip the soft skin of your tummy and pull your body impossibly closer to his as he spills his thick seed deep inside you. You felt rope after rope of hot liquid fill you to the brim and spill out around his member at your entrance… must have been awhile for him… 

Buggy’s breath was hot and ragged on your neck and you feel his nose nuzzle your spine. 

“So… you still cold?” Buggy asks. 

“I think I’ll be okay now, thanks.” You laugh and cuddle your body into his front even closer. “You’re still inside me, you know.” 

“I know… can we sleep like this? Please? You’re so warm…” 

You roll your eyes. 

“Fine,” You respond. “But if people come looking for us and find us like this in the morning, you’re a dead clown.” 

“Worth it.” Buggy yawns and quickly begins snoring behind you. Finally being comfortably warm, you too drift off to sleep. 

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xx Mo 

[sqpphos]

could you do an au of where Sejanus lives instead of dies but finds out coryo betrayed him (his only true friend betrayed him and left him heartbroken/extremely hurt) so he goes home and seeks comfort from burning that photo of him and snow (kind of inspired by the song burn from Hamilton) but he burns the photo and then sobs his poor heart out?

for my pretty boy sej <3 changed it up a bit to an x reader but they don’t have an important role, just some comfort for my boy bc he really needs it :(

this is very VERY messy and probably has a lot of typos because i literally wrote this at 5 am oops

the woods are hauntingly quiet, nothing but the sounds of fallen tree branches cracking under your feet and sejanus’ shallow breaths fill your ears.

“it’s just up here, lucy-gray said it would be.” he nods at you, holding your hand tight as you lead him on.

your heart breaks as you take a quick glance at him; sejanus’ eyes are puffy and red, his lips are swollen, and his cheeks are wet. he had been crying the whole trek over to the small cabin lucy had told you about. her voice rang in your head, “somewhere safe to hide.”

you never thought you would actually take up the offer. you never thought you’d have to flee from your home, leaving all you’ve ever known from district 12 behind. you never believed you would have been in this position.

not until coriolanus snow came into your life.

there wasn’t even a second to process what he had done or say your goodbyes before you were scrambling to pack your things, running away with sejanus before you’d be caught and never looking back.

coriolanus had the strength to betray his friend. he did not care for the danger he was puttinh sejanus in, or the fact that his best friend’s life would be on the line. for that you’d loathe him for eternity.

“there it is!” you softly call out as the wooden structure of the cabin comes into sight.

sejanus is silent the entire time, and it’s beginning to scare you. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so broken, and you wish to never see it again.

he sits on the bed in the cabin, fidgeting with something in his hands. for the first time that night, he speaks up: “i need some air.”

it almost startles you. his voice is hoarse, nothing like the gentle, soft-spoken one you know and have etched into your brain. you don’t like it. sejanus walks out of the cabin before you could even respond.

he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he doesn’t know what he’s thinking. sejanus glances at the picture in his hand, and it rips up a new tear in his heart. he feels sick looking at the blonde boy in photo. there’s no hesitation in his movements as he lights it on fire, allowing the flame to crackle and eat away at the film.

sejanus’ shoulders shake as he cries, each sob tearing his chest apart. his throat burns as if he had just taken a drink at the hob, and his fingers are beginning to ache from the heat. sejanus watched as his only physical memory left of his one and only friend disappeared, letting the ashes fall and move with the wind.

coriolanus snow was dead to him.

your head perked up as sejanus walked back into the cabin, following his figure with your eyes as he took a seat next to you on the bed. he laid his head on your shoulder, dampening the sleeve of your shirt with the remaining tears that lingered on his face.

the two of you sit in silence. all you can think of is your future; a life away from district 12, away from panem, away from everything.

“you should rest, sej. we have to continue north when the sun comes up.”

it’s terrifying, but you have no choice.

[ofmermaidstories]

i’ve gotten back into playing my switch with a lethal combo of stardew valley/animal crossing: new horizons again and i must admit… i’m digging my nails into my palms to stop myself from starting a stardew valley AU lmao. and like! in the past i’ve threatened to do a new horizons AU, but that’s specifically because I like the whimsy of the setup—moving to a new location that is it’s own little world, independent of any outside influence, where all your relationships come from your neighbours. a tiny little idealistic land for you and you alone, that’s filled with strange and wonderful things (the ghoul in the sewers, for stardew. the ghost that wanders around your island at night, for new horizons. there’s falling stars and mermaid shows and sly little salesmen who sell stolen art and things you can build for yourself, or trade for with pearls or batwings or seashells). i just!!! isn’t that the appeal of both of these games? that you don’t have to sit at a computer (ironically) day after day, or scrub out the walk-in freezer that hasn’t malfunctioned and is now defrosting, or serve assholes that last used their manners when their mothers still wiped their mouths after eating. instead you do things like… shake trees for fruit. grow flowers. grow vegetables. chop trees for wood, dig up stones. you get some cows for milk. you craft things and sell them. you catch bugs. you go down into the mines where you’re startled by walking skeletons or little slimes. sometimes you still deal with assholes, i guess—but they grow to love you. you banish the Big Bad Supermarket from town. You buy weird one-off items from the only store-keepers on the island. there are night markets and open-air concerts and celebrations of a new community centre, a new bridge.

i’ve been merging the sdv/ac:nh examples because at the heart of it, what i think i want out of a AU like this is the escapism of being uprooted, and settling down somewhere enclosed, that has everything—and everyone—you need. sunshine and rain and lightning and the ocean, snow, green things and smooth wood underneath your hands and the tiny threat of something darker (a witch’s hut where you can turn children into doves, abandoned mines full of monsters, mossy skeletons abandoned amid patches of flowers)—but ultimately, the promise of magic. just beyond the farm’s fences. washing up on the shore in the blue-green dawn. hidden in a wizard’s tower on the outskirts of town. flitting about and waiting for the only person who can see it: you, you, you.

[shslbunnylover]

★★★𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 11: 𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣)★★★

Character: Alcina Dimitrescu

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/a

Genre: Fluff

A/n: I never liked this song, so here's my spin on it <3

Word count: 1.1k

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You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you tried to open the main exit of the castle despite knowing that it was blocked by snow. Continuing to pull the handle, you fell back, your ass hitting the cold marble floor and electing a grunt from you.

"Damn it-" You grumbled, dusting off your uniform as you stood up. "It's not even budging," You sighed, placing your bag on the floor as you texted your friends an apology.

"Hm?" Alcina looked up from her book, her golden eyes following you from her sight in the living room where she sat with the rest of her daughters, who were all doing their separate activities. "Bela, go check up on them," She ordered, watching her oldest daughter run up to you to interrogate.

"Y/n?" Bela tapped you on the shoulder, looking down at you with curiosity. "What's wrong?"

