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thespiritssaidso · 2 months ago

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Nature Hike (And Definitely Nothing Else)

Summary: Shawn and Lassiter go on an innocent — romantic — hike in the woods. There’s definitely no ulterior motives from Shawn, nope not at all.

(Alright, MAYBE there’s evidence hidden there, and MAYBE Shawn needs Lassiter there to witness him finding it using his psychic powers.)

Notes: had lots of fun writing this one! Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did <3

Flufftober day 5: Acorn, Chestnut, Pine cone

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“Any particular reason you decided that going on a hike would be a good idea, Shawn?”

“What? No! No, it’s- I thought it’d be a good way to bond together. You know, like a couple. Doing couple things.”

Shawn watched as Lassiter wiped the sweat off his brow, only to be instantly replaced by more sweat. “Oh, of course. Because this is so romantic.”

Currently, the two were indeed hiking on a marked trail in the woods. The sun shone through what little cracks were made in the ceiling of leaves above. The atmosphere had a warm tint to it, as though someone had put a yellow lense over Shawn’s eyes. The breeze was gentle, ruffling the foliage every now and then. The air was rich with the smell of nature.

Shawn was doing fine, maybe a little out of breath, but otherwise marched along without a problem. He was using a hiking stick he’d borrowed (read: stole) from his dad to make the trek a bit easier.

Lassiter, on the other hand, was panting, not used to walking for this long on uneven ground. Sure, he could run after a perp and catch them just fine. But endurance? That was a field he struggled in. Well, not enough to be considered a problem, per se. Just enough so that hiking more than a mile would exhaust him.

As for why Shawn really brought them out here? Well, it was true that he wanted some bonding time with his boyfriend. He just had… some more plans behind their date than he was letting on.

See, just yesterday a man by the name Adam Williams had turned up dead, found in his apartment by the landlord. Slash marks covered him from head to toe, as though someone had gone full Caeser on him. It was brutal, and Gus had to excuse himself from the autopsy room.

Two things stood out to Shawn when they examined the body. Dirt under Adam’s fingernails, and the faintest tan mark on his left ring finger.

At first, Shawn assumed the dude was a gardener. But then he quickly realized that he’d have to be the worst gardener ever if he didn’t wear gloves while he tended to his plants. He also knew the gardener angle was a dumb idea the moment someone else who definitely wasn’t Lassie (Shawn loved his boyfriend, but the man had his moments) had suggested it.

A quick trip to the apartment told Shawn that he was right. The place was pristine, save for the puddle of blood oozing into the carpet where Adam had been found. Puddle, singular. No sprays that could have been made by slash marks. Which meant that the crime hadn’t taken place there. And of course when they went down to examine the footage, the tapes were all corrupted. Which also meant that they had an actual murder mystery on their hands.

Not long after the news had gotten out about Adam’s death, a separate family came to the police to report a missing person. A woman by the name of Alison Williams, AKA Adam’s wife.

Which was what brought Shawn here, on this trail. The dirt under Adam’s nails must have meant he was outdoors a lot, if it hadn’t meant he was a gardener. One quick internet search and a phone call later, Shawn found that Adam and Alison frequented a trail just a mile away from their apartment complex.

The very same trail that he and Lassiter were currently hiking.

Obviously Lassiter didn’t know about any of this. Shawn wished he could tell him, but he had a reputation to keep up, even if it meant lying to his boyfriend’s face.

The sound of rocks sliding against dirt caught Shawn’s ear, along with a ‘Dammit!’ From Lassiter.

He turned around just in time to catch the detective before he could completely lose his balance and fall. “Woah! You good, babe?”

Lassiter only huffed, rebalancing himself and brushing off imaginary dust. “I’ll be a lot better when we finally go back home.”

Shawn laughed at his negative answer. “Oh come on, Carly! It’s not that bad!”

“Shawn, I almost fell. I think this was a mistake-”

“No no no no! It’s fun! We’re bonding!” He couldn’t turn back now! There was evidence out here, he could sense it.

“Really? Because so far I have yet to hear you hold a conversation with me while we hike.”