"Oh- Miss Bela, it's nothing. I'm just unable to get out, I think we're snowed in," You smiled.

Alcina, who was overhearing the conversation, stood up swiftly and made her way to you.

"Is that so?" Her Romanian accent filled your ears as you felt the light around you be blocked out by her large figure. "Did you have somewhere you needed to be?"

You laughed nervously, nodding.

"Yes, I did. I informed my friends I was stuck though," You spoke, tilting your head up to look at the maiden. "I can find a hotel if you wouldn't mind me escaping out a window?"

The older woman furrowed her eyebrows, licking her lips slowly as if she was looking as if she was observing her next dinner.

"No," She spoke loudly, causing a shiver to go straight down your spine. "You will stay right here, in your quarters. I'm not allowing you to stay in a place of unfamiliarity for the holidays,"

You blushed softly, waving your hands in front of you.

"Please My Lady, I'll be alright!" You attempted to assure her, only to be met with more refusal.

"Absolutely not. It is freezing outside, and even though you may be human, I'm not letting you get frozen out there," The golden-eyed woman commanded, extending her claws to tap the floor below her. "You will stay right here,"

You whimpered, not wanting to defy her.

"Yes, My Lady, I'll return to my room," You nodded, picking up your bag and walking out toward the hallway where your room resided.

Once you had finally left, Alcina turned to Bela.

"Bela, make them some hot cocoa and invite them out here," She spoke.

"Mom, you're the one in love with them, you have to make the moves," The blonde squeezed her mother's hand before returning to her book in the living room.

You weren't sure why your room was bigger than the other maids, but you didn't mind the extra space. Your room was beautifully decorated, illuminated with golden candles, and dressed in a Roman Gothic style.

The walls had been lined with intricate wall hangings that were a mix of red and black, with golden flourishes at the corners. The curtains had been thick and dark crimson velvet, the floors had been mahogany and well polished until they shone. A large bed dominated the room, with two heavy dark wood tables and desks on either side, lined with books and scrolls. Across from the bed had been a large desk, the same dark wood as the tables. A large desk lamp had been sat on the desk, with a large mirror leaning against the wall nearby.

A sudden knock came from the door, pausing your movements of putting away your belongings.

"Y/n?" Alcina's voice said, slightly muffled by the large door blocking you two.

"Oh! My Lady, please come in!" You replied, smiling as the vampire made her presence apparent in your room.

"Would you like to come and sit with me? I'd hate for you to be alone," The black-haired lady smiled.

You paused, was the woman you loved inviting you to be with her?

"O-Of course," You chuckled nervously, your tone way too breathy and lovesick for your liking.

"Good, meet me out there in 30,"

After you had returned your belongings to your room, you exited out towards the living room. The walls of the room had been lined with darkly stained panels, painted in a warm, deep shade of red, and decorated with intricate golden details. The floor was mahogany, polished until it shone, even in the dim light of the candles that decorated the center of the room. Across the way, a long table was covered in a rich and expensive velvet couch, and a pair of armchairs. A heavy wooden shelf was mounted on the rear wall, lined with darkly tinted glass bottles, and filled with rare and expensive wines.

"My Lady?" You asked Alcina, slightly startling her.

"Oh! Y/n, Draga Mea, please sit," Alcina gestured to the empty spot next to her.

You nodded, sitting down next to her as you pulled up a book she had recommended to you a couple of months ago.

"Ah, I see you're finally reading it," The vampire smiled, wrapping her arm around your waist and pulling you against her, leaving you red-faced.

"Yes, I've been meaning to," You replied, flipping a page.

Alcina remained silent, watching your every move with her sharp golden eyes with a pink tint forming on her otherwise pale skin.

You felt safe around the lady, you felt as if all your worries were gone, and you felt...warm. You weren't sure how to say it, but something inside you said that you didn't need to, and that she already knew.

"Merry Christmas Draga Mea," The vampire squeezed your side.

"Merry Christmas My lady," You smiled.

"You know I have a surprise for you,"

"What is it?" You asked, eyes falling mainly to your feet as you were to embarrassed to look anywhere else.

Alcina pulled you in for a soft and sweet kiss, her hands finding their way to your cheeks.

"I love you," Alcina confessed with a soft and weak smile, a chuckle escaping her lips as you blush.

"My Lady...I love you too," You replied with a breathy and shaky voice, looking up at her in both shock and love.

"Alcina," She corrected you,

"Huh?"

"Call me Alcina," The taller woman pecked you softly on your lips. "After all, if we love each other that much, we should be on a first-name basis. Right?"

You nodded, laying your head on her shoulder as she hoisted you up on her lap.

Maybe being stuck in a castle for the holidays wasn't so bad after all...

...

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Mesotherm

They’d never been in the snow before. They knew what it felt like in their hands, cold and dusty and wet. They had been given snowballs to throw in the past, at least, by those who’d explored further than they had. But Pix had never ventured into icy lands themselves. The cold winds blowing off the mountain peaks and frozen lakes they’d passed before made them feel strange and sluggish. But they were curious, oh so curious, about what it was like to walk through snow, to be surrounded by it, and eventually, that wonder had won.

They regretted it now. They regretted everything about it. This cave was their only refuge and they couldn’t move and they were cold. They were cold. 

They had brought plenty of food, bundles of salmon and chicken and bread. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was the cold. The issue was the snow. The issue was that as the sun rose they barely made it to where the spruce trees went out of sight, and as it set, its warmth hid, and they were cold and they were slow and they couldn’t move and they couldn’t think. Not well, anyhow, not enough.

They curled closer to the meager campfire, inch by inch, minute by minute. If they didn’t know it would burn them, somewhere where they could still understand things, they would’ve crawled right into the flames. The wind still tore at their face so gently. They’d blocked up the cave entrance with the stone they’d brought for tools - as much as they could, anyhow. Once the sun was gone they needed a fire; they needed a fire and they were too sluggish for stone stacking. So instead they’d honey-slow stacked sticks and wood and coal and tried and tried to light it and finally they had. 

It was still too cold. They were still too slow. Their leather blocked too much fire but they couldn’t get their fingers to undo the laces, and they weren’t even sure if they wanted it off or needed it off or needed it on or wanted it on. They just wanted the snow to stop blowing through the cave door gap. They wanted the fire to be bigger. They wanted to stop being so tired and so slow and so alone, too.

Could they do that? Make the fire bigger? They’d run out of logs, but they still had some sticks and saplings. They didn’t like burning saplings, but the sun was still gone and they needed fire. They shouldn’t have come here. They reached for their pack. It took their arm too far from the fire, for far too long. They pushed themself to do it anyway. No one else could. One birch sapling went on the fire. Two sticks. Their arm fell to the cave floor; that would have to be enough. They were tired. They were so tired. So slow.

They wanted sun. They wanted home. An ember crackled against their face, and it was hotter than even fire should have been, and they didn’t want it to go away.

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A mesotherm (from Greek μέσος mesos "intermediate" and thermē "heat") is a type of animal with a thermoregulatory strategy intermediate to cold-blooded ectotherms and warm-blooded endotherms. (Wikipedia)

This takes place well before the main events of @for-quill-with-love but I wanted to play with Pix not being fully warm-blooded. They can and do produce heat via metabolism, but... well. Not enough for cold weather survival :D

No post references, given its place on the timeline, though I guess technically the last post references this one?

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It had been a long hard day for the boy known as Travis Phelps but it was about to get worse. He was walking back to his house after school that day with his shoes soaked in rain water leftover from the previous night. His hair felt sweaty , his hands dry , and his teeth ached. Slowly overtime the sun began to fall as he walked and the air became less humid as he walked. Walking past the apartments where Larry , Sal , Todd , and Ash live he could see ash sneaking out of her room through her window and Larry chanting something… must be fun he thought quietly to himself.

He arrived home eventually around 5pm since he walked rather slow today he could hear his parents bickering at each other her about something..

“ WHY DO YOU ALWAYS ACT LIKE THIS WHENEVER I SAY ANYTHING “ he could hear his mother yelling at his father.

“ You can’t tell me how to do my money if you don’t make the money you’re meant to be cleaning anyways.” His dad said coldly…

Ah yes the old money problem the family church recently hasn’t been getting as many donations to keep it open and so now things are falling apart because his father doesn’t want to take advice from a woman even if it would help he just wants things to stay his way.

He went to his room and began to work on homework for a while mainly English since an essay was due the next morning…date..? What’s the date.. he thinks as he goes to check on the calendar. December 4th okay.. as he writes it down on his essay.

Can’t focus I just can’t FOCUS…!! I think to myself as I hear my parents argue.

Slowly I grab a backpack I had laying around with no purpose and grab a few pairs of clothes folding them for maximized space and putting them in my bag.

Slowly I move not to make a sound to grab my jacket and carefully slip on my off white beaten up sneakers with a few stains of all kinds from grass to blood,,

I carefully pack a map of the city nockfell in the side pocket of my bag incase I get lost carefully making sure I have everything I would like and need I quickly slip out of my window onto the roof…

Now how do I get down? I think to myself… I slowly climb down the exterior walls of my home.

Finally at the ground and almost out.

As soon as I realize im good to proceed I ran I ran vigorously through the woods near my home tripping over a tree branch scraping my knee but proceeding to run even after the minor injury.

I ran at a speed where I had to grip my bag so the high winds along with how fast I was paced wouldn’t make me lose it hearing my footsteps crunch the leaves beneath me as it’s winter.

There were a few minor pieces of snow from yesterday on the ground and in the trees but other than that there wasn’t much cold just the cold in the air that makes your lungs burn to run and the freezing of my fingernails slowly turning purple and cold to the touch.

My blond hair slowly drifting in the wind I realized it was getting dark along with cold as to which I needed to seek shelter..

I figured the treehouse behind the apartment complex wouldn’t be too horrible even if it belongs to that rebel Larry Johnson… I hate his face… but I persisted and began to walk in the direction needed.

As I arrived to the treehouse I slowly climbed the creaky ladder getting a splinter into my hand ouch.. I’ll deal with that later though.

First tossing my bag up into the treehouse and lifting myself into it afterwards finally I have at least somewhere.

I took a long deep breath of relief i was exhausted torn and worn opening a can of spaghettio’s for dinner I forgot a spoon so I had to drink it but it satisfied my hunger for the moment..

Grabbing an extra jacket I packed and an extra pair of pants I used the pants as a pillow beneath me and my extra jacket as a blanket to keep warm in this December weather.. slowly it made its way to midnight as I drifted to sleep wondering what I’ll be awoken to and maybe if my father is worried too… that’s a story for another day as I yawn closing my eyes for the night…

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the sea around us; chapter twenty-four

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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John B and I run into the woods together, with no real plan on where to go now that we just saw what we did. Rafe was going to shoot her. Ward did shoot her. Where do we even go from here?

We run out into a street, not even looking at our surroundings. I'm assuming John B has the same tunnel vision I do right now, because we immediately get hit by a car. We both fly up over the hood, onto either side of the car. Once I hit the ground is when I feel the pain, though. My ankle feels like it's on fire. I try to get up as the man driving opens his door. "John B!" I shout as the man helps me up.

"Are you okay? Whose blood is that?" He asks and I look down, noticing I'm almost entirely covered in Sheriff Peterkin's blood just as John B grabs me from him.

"Snowy? We gotta go- we gotta go." John B says, and I scream at the pain in my foot as I try to take a step with him.

"We're fine, sir." John B says, wrapping his arm around my waist and helping me walk into the woods on the other side of the street as fast as we can.

"I know- I know, you're okay. You're gonna be fine." John B rambles to me as the man continues shouting at us, offering to call someone.

"It's broken, my foot is broken." I cry, holding onto John B as we stumble through the trees.

"No! No, you're okay, Snow. We just need to get to.. uh, somewhere. We'll get somewhere safe and everything will be fine." John B insists.

I try to keep my screams of agony to a minimum as we keep walking, John B practically carrying me even though he's limping slightly himself. We look up through the leaves when we hear a plane flying overhead. It's the Cameron's. Of course, we've lost the gold for real.

We eventually make it to a clearing with an open garage, and decide we can hide in there until we can contact our friends. We sneak around the corner, and John B helps me sit down against the wall, keeping my foot from moving.

"You're okay- here, stay still..." John B whispers, standing back up to look around.

"John B!" I hear someone gasp, and people running over.

"Are you okay? Hey, is this yours?" I hear JJ ask our friend, referring to the blood on his hands as I close my eyes and lean my head back against the wall.

"Shit- Snowy!" I hear Kie say, and JJ is quickly at my side, grabbing at my shirt. "Are you shot? Hey, are you shot?" He asks again and I shake my head.

"It's Peterkin's." John B says to the group, making everyone look over at him.

"What? What happened to Peterkin?" Kie asks, and then we hear more sirens and everyone ducks as some police cruisers tear past us on the road.

"Ward shot her." I say, looking up at my friends. "Ward shot her, and we were trying to save her but he was going to shoot us too so we ran."

"And then we got hit by a car." John B adds. "I'm pretty sure her ankle is broken. We need to get her to a hospital."

"No, no way." Pope chimes in, shaking his head. "I'm usually the first to say we need to do the safe thing, but something tells me you guys need to lay low- I have a bad feeling about this." I nod a little bit at that in agreement.