That was true. Shawn hadn’t really been talking much, something very uncharacteristic of him. He’d been too busy paying attention to his surroundings, trying to find maybe a glimmer of a gold wedding band, one matching the width of Adam’s finger. The chances of actually seeing it were low, but he had to at least try.

Shawn thought of a lie on the spot. Not a good one, but it didn’t really have to be. “Okay, you got me. I’ve been identifying all the different trees here. Gotta refresh my memory, make sure I don’t forget any of them.” A task that was impossible for him. He remembered everything.

“Oh. Well then, point some of them out. Maybe you could teach me something.” Lassiter grinned, and Shawn saw that he was being tested. Well, two could play at that game.

He faltered, but only for a second. “Well, uhm. That one, over there, that’s an acorn tree.”

“Oh?” Lassiter took a step closer to Shawn.

“Yeah, and that one is… chestnut.” Something in Lassiter’s eyes, in his body language, made Shawn not stop him. He knew that look all too well. That look he got whenever Shawn was being an idiot. Many, many past experiences told him it was not a negative thing. He took a step closer to Lassiter as well.

“Is it now?” Lassiter wasn’t even looking at where Shawn had pointed — a tree that definitely wasn’t chestnut.

“And… pine cone.” They were very close now, only a few inches apart. Shawn could smell the rich cologne Lassiter wore. The slight angle of the trail made it so Shawn was just high enough he was looking down at his boyfriend.

“Mh, close enough.” And Lassiter went to close the gap between them.

Shawn made to do so as well, but was stopped by a small glimmer of something shiny. Something off the trail, at an angle that Shawn would have missed had he never looked that way.

He tilted his head to the left to peak over Lassiter’s shoulders, getting a better look.

Lassiter, who though Shawn had just moved out of the way for no reason, furrowed his brows. “What? What is it?”

Shawn brought a hand up — one that wasn’t using the walking stick — to his temple and wiggled his fingers. “Ooo, my psychic senses are buzzing like crazy, Carlytown.”

Lassiter deflated, and Shawn felt bad for ruining the moment. “Really?”

Ignoring the guilt growing in his chest as he pushed past his boyfriend, Shawn carefully tread to where he saw the glimmer.

Soon he was right on top of it. Crouching down, he sifted the leaves around until it was completely uncovered. It was a necklace, with a fine gold chain and a small heart shaped locket pendant. Shawn grabbed it and stood back up, facing Lassiter with the necklace held up high.

Lassiter looked at it incredulously. “How the hell did you find that?”

“My uber awesome psychic prowess, obviously.” Shawn turned the locket over in his hands and ran a thumbnail down the small crack to try and pry it open.

He couldn’t see it, but Shawn knew Lassiter had rolled his eyes. “Great. So there’s a locket. What’s so important about it?”

The moment he said that, it popped open, and the two were looking at a picture of a very familiar face. Two of them, in fact. “I’m pretty sure that answers your question, Carly.” He presented the photo inside to Lassiter.

“That’s- that’s Allison. And Adam. What’s this doing down here? Why is it on the same trail… we’re on…” A look of realization came over him. “Wait a minute. Shawn, did you…”

As Lassiter’s sentence trailed off, Shawn caved. “Okay, I may have already had a small- very small vision earlier, and I saw this necklace here on this trail.”

“So, this wasn’t a romantic bonding experience?”

“No! No, god no Carly. I’d never do that to you. Yes, this was so we could both find the evidence. But it was also so we could have some time alone. Really alone, no prospect of absolutely anyone intruding on our time together.”

Shawn could see Lassiter melting. “Well, alright. But you do realize this means we have to cut this short and take the necklace to the station, right?”

“Wellll, we don’t have to…”

“Shawn.”

“Not right now, at least-”

“Shawn.”

“Okay fine.”

This time, Shawn saw Lassiter’s eye roll. “Come on, it was about time we headed back anyway.” And before Shawn could make another move, the detective grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him into a short kiss. He pulled away, expression nonchalant. “We’ll continue this later.”