"No, we need to go to the police, like right now and tell them what happened." John B protests.

"Okay.. okay, I'll run home and get my car, and we can camp out in there, take John B to the police station, and then we can get Snowy to the hospital." Kie suggests.

"Okay, yes. Good idea." JJ agrees, standing up again with everyone. "We'll stay here, you and Pope go get the car."

The two of them nod and run off, and the three of us left hide behind some of the scrap in the garage while we wait for them to come back.

It's about fifteen minutes before Kie's car pulls up, but by now it's dark. The boys help me up and into the back seat, and we get to the police station as fast as we can.

"This is a bad idea, man, never trust the cops." JJ says as John B climbs out of the car.

"I need to tell them what happened." John B insists, closing the door behind him and walking up to the door. The rest of us sit in silence.

"I think Rafe was going to shoot her if I didn't practically tackle him." I say, needing to get that off my chest. Everyone turns to look at me.

"He was going to kill a cop?" Kie asks, a look of disgust crossing her face.

I nod slightly. "Maybe! I mean, I don't know... it was his gun. He brought it. I think he was just panicking, you know?"

"Jesus Christ, Snowy." JJ sighs, fixing his hair. "That's what happens when you sleep with a Kook I guess, I don't know what they do over here."

"JJ..." I groan, leaning my head back against the seat. "You should see how his dad treats him, it's horrible. There's something going on with him, like, mentally, and his dad not giving a shit stacked with a drug problem equals out to be pretty much what you'd expect. He just needs help."

"And that's you? You really think you're helping him?" Kie raises her eyebrow at me.

"I don't know! That's what he told me, I don't want to ignore that." I say frustratedly. "Will you guys please just stop shitting on my boyfriend for one day?"

"Sure- but it won't be the day he tries to kill a cop. Or either of the days his dad tried to shoot you. And don't forget the days his friends beat the shit out of us." Pope says sarcastically.

"Okay, yeah, I get it. He's not a bad person, you guys just don't know him like I do. So many people hate us because of what we do and how we live but like... you guys can't see that he also deserves a chance?"

JJ scoffs. "Right, yeah, what Rafe Cameron needs is another chance."

"JJ, I know you're not talking right now- you've told us more than once about times you've thought about killing your dad. About how you held a gun to his head while he was asleep! And I'm not judging you for that- I seriously don't, I get it. I just think you and Rafe are more alike then you're willing to admit."

"Fuck off, Snowy-" JJ responds, going to continue when he's interrupted by yelling coming from the station. We see John B sprinting towards us, shouting at Kie to start the car while he jumps in.

"Go! Go! Start it!" John B yells as a few officers run towards us from the station, and Kie fumbles to start the car again.

"I'm trying!" She says, locking to doors so the officers can't open it from the outside and we finally get moving.

We're all panicking and talking at once as the officers are yelling at us to stop and open the doors.

"Open it!" I shout at John B, who looks at me confused as I gesture for him to knock the female officer off with the door.

"Oh!" He says, turning and shoving the door open, pushing the woman off and closing it again as we drive away.

"Holy shit, John B, what did you do?" Kie asks him, still panicking as we speed away.

"Ward- he said we killed her." He explains breathlessly. Of course Ward would blame us.

"Why would we kill her? That doesn't even make sense! Oh my god, what are we going to do?" I ask, beginning to hyperventilate at this point.

John B just shakes his head.

"Oh yeah, real great family you're getting yourself into Snow!" JJ says, clearly making fun of me. "Framing you for fucking murder. Gotcha."

I groan frustratedly and decide not to say anything. No one is in the place to listen to me anyways.

Our best move is to camp out in the car in the woods, where no one can see us. We just need to buy more time to figure out how we can tell the truth and get everyone to actually believe us.

Bright and early, once the sun rises, we decided to take the ferry and get off the island instead. We're waiting in a line in the car, and I'm laying down in the back seat next to John B, trying to get some more sleep out of view from the windows.

"What is taking so long?" Pope asks, tapping on the steering wheel frustratedly.

Just then, Kie gets back in the car and I can hear paper crinkling in her hands. "Okay, so bad news. They closed the ferry so no one can leave the island. And, you guys are wanted." She says, passing the paper back to JJ as I open my eyes.

"What's that?" I ask, as JJ looks between us and the poster in his hand.

"This is a nice framer of you guys. Really captures Snowy's hair nicely I think." JJ jokes as John B reaches over and snatches it from him. We look at the poster, and I notice they used a picture of Rafe and I at Midsummers that I had on my instagram, but he is cropped out. I wonder if he has seen this. I sigh and close my eyes again.

"We've got to figure out another way to get out of here." JJ says.

"Maybe The Pogue?" I suggest and everyone shakes their head.

"It's at the chateau..." John B replies.

"Hm.. yeah let me think- yeah. Cops have definitely got that place locked down right now."

"Okay, well, any other ideas?" I ask. "Pope?" He's usually the smart one.

"I'm thinking! Give me a second." He says, rubbing his eyes. "Okay, okay, JJ, your dad still have that cigarette boat? The one he used to race with... The Phantom?" Pope turns in his seat to look at the boy sitting behind him.

"Yeah, I think so." JJ nods. "I don't know where the keys are though."

"Hey, Kie? Your car is on this." John B interrupts, just as I notice that as well.

"Come on, move!" Pope says, honking the horn now. Typically when we smoke we don't get angry, but Pope is a big fan of "keeping the signal clear" and he doesn't usually join us. Last night, after blowing his interview and seeing John B almost get killed, he changed his pace and decided now was as good a time as any to try weed. I guess under this much stress I'd be irritable too.

"Woah, hey, someone's spotted us we gotta go!" Kie says as John B covers both of our faces with his sweater and a man bangs on the window, and I can hear him fighting with a kid over who saw us first.

We jolt forward as Pope slams on the gas, hitting the car in front of us. We're all screaming as we peel out onto the road, speeding away.

"Pope, man, careful!" JJ says.

"My parents are going to kill me." Kie whines, covering her eyes.

Once we're out of the immediate area, Pope slams on the brakes. "John B, Snowy, get out." He says, looking back at us.

"He's right- we'll draw the cops, you run."

"I can't run guys I can't." I say, sitting up and shaking my head.

"Okay- okay, John B, you go, we'll figure out how to hide Snowy and meet you out at the dump at three tomorrow with the boat." JJ says as John B climbs out. "Dump at three!" He adds to make sure his friend heard as he runs into the woods.

We drive away quickly as I watch John B out the window.

We find a place to hide the car, and walk over to the Wreck, JJ practically carrying me the whole way. Kie let's us in and we settle on sitting under the window, so anyone looking in can't see us.

"Can I borrow someone's phone?" I ask and JJ hands me his.

"Who are you calling?" Kie asks, but I ignore her. I don't want to fight about this right now.

I hold it up to my ear as I wait for Rafe to answer.

"Hello?" He answers, sounding frustrated and stressed.

"Hi." I say quietly.

"Snowy- oh my god, are you okay? Where are you?"

"We're camped out at The Wreck, please don't tell anyone. And I'm alive but my ankle is broken because I got hit by a stupid car and now I'm wanted for murder and I just don't know what to do." I say, feeling tears fill my eyes.

"I know, I know baby I just-" Rafe sighs. He sounds both sad and frustrated. "I'm doing everything I can, okay? I'm not going to let them come after you."

"They already are, I saw the poster." I sniffle.

"Okay, yeah, it's okay. I'm going to the station right now and I'm going to tell them you didn't do anything, okay? Then I'll come get you and we'll get you to the hospital."

"You're going to tell the truth, right?" I ask and he doesn't reply for a moment. This is when I know he can hear me crying through the phone.

"Listen, okay, listen I talked to my dad, we can tell them you didn't do anything. I'm going to tell them you're innocent, okay?"

"What about John B?" I ask, and I'm met with silence again. "Rafe..."

"Snowy I... I don't have a choice. He saved me, he saved us. I have to listen to my dad."

"But-"

"No!" He shouts out of nowhere. "I'm going out of my way to help you but I can't help your friend."

"Rafe, you're better than this." I tell him honestly.

"I'm going to get you out of this. I promise. I'll see you soon." He says, and then he hangs up.

I lean my head back against the wall, holding the phone back out to JJ.

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A/N; we're coming up so quick on s2 omg

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Honesty - Joel Miller

joel miller x f!reader

After working with eachother for nearly five years Joel begins to open up

Warnings: ten years before the events of tlou but reader and Joel have only known eachother for five years, age gap(reader is 29 and joel is 46), typical canon violence, angst, comfort. sweet joel miller. no direct feelings are confessed but its implied

"Jesus- fucking- Christ." Joel grunted as he pushed the now-dead runner off of him and into the snow

"Get up, we have to go." Y/n said as she continued to move along through the forest

"You almost killed me." Joel complained as he caught up to the woman

"No, that infected almost killed you, I killed the infected, which saved you." She explained, simply shrugging, as if it was nothing

"The bullet went through its head and into the ground, an inch from my face." He exclaimed

"Yeah well you're still here aren't you?" She smiled back at him

Before Joel could respond, a gun went off, somewhere behind them.

The pair looked at eachother, and in a moment where they felt like they read eachothers minds they both took off, towards their destination.

Their destination in question was a small ghost town, less than a mile from where they were currently at, a place where you could hole up, in case of any trouble.

"We're gonna find y'all! No reason to run!" The manic voice rang out, through the woods

"Shit, Joel, the snow, our foot prints." Y/n reminded him

"Through here." He pointed to a grove of trees that had leaves so thick that the snow barely fell through "It's a longer route but we'll get there." He reassured

It would only take about five more minutes than the other route but if they moved fast enough they could cut that in half.

On their way to the town, three more shots rang out into the woods, each sounding closer and closer.

"Hold on a second." Y/n stopped as the put her hand on a tree to catch her breath

"I thought I was the old one?" Joel found a way to make a sarcastic comment "Cmon now, we gotta go."

"Okay, Okay, I'm coming." She began following him once again, trying to keep up with the man in front of her they were now on the outskirts of town

"I can hear you!" The manic voice started up again, sounding closer than ever

The voice came from complete silence, scaring Y/n causing her to trip uo as she looked back to see if the man was close.

"Shit!" She exclaimed as she immediately felt the pain in her ankle

"Damnnit y/n." Joel grumbled as he turned back to help her "Can you stand?"

"Joel, it hurts." She groaned

Joel sighed as he scooped her up, holding her head to his chest. "You're lucky you're useful." He remarked

What he meant was: You're lucky I like you enough to not leave you behind."

"Act like we ain't been friends for damn near five years." She chucked against his chest

"Friends?" He asked

"Co-workers, acquaintances. Whatever you want." She dismissed

"Cmon, we're almost there." Joel sighed as he led them behind an old butcher shop and began to open up the cellar to get inside their hide out.

They'd had to hide there before, when they got stuck in a pinch, hiding from both living humans and the infected, one time or another.

Joel jumped down first, it wasnt a bad jump, just four feet, but if y/n jumped down there with her ankle, they would be spending longer in there than needed

"Cmon, I got you." He said as he raised his arms to catch her

"I got it." She began to climb to the edge

"Stop bein' stubborn, you're gonna hurt yourself." He grumbled

Y/n let her legs hang over the edge before she jumped down, letting him catch her. His hands landed on her waist, immediately slowing her fall, and her feet lightly hit the ground.

His hands squeezed at he waist, as if to say "I told you so" before he said anything he let her lean against the wall so he could close them in.

"Damn it's dark in here." Y/n said as she waited for Joel to light the small lamp in the corner, soon after, he did.

"Come on now, lets get this elevated." he said as he walked her to the back room in the dinky basement

There was a bed and a small side table in there, and in the main room there was a couch, a shelf of board games, along with a shelf of canned food, courtesy of you and Joel.

The pair had assumed that whoever owned this butcher shop had some free time on their hands, with all the board games and what not.

Joel set y/n down on the bed, letting her rest for a second before he pulled one of the pillows down the put under her foot "Keep that up." He pointed to her ankle as he backed out of the room

Y/n nodded, leaning down to pull the boots off of her feet and took the sock off of her hurt ankle

She then sighed letting her head fall against the other pillow.

Sleep came to her fast than expected, but it felt as soon as she fell asleep she was woken up by the cellar doors slamming shut.

"Y/n? Here I got this for ya." Joel came in as he held out some medical wrap, a bottle of water, little white pills, and some romance novel he found on the shelf at the pharmacy he "borrowed" from.

"You left?" She questioned as he sat down next to her foot, beginning to open the package

"I came back, didn't I?" He shrugged as he pushed the bottom hem of her jeans up

"You're right." She sighed, not in the particular mood to argue

"I know I am." He scoffed, continuing what he was doing

There was a long moment of silence as he wrapped Y/n's ankle.

"Here, take this." Joel hamded her the water and the little white pills

"What is it?" She asked, examining the littpe pills in her palm

"Painkiller, should help you." He shrugged

Y/n downed the pills, better that than nothing.

"You okay?" He asked, trying to get her to make eye contact

"Embarrassed, but could be worse." She shrugged

" 'M sorry bout your ankle." He sighed

"Don't worry about it, it was my fault." She replied

Joel leaned foward "I worry, okay? It's just bad luck I guess."