Shawn, with a big dopey grin on his face, just nodded and followed Lassiter.

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#shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #Shassie #psych #psych 2006 #psychusa #psych usa #psych tv show #psych tv #psych show #fluff #psych fic #psych fanfic #psych fanfiction #toast tries to write #flufftober2024

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umichenginabroad · 8 months ago

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Bring on the Blue Mountains! (Week 9)

After returning from Tasmania, it was time for me to recharge again before my family came to town. This meant some more local traveling, as well as catching up on sleep! On Tuesday, once my photography class ended in Paddington, I took to the streets to find a new route to explore which led me to Rushcutters Bay Park along the water just a bit east of the Opera House. The park and nearby pier reemphasized my love for the Sydney coast.

Not pictured: dozens of dogs playing in the field.

More than the incredible beaches and vast ocean, the coast is full of the greenest parks and forests, houses climbing up rolling hills, and people. People exercising, playing with their dogs, picnicking like there’s no tomorrow, or just enjoying the beautiful weather. Even at night, the cityscape illuminates the water and makes Darling Harbour the perfect place to take a seat and catch up with friends.

Darling Harbour at night!

Along Coogee Bay Rd, the central road of Coogee beach, I finally got to try a Vietnamese food stop which always has the longest lines in the area and runs out of food before the sun sets. The chicken banh mi I got instantly became my favorite local meal and I got it again only a few days later.

My week ended with a hostel group trip to the Blue Mountains just about 2 hours from Sydney. Known for their vast canyons and incredibly diverse greenery, the Blue Mountains are a popular site for both locals and tourists as they’re full of hikes and unmatched sites. In fact, the most popular hike which we took is called the Grand Canyon trail which takes you to Australia’s own Grand Canyon! I can’t say it compares to the one in Arizona, but it sure makes a mouth drop. The several mile hike winds down into the valley where you’re immersed in a rocky rainforest before taking you uphill to a much drier walk full of completely different flora. The hike exemplified Australia’s endlessly diverse landscape as well as the easy access to nature from the city.

^ The start of the Grand Canyon hiking trail.

^ The Grand Canyon! It sure is greener than the one in Arizona, but can you also spot the blueish mist? They are called the Blue Mountains, after all!

^ The squad!

The trip to the Blue Mountains did expose a harsh reality of day trips - the logistics of getting there and back. Tired of taking public transport everywhere, my friends wanted to try Uber Carshare which lets you borrow someone’s car for hours/days at a time without going through the hassle of renting. The problem was that the car we booked was a 40-minute transport away anyway, and didn’t cut down the travel time compared to the train at all. And when it came to returning the car, we spent 20 minutes trying to parallel park it into the exact same spot we got it from despite the fact that the car simply did not fit into the spot. We then realized that the Uber app had a different drop-off location specified which prompted us to try again at this new location, but to no avail. Between the one-way roads and cones in our path, we couldn’t even reach the parking spot and had to park as close as we could manage. Then, as Shaunak went to take pictures of the car to submit to the app as proof of good condition, his phone died! At that point, we suggested the others go home and the two of us set off to find a USB-C charger. Adamant that we didn’t need to go home or find a store where we could buy one (there were none in the vicinity), I led us to a nearby student accommodation apartment building. I was confident that if we asked enough people, someone would help. As luck would have it, the very first person we talked to who worked in the lobby happened to have a USB-C charger right there with him! He was generous enough to let us use it and hangout in the lobby while we waited.

The logistics of planning trips, between finding housing and flights, coordinating activities, and figuring out how we’ll get around is not an easy task for a bunch of procrastinators, but with each trip and excursion we get just a little bit better. The fact that we haven’t quite planned a week-long trip to New Zealand for 14 people in just two weeks is a little worrisome, but a reality for many students studying abroad. I look forward to sharing a bit more about that in the future! Until then, cheers!