"Better luck than some people." She smiled, hoping he knew what she meant

"You always know what to say, huh?" Joel scoffed, smiling down

"I think I'm just making up this shit as I go along." Y/n shook her head at the thought

There was a small second of silence, of just them, only them.

Y/n decided to break the silence "Y'know I feel like I don't really know anything about you, Joel."

Joel's smile dropped "What do y-" He stopped to clear his voice "-wanna know?"

"Anything you're willing to tell me." She explained as he began to awkwardly look around the room to avaiod eye contact

"What's there to know? Everything we've ever known is long gone, trust me, you know a lot about me than most people." Joel grumbled as he stood up from the bed, knowing she wouldn't follow him because of her ankle

"But-"

"Quit it, you need to rest, we'll talk later." He ended with closing the door to the room, though she could still see the shadow of his boots at the bottom of the door, she watched for a second as he stood there.

As he stood there he was debating going back in, instead, from the other side of the door he says, "You've met Tommy, my brother." Before continuing, he sighs "I have- had. I had a daughter, before all this."

Y/n heart sank, she felt like she'd pushed him too far.

"Her name-" He paused, not sure if he should keep going, or to let it go "Her name was Sarah."

She could hear the pain in his voice as every memory flooded back to him.

"And she was everything to me." And that was the end of that, y/n watched as Joel's boots got farther away from the door

Y/n grabbed the book Joel picked up for her, flipping to the first chapter, she wasn't tired, and there was nothing else to do.

Time began to pass as she advanced in the book, she heard Joel snoring, and then Joel stop snoring, assuming he had woken back up.

Y/n pulled the blanket from her body, swinging her legs overso she was now sitting on theedge of the bed. "Here goes nothing." She scoffed to herself as she pushed up from off the bed.

The pain had mainly subsided, thanks to Joel's painkillers but it was still tender as she limped to the door, dragging it open.

The door opening gained Joel's attention as he strained his head to look back at her "What're you doin' up?"

"Got tired of bein' alone." She shrugged, making her way to the couch "Move your legs."

Joel pulled his legs back, adjusting himslef so he was sitting upright again, to let her sit down next to him

"Well you know I'm not much for company." He shook his head, setting the book he had gotten for himself down on the arm of the old couch

Y/n sighed looking into the older mans eyes "I'm sorry about earlier Joel, I didn't-"

"I know, I'm sorry too, I didn't mean to freak out on ya." He cut her off, saving her from trying to explain herself farther "You were honestly right, we don't really know much about eachother."

Y/n sighed again, knowing he was right. She still felt guilty for earlier, feeling like she now owed him.

"I had a kid too." She revealed

Shock came through Joel's body, "You had a kid?"

"He was only four when all of this started, we had made it to a FEDRA-run quarantine zone, I thought we would have been safe there. It was about a year in, when they kept making promises that were never ever being fulfilled." She paused, mainly to see if he was still listening, which he was, already nodding for her to go on.

"City was taken over by rebels, they all gathered everyone in the center of the city and began executing whoever they felt like deserved it, told the remaining to join or leave the safe-zone. It was like a stampede, Joel, I was so scared." Y/n's voice cracked as the first tear began to fall

"Oh darlin' come here." Joel held his arms open, letting her fall into them

"He was ripped from my arms," She continued, though now the tears couldn't be stopped, as a sob came from her

"I know, I know." He soothed, squeezing her around the waist with one hand and the other rubbing her back

"I was only fifteen when I had him." She sniffed, "He was all I had.'

"I had Sarah young too." Joel shared, holding y/n closer than ever

Joel started to imagine y/n's little boy, he imagined he looked just like her, hopefully getting all of her best features.

"The worst part is." Y/n began again, "I don't even know what happened to him."

Joel felt like sword had gone through to his heart, the thought of the unknown, not knowing whether or not he was alive must tear through her everyday. In that moment he realized she was stronger than he ever imagined, she had been carrying that weight with her, with absolutely nobody to help her through it.

"I like to think that he's still alive. you know?" She explained "But then again I don't think I'd want him to have to grow up in this world anyways."

Joel's arms felt like heaven to Y/n, the warmth he gave off, and the way he was trying his best to not squeeze her too tight.

"You trust me right?" Joel asked, deterring the subject

"Of course I do." Y/n answered

"Good, I trust you too."

Y/n felt the double meaning of the sentence, she felt that's the closest she'd ever get to Joel telling her that he loved her.

There was very few people either of them trusted anymore, the mutual feeling of trust settled into comfort, giving them a relaxed state of mind for the time being.

[mikamakuna]

Into the rabbit hole

summary: you have recently passed away and let's just say the after life isn't what you had I mined.

warnings: suggestive

not proof read

Noe one knows what happens after death. You didn't really care what happened to you after you had pasted. After all, in years to come your life will be insignificant so when you did pass you where just happy it was over and you could finally rest in peace at last.

Or so you thought....

When you woke up in the woods of a new world you were shocked. It seems like a strange dream.

After a few minutes of thinking you made your way to the city. Streets full of animals. All of them staring at you. Wonder what kinda of animal you are and why you don't have fur.

You decide to look for somewhere to go and hide. You make you way to an ally way. You look into a puddle, you hadn't got a good look at yourself in a while, you see a younger version of yourself. You screamed, now considering if it actually a nightmare.

As the day went by you just sat in the ally thinking about you situation. You noticed a lot of people passed wearing school uniforms, maybe you could find a place to stay at the school after all you did look seven teen.

You caught the eye of a cute bunny girl, she was much shorter than you and had a snow weight coat of fur. She seems harmless enough that you follow her. Well she didn't think you where harmless since she started speeding up, she kept gradually increasing pace before ending up sprinting into a school...

Cherryton Academy

You walk into the school, not the best idea walking into a school you don't go to and could easily get mistaken for someone trespassing but it could have been a lot worse.

You passed a lot of building before being apprehended by a student. he held you tight, not tight enough to cause pain just enough to stop you from moving. You screeched, horrified that you had just been tackled let alone by a wolf. Members of staff soon came to see what had happened after hearing your cry for help.

the wolf let go of you and then the staff questioned you. You explained the situation to them, they did give you some odd looks after being told that you are actually dead and from a different world, but non the less you where a child and needed education so they let you talk to the head master. They walked you to his office and you take a seat.

"Good evening, I am head master Hon. Welcome to Cherryton Academy. We can get you enrolled here eight away if you just tell us a little bit about yourself."

You took a moment to think "Well I'm y/n l/n, I'm seven teen and... human. We are omnivores by the way." You said nervously.