David Bayer

Biomedical Engineering

University of New South Wales in Sydney, Australia

#umichenginabroad #ipewinter24 #ipeunsw #australia #davidbayer

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jaehyunfirstlove · 3 years ago

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🌚🌞🌝That sundress one shot was so hot it made me wish you’d do one where y/n has to deliver bad news to Jae (like nothing earth shattering but enough to make him grumpy) but to buffer the blow she for the first time in a while wears the sundress to break it to him and he takes it relatively well under the circumstances

Pairing: boyfriend!jaehyun x girlfriend!f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex, cum play, praise kink

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: this was such a juicy request, anon, i appreciate you sending it in :)

*a follow-up to this

Bored on your day off, you wandered around your shared apartment with your boyfriend, Jaehyun, looking for something to do. You’d just recently moved in together, so you hadn’t had the chance to check out most of his stuff. What piqued your curiosity the most, was his record player, sitting on the shelf in a prime spot. It was obviously one of his most prized possessions, and you were curious to find out what was so great about it. Picking a vinyl off the shelf, you placed it on the turntable, moving the needle across like you’d seen Jaehyun do many times. Except you were clumsier than he was, and ended up dropping it onto the record accidentally.

“Ooops,” you exclaimed, and once you took the needle off you noticed a scratch in the vinyl. Panicking, you briefly thought about throwing it away and buying him a new one, but when you looked at the cover you noticed it was one of his rare ones. “He’s gonna kill me,” you cursed to yourself, but as you wracked your brain an idea came to you, a smile spreading across your face as you came up with your plan.

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“Honey, I’m home!”

Ever since you moved in together Jaehyun would always utter this same phrase if you were home before him, always chuckling afterwards like it was the funniest joke he’d ever heard. Usually you would come running up to him, jumping into his arms like you hadn’t seen him in forever. But this time, you stayed where you were, waiting for him to come to you.

“Y/N?” he called, when you didn’t make your customary appearance.

“In here,” you responded, waiting in the bedroom.

He finally came into the room, and when he saw what you were wearing his eyes went wide. “Uh, Y/N?” his eyes raked over your body as you stood there in your sundress, the very same one you’d been wearing when he fucked you for the first time, your hands clasped behind your back innocently as you twirled slightly, making your skirt swish softly around your thighs. “Why are you wearing that?”

You just shrugged, pouting playfully. “I can’t wear something nice for my boyfriend?”

You saw him swallow, his adam’s apple bobbing. “Um, of course you can! I just mean… what’s the occasion…”

His sentence trailed off, because you moved towards him, hips swaying sensuously, and when you were standing in front of him you put a hand up to his chest, running your palm down over his pecs. He inhaled sharply as he looked at you, his eyes turning hungrier, and you knew then you had him in the palm of your hand.

“Well, there’s really no occasion,” you said sweetly, your hand moving to the waistband of his pants, “but there might just be one teeny tiny thing that I need to tell you.”

His attention was on your hands, and where they were going, and definitely not on your words, so it took him a moment to register what you had just said.

“W-what… ah…” you’d undone his pants and pulled them down, leaving him in just his boxers, already tenting with all the attention you were giving him. “... uh… um… what… was it that you needed to-”

You’d cut him off, palming his bulge over his boxers. His eyes had fluttered closed momentarily, before he came back to himself.

“-tell me…” he tried to continue, tried to keep his mind on what it was you needed to tell him, but your hand was heavenly, cupping his balls and rubbing so deliciously over his clothed erection.

“Do you promise you won’t get mad?” you asked, adding more pressure to your movements. He took another sharp intake of breath, his brain too scrambled to respond appropriately.

“Yes, yes I promise,” he breathed, and so you rewarded him, finally pulling his boxers down and getting on your knees. His eyes got darker as he watched you, lids hooded as his hands automatically went to cradle your head.

You took his cock in your hand, pumped it a few times, marveling at the velvety hardness of it, at the pinkish-reddish tip already beading with precum. You looked up at him, eyes pleading.

“I may have…” and before you continued you swiped your tongue out, licking at his tip. He hissed, clearly not paying attention to what you were saying but trying his hardest to.

“... scratched…”

Lick

“... one of…”

Lick

“... your records.”