"Perfect, we are not quite sure how the offer student will react to you if I'm being honest. so for now we can give you a empty dorm room, we will need to take you measure for your uniform so we will escort you to the drama club, and to learn more about you species you need to go to the infirmary once a week. Speaking of we need to head there know as to examine you teeth and bmi to figure out what you are supposed to eat and how much."

He stood up and open the door waiting for you. The two of you walked through the empty halls before making it to the infirmary. You saw that little bunny again, she had her leg elevated. You felt bad, after all you did scare the poor thing making her have to run. She did recognise you lucky enough.

After they examined your teeth and took you bmi the principle took you outside. You remembered that you got tackled by that wolf here so you was on high alert.

You finally made it to the drama club, they were in the middle of rehearsal but everyone paused and just stared at you. Gon whispered something to a pelican, you couldn't quite make out what it was tho.

"Legoshi! Can you measure her please?" the pelican exclaimed

You just stood there waiting for this 'legoshi' they speak of.

I saw in the corner of your eye that same wolf from before. He slowly walked towards you, you balled up your fists trying not to scream. As he got closer and closer your anxiety only increased. once he was in a meters range, you let out shriek as you backed up. everyone look at you as if your crazy.

"Maybe you should let her come to you Legoshi" the principal suggested

You try to come pose yourself but end up freezing in place. After a few moments you take a large steep forward and now you are in arm length of this canine that towered over you. He slowly lifted his hand, you trembled as you reached out to touch his hand.

"Okay now, Legoshi take her to the back and measure her." the pelican remarked

Legoshi let go of your hand and opened a door in the back. You quite entered not to disturb the club any longer and Legoshi closed the door behind him.

The both of you just stood in silence before Legoshi rummaged around in a box and pulled out a tape measurer.

He cleared his throat "Well.. Umm, I can't get accurate measurements with you clothes on."

You blushed and covered you face.

Legoshi released hid mistake and his tail stood up on end, "My mistake! I meant to say please take off any baggy clothing..." He apologised his tail now wrapped around his leg and ears drooping to the side.

"Yeah, um sure." you nervously chuckled before taking off you hoodie.

He then proceeded to take you measure meets.

"If you don't mind me asking... What are yo- I mean what species are you?" he asked

"Well, I'm actually a human... Surprise!" you sighed

The two of you just stood there in silence as he finished measuring you. He then put back the tape measure, scribble something on a peice of paper and then left. You quickly followed behind him. The drama club did seem to care about your presents anymore.

Gon took you to the dorms and handed you a uniform and a time table.

"You start tomorrow at 7 am head to the canteen for breakfast." He said before giving you the keys and leaving.

You entered the door room and claimed a bed. You felt kinda lonely in such a larger and empty room, sitting in darkness and silence. eventually you just drifted off to sleep.

[starboardsquiggly]

Through the Logs and Snow

He slipped his hand up and unlocked the window, sliding down the brick wall into the alley.

Fresh bruises kissed his face. He had been crying since dinner, he’d never let the other know, it was a sign of weakness.

He lit his cigarette with shaking hands and bloody knuckles. The freeze was cold and deafening, he needed that compared to the shouting.

He didn’t know where he was going nor did he care. If he walked long enough maybe he would fall into the harbour, Zero sure wouldn’t miss him.

There was a flapping in the wind just outside the alley. He followed the paper noise to a icicle’d printing for an evening club called “Donna”. The most interesting part, he noted, was the lack of a woman in the illustration, in place were two men in a dance.

The address was across town.

He ducked his head and trudged out over the hills of snow.

——-

When he found the street music pumped the air. The momentary bliss of silence was broken by the noise of laughter and trumpets. It was a flapper club that encouraged same sex couples. Two men kissed together in a corner, two woman shared drinks at the bar. And Hercules. Hercules. Hercules!!

Zorran tucked himself behind a wall where a couple were making out beside him. “Do you mind?” He sneered, the couple rolled their eyes and moved to the bathroom.

If he saw him he’d use it against him, tell the Zeds, tell Captain Zero and Zero would shoot him for sneaking out and if he didn’t shoot he’d have Zak knaw him to death!!

Zorran peeked his head around the wall and watched as that damned Star captain called someone over from another table. Why did she look so familiar? They spoke and Hercules sudden looked perplexed. A handsome face scrunched in perplexity, he should report this national tragedy to the authorities. Or maybe…

Maybe he should just leave, he just wanted to have a drink and smoke in sober thoughts but he couldn’t do that when- when he was right there!

“Zorran?”

Fuck~~~!!

“Yes, hello… you?” That woman from before stood in front of him. He must know her from somewhere, she knew his name.

“Don’t recognize me, do you, deary?” She giggled, swished her dress around, the frills on the bottom flipping side to side. The noise made his spine tingle. The beauty mark on her cheek sparked his memory.

“Lillie.”

Her head cocked as she looked at him under her eyelashes. She raised a hand to his face, he recoiled. She was thinking louder than he would have liked. “Why don’t you come over to our table? Hercules would love to see you again, he talks about you all the time.”

Zorran laughed “And you’re sure it isn’t just to bitch about me and the z-stacks?”

“No.” Lillie promised, “he tells me about the times you had together. Happy things; The sneaking-off-to drink in the woods, kind of things.” She winked.

He scoffed.

“C’mon love.” He urged a blush down, one simple word and he was completely taken, it was shameful, his father would be ashamed.

“I promise-“ he realized she had begun to say something else. “If you like you can come and sit with us, I won’t force you and if you do come, you won’t be forced to stay. You’re free to come and go as you please.”

A comical frown overtook his mouth as he stared at her, looking for an alternative motive.

“Ugh fine. Pay for my drink and we have a deal.”

She squealed in delight grabbing his hand then stopped cold. She tugged him down. “I’m not an idiot darling, I know your daddy isn’t hard on cash. You can buy your own.”

When she pulled him towards the table Hercules was chatting with another woman. He had always spoke about being interesting in having two partners. Perhaps this was one and Lillie was another. Lillie and Hercules were not especially quite about their affair-. if only he could pull his hat down.

Lillie sat them down and per usual Hercules barely noticed him. He knew it! The brute didn’t care about anyone but himself! He should just leave already!

Hercules blinked thrice and excused himself from their conversation. His brows hovered over his glasses. Zorran then waved reluctantly. “Oh Hercules,” Lillie started. “I met him coming out of the bathroom, isn’t he such a handsome lad?”

Hercules coughed.

Zorran could have died.

But suddenly Hercules’ smile returned. It was that damned smile that had him in a chock hold since they met. “Nice to see you again darling.” He said.

He shook his out stretched hand. “Pssh, whatever.”

Once more Lillie repeated “What brings you around here?”

Absently Zorran hid the bruise forming on his cheek. “I’m not a child, I can go wherever I want. I just happened to find a flier.”

Before she could start, Hercules interrupted. “Donna Jet is a friend of mine from Europe. I’ve been coming here since this it opened.”

Was that around the same time you left me? “oh yeah? How do you find the time?”

Hercules held Lillie’s hand across the table. “Whenever I return to port I take Lillie out for a dance.” Zorrans brows furrowed.

“Well, how come yous ain’t up there now?”

Hercules laughed, “We have been sweetheart. She has so much energy I can barely keep up, plus, my knee has been acting up as of late, doctor says to stay off of it while I can, until the next ocean liner needs docking.”

Sweetheart, darling, dear, handsome. JERK was all Zorran could think

Was this some kind of joke? Were they torturing him for fun? Did Hercules even know how much those words meant to him? Did he even care to remember?

“Zorran?”

He stopped digging his nails into his arm.

“This was a mistake.” He stood. “I can’t do this again, not with you, not with Lillie.”

The brute stood too, he placed a hand on Zorran’s fist to stop him, but Lillie said he’d be free to go.

His heart thumped in his chest.

“Just wait a minute.” The motion made Zorran stomach sick. He pulled away, tripping on the bar stool behind him, the clash made other patrons stare. He ran for the entrance of the bar.

——-

The once silent streets of uptown Bigg City were loud, he’d only been running for a minute but his chest heaved so hard it hurt, he couldn’t breathe, the air smelled like oil.

All those happy memories were shrouded by a black smoke. Their first kiss, the secret hand holding, the sharing of his deepest darkest secrets. It was just a fantasy now and it meant nothing to him, he saw that, he left and found someone new. How could he betray him like that? How could Zorran be so stupid to let someone like him close to his heart?

A warbled voice amidst the dawning panic called his name. Where was he? What street was this? He leaned against something hard to catch his breath, it left pieces of bark in his hair. The lumber yard was illuminated only by lamps that casted large blue shadows over the snow.

He’d heard what happened to Sunshine in the river. He’d wish the fire would kill him now.

“Zorran!”

He held his breath.

“Zorran I’m sorry. It wasn’t suppose to turn out this way!” The voice roared over the wind. “You were suppose to go with me! It was suppose to be our new life…”

Hercules-

“I left because I wanted to protect the ones I love, I wanted to protect you.” He chocked. “I knew I needed to do better to be better then the life that Zero promised. Because that life is nothing but hurt, darling.” He sighed, “but now I see I’ve hurt you and I don’t think I can live with myself.”

Zorran stepped out. Hercules mirrored him, frozen miles away between the log stacks. “Stop doing this.” He clenched his chest in a fist. “You want to pretend your this big seaward hero, but your just a coward. I mean who- who,” he laughed “who leaves someone in the worst position of their lives and proclaims their want to protect them? You’re mental! You gave me the best moments of my life, and just as I started to think this ‘thing’ could be something more then just a fling you leave. You don’t even give a reason and your gone for people who you think are better then me! Better then us - you didn’t even really give me a thought, did you, It was all a joke on me!

“Is that all I was to you?.” His voice faded. “A goddamn joke?”

The snow melted into the knees of his pants were he had fallen, his body wracked with sobs. The air around him had once again stilled but the river and the man who now fell in front of him.

A gentle pair of callused hands lifted his head. “Zorran, I…”

“Zorran when people see an opportunity they-

“Zorran we should…”

Hercules took a shallow breath. “Zorran I’m sorry.” Was all he could muster.

“Damn right you are.”

“You’re the one good thing that’s come out of any of this. I never meant to leave you the way I did, I just… I had no other choice, I was so scared.”

He couldn’t believe this, the great skipper Hercules, scared, this was another one of his fucking jokes, he could be lying, don’t listen, don’t listen, don’t listen to it, you idiot.

“I want to protect you again.”

Hercules let go to Zorran’s dismay, when he looked, the dumb man had his arms outstretched.

Zorran puffed accepting the man’s offer. They were both kneeling on the snow in the dead of winter in a lumber yard and Hercules was warm against the cold,

How poetic.

“We should talk, m’dear.” He rubbed the small of his back.

“Yeah… I think we should.”

An automobile screeched to a hault in-front of the gate to the yard, Lillie popped her head out of the passenger window. “My silly boys! Get in before you catch a cold!”

Hercules helped him to his feet. He was shivering, his grip tightened.

“And just to be clear darling, if Zero ever touched you again, I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Fine by me dimwit.”

[anthropictales]

Turns out, the Voice is not a toy.

"OI, SHUT YER GOB!" the imperial called out, glaring back at the stranger. The stranger narrowed their eyes. "I have one word for you, fashy boy." they said, then their mouth moved, but Ralof didn't hear it.

[]

Ralof's ears rang, his head felt full of wool, the world faded in and out.

He gingerly pulled his bound hands up, flicking his fingers clumsily and muzzily hissing out the words to the basic Heal everyone learned as kids.

It took him two tries before he finally got the words out well enough that the warm, sunny light of healing swept from his hands into his head, closing his eardrums, ever so slowly pulling the blood back and stabilizing his brain in his skull.

He sat up. the cart was in pieces, and in the distance he heard screaming horses, and Ulfric was carefully cutting his bonds on a piece of shrapnel.

The horse thief was dragging himself to his feet, hands also pulsing with healing light and shaking his head.

Ulfric was only now bringing his free hands and the shard of cart timber to the gag, sawing it off carefully. He frowned, confused.

Ralof found the stranger. they were knelt in the verge of the wooded track, staring at a body.

the cart driver. it wasn't a pretty sight.

The stranger looked pale, and the smell told him they had been violently sick.

Signs of spellshock. he walked up to them.

They stared, silently at the body. he rested a hand gently on their shoulder.

"First time you've killed someone?" he murmured gently.

they nodded.

"Deep breaths. it was him or us, you know that, yes?" they nodded once. emphatically.

"Good. he'd not have had the same courtesy." Ralof said. he glanced back. Ulfric was already cutting the horse thief loose.

"Right now, though, we have to get moving. the imperials will be back, with reinforcements." he said.

"And I must ask, where did you learn the Voice?" Ulfric asked, walking up to them.

the kid laughed. "I was certain just saying the word wouldn't work but... I can feel it. now I know what to look for." they said, voice shaky.

"Like your mind is made of snow, and the words like stones, sunk deep." Ulfric said. "There is a reason none who know the Voice use it save at need. Did you study with the greybeards?" he asked.

"Oh G... by the Nine, that is one hell of a story." they shakily stood. "You all have the phrase, 'extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof'?" they turned and faced Ulfric.

"Or words to that effect." Ulfric rumbled.

"We need to get to somewhere we can see Helgen. I'll tell you the whole story, once I have some kind of proof." they said.