You took his entire cock into your mouth right after you said it, in the hopes that he would be distracted enough that he wouldn’t register what you’d just said. As expected he didn’t respond, just groaned beautifully from deep within his throat as you sucked him off, fingers threading through your hair.

“Oh fuck, baby, just like that,” he moaned, his eyes never leaving your face, watching as his cock disappeared into your mouth. “So good, fuck, you look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

He continued praising you as you took him deeper, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, and once he felt it he started to move his hips, holding your head as he fucked into your throat.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come,” he growled, “where do you want it? Hm? On that pretty sundress of yours?”

You moaned around his cock, his dirty talk making you wet, and that was enough for him. He picked you up off the floor, practically throwing you onto the bed. He rubbed his hands over the front of your dress, over your hardened nipples since you weren’t wearing a bra, and under the skirt, since you weren’t wearing panties.

“Oh fuck, Y/N,” he groaned again, “you’re driving me crazy in that dress.”

He couldn’t help himself then, just hiking up your skirt and plunging his cock into your sopping pussy. Your back arched off the bed as he fucked you, hard and fast because he was so close to coming. He pulled the front of your dress down to suck on your nipple, biting lightly with his teeth, while his other hand went down to play with your clit. Your orgasm came super fast, and the way your pussy was milking him made him explode into you, with a loud grunt and a hard thrust that made you cry out.

He pulled out after the first thrust, pumping the rest of his cum across the front of your dress, before he collapsed onto the bed beside you.

“So which record was it?” he asked, when he got his breath back.

You propped yourself up on your elbow to look at him, trailing a finger across his stomach. “Does it matter?” you asked, batting your eyelashes. He looked at you and laughed.

“Nope, not when you’re wearing that dress.”

#jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun smut #nct imagines #nct smut

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rebeccccccaaa · 4 years ago

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𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 & 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: (ANON) Ohhhhh I want to send in something too! 😍 sorry for another Bucky one but he stole my heart. So he’s your boyfriend and you’re just a normal civilian but you barely saw each other lately (missions, your annoying office job), so he decides to surprise you. He sneaks into your apartment and prepares a pillow fort, makes your favorite dinner and all and when you come home it’s all just fluffy and you cuddle and enjoy your time together? 🤗 and if you liiiike maybe a little proposal 🤭 thank you so much

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: super fluffy smut, like ew lmao, pillow fort sex,

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: timeline’s fucked teehee; whew, man i’m so scatter-brianed right now y’all i’m so sorry for being so crazy thanks for baring with me yall love you lots, my little bugs xx

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You walked through your apartment door huffing in frustration. Today at work was very annoying. You applied for the position of Chief Operating Officer; it’s basically the overseer of the company, you would essentially make sure everything’s in visual working order. You felt confident in the position and you showed integrity and potential to really excel in the job.

However, on your way home passing the parking lot to get to your car on this fine Friday evening, you noticed a little commotion going on in your boss’s car. The CEO. Let’s just say you figured out why he’s been so lenient to your competitor.

You threw your purse on the couch and kicked your shoes off. You went into the kitchen and grabbed a nice cold bottle of water. You went back into the living room after turning the light on and sat comfortably on the couch.

You pulled your phone out and decided to call Bucky. He was probably super busy on his mission but you gave it a shot anyway. You let the phone ring but no pick up. You sighed but sent a message saying how much you loved him and miss him. You and Bucky had been together for years. You had been through everything together.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky sat adorably underneath his makeshift fort that he created in the middle of your bedroom anxiously waiting for your arrival. He heard you walk through the front door and became super antsy and excited. Practically squirming like a child under his makeshift pillow fort.

When you didn’t come into the bedroom, he grew a bit worried. His phone suddenly rang loudly and he muted his phone lightning fast. He paused for a second waiting to see if maybe you heard it before he declined your call. Not long after he got your message and his heart ached for you. He loved you so much he couldn’t even put it into words.

You shifted on the couch again ready to turn the television on to distract you from all the craziness in your life so far.

“Why didn’t you come to the room?” Bucky said, coming out from the darkness.

“Buck!” you gasped in fright. There was a brief moment where you two stared at each other motionless before you smiled and started giggling as did Bucky.

“What are you doing here?” you laughed.

“I have a surprise for you baby,” he led you to the bedroom. When you opened the door wider your mouth dropped in awe at the gesture before your eyes.

“Is that a fort?” you smiled.

“Yeah, come on,” Bucky pulled you underneath.

There were blankets and pillows under a large white sheet with hanging lights. He pulled a small basket filled with snacks and candy and your smile grew wider. You cuddled under the blankets and you pulled out your laptop to watch movies together.

During the movie Bucky’s hand wandered under your shirt and as hard you tried to focus on the movie, you just couldn’t think about anything but his warm fingers tracing your skin. You peaked up at him and Bucky’s eyes were trained on the screen in front of you.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and you could tell Bucky smiled at the gesture.

“I love you, baby,” you whispered.

“I love you too,” he rubbed his hand up and down your back.

You hiked your leg over his waist to lay entire on top of him. Bucky chuckled and rested his hands on top of your hips. You just gave him a cheeky smile biting your bottom lip while you played with his hair.

“What is it baby?” he asked you.

“Nothing; work’s been kinda rough,” you said.

“How come?” he asked, making you huff and sigh loudly; he chuckled as he prepared himself for your upcoming rant.

“Well, I applied for the COO position because I really enjoy working for the company and the owner is very friendly and the environment is great. I thought I was gonna get a fair chance to get the position; I feel like I really have the skills for what it takes to help run this company. But I noticed that the CEO, the owner’s kid, seems to be very adamant about hiring Jess,” you explained.

“Jess? She doesn’t strike me as someone who wants to be Chief Operating Officer,” he chuckled.

Although Jess was somewhat intelligent, not in an insulting way, she’s made it clear to many coworkers that she doesn’t enjoy her job too much. So it was surprising to hear when she applied to compete for the position as well despite the previous complaints. Well now considering why she did it in the first place, you applaud her ambition. After all, all chiefs were expected to work alongside and closely to each other.

“She’d get to and is practically already ‘working’ with Daniel,” Daniel being the CEO’s name.

“No,” Bucky gasped in disbelief.

“Yes,” you chuckled.

“Oh, well. That doesn’t seem too fair.”

“Well, no, but I don’t know. I mean she has every right to date our boss; I just wish his decision wasn’t being affected by that, you know?” you said.

“I totally get it,” he cupped your face, “You’re gonna get the job, baby. I just know it.”

“Thanks, Buck.”

Bucky kissed you gently and your body relaxed onto him. His hand trailed up your shirt and sent chills down your spine. The hand that rested lightly on your face wrapped around your neck as Bucky slowly flipped you over and towered over you.

He kept kissing you softly and your hands sneaked under his shirt, your finger tracing the contours of his muscular torso. His hips settled between your legs and you could feel his prominent bulge poking at your core even through the thick material of his jeans and your pants as well.

Bucky released your lips and traced his nose along the curve of your jaw line and down your neck. He licked and sucked gently on the spot that made you gasp and moan and marked you leaving a dark purple and red hickey for you.

His hand went under your shirt as well but ultimately just pushed it up and over your head tossing it behind him as you two were still laying under the fort. His lips pressed against your chest before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue circled the perked bud before sucking and releasing your nipple with a lewd pop.

He kissed you down before coming in between your thighs and curled his fingers over your pants pulling them down when you lifted your hips for him. He didn’t ignore the wetness that was spread around your pussy, bringing a finger to circle your hole.

You hips wiggled and your walls clenched around nothing, desperate for him to insert a finger and fuck you. You looked down at him with furrowed brows and your bottom lip between your teeth; your expression silently begging Bucky to do something. He smirked devilishly and leaned down to lick your clit ever so lightly making you groan in frustration and need.

“Bucky please,” you whimpered.

“Please what baby?” he whispered.

“Bucky, please do something, anything.”

“You gotta tell me exactly what you need baby,” he taunted.

“Bucky, use your fingers please; fuck me.”

He pushed a flesh finger passed your folds but you didn’t want that.

“Not those, please,” you whispered timidly.

“Oh, you want my metal fingers? Is that right?” you nodded shyly.

“Words,” he commanded.

“Yes, I want your metal ones,” you said shakily.

“As you wish, my love.”

He moved his flesh fingers and spread your folds before bringing his metal finger up to your entrance. When you pushed in, you hissed at the cold feeling of them inside you but you loved it. Bucky leaned forward again to lick your clit and made your hips jolt against him, making him chuckle at the reaction he pulled from you.

“Oh, Bucky, that feels so good,” you moaned.

“You're doing so good baby. Taking my metal finger so well. Think we can add another?” he kissed your inner thighs.

“Ugh, yes!”

“Good girl.”

He brought another finger and inserted easily slipped passed your folds as did the first finger. His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked making you practically scream in pleasure. You breathed heavily whining as you got close to your release. Bucky’s tongue circled your clit again quickly this time as he could tell you were very close from the way you clenched and throbbed around his fingers.

“Buck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined.

“Let go, pretty baby. I want to see you gush all over my fingers,” he said, his voice raspy.

You moaned as your legs shook; your stomach contracting as you came. Bucky lapped up everything that flowed from you and crawled out the small fort to strip completely crawling back in with a goofy smile on his face.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered.

“You are too,” you said tiredly with a smile.

“No you,” he challenged.

“No, you!” you giggled.

“I fucking you so much,” he smiled widely from ear to ear.

“I love you too,” you teared up.

“I don't know what I’d do without you,” you whispered.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’ll never need to know.”

Bucky’s hard dick poked at your entrance and you were both eager to please each other. You lined his cock and slowly Bucky pushed himself in pulling moans from you both simultaneously. His hips molded against yours like a perfect puzzle piece as he bottomed out.

You tugged on his shoulders silently asking him to move. He moved at a swift pace, his hips slapping against yours making indecent and almost pornographic sounds that echoed in your apartment. Your moans didn’t help to diminish the filthy noises.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna let everyone in this building know whose fucking you this good? Let ‘em know how good you're taking my cock? Such a good girl,” he whispered vulgarly in your ear.

“Fuck, Bucky,” your eyes were screwed shut and you knew how Bucky got when you didn’t look at him during sex.

“Hey, look at me,” he growled.

“I can’t,” you cried, tears crawling from your tightly shut eyes.

“Come on, I thought you were my good girl? You still gonna be my good girl?” he said.

“Yes! I’m your good girl, fuck!” you opened your eyes and Bucky’s forehead fell against yours.

“Tell me how you feel baby girl. I wanna hear ya keep talking to me,” he panted.

“Fuck, it feels so good. You fill me up so fucking good, baby,” you whined.

“Yeah?” he smiled.

“Yes! I’m gonna come, shit,” you moaned loudly.

“Go on, let go baby. I got you,” Bucky said.

His thrusts became faster chasing both your releases and soon you body shook under his caging arms. His hips stuttered and spurts of hot cum coated your velvety walls. Bucky collapsed over you and both of your heavy breathing slowed. He looked at you and found you smiling sleepily with drowsy eyes and he knew he had to clean you up before you fully fell asleep.

“Come on, baby we gotta get you cleaned up.”

“No, I’m sleepy,” you whined.

“I know but you’re sweaty and you’ve my cum dripping out of you.”

“So?” you said with your eyes closed making Bucky chuckle. He grabbed your ankles and pulled out of the fort and picked you up to set on the bathroom counter. He turned on the bath and when it was steamy and ready he picked you up and carefully sat in the tub. He washed your hair first and climbed in the tub sitting behind you.

He quickly washed his body before taking the washcloth full of soap and lathered it against your warm skin. He cleaned your body not without a bit of teasing, moving delicately over your nipples and drawing out between your thighs. You tried your best to not squirm but ultimately jolted when he applied the smallest bit of pressure around your core.

When you finished you dried yourself off before heading back into your room crawling under the fort that thankfully stayed intact.

“Can we sleep here tonight?” you asked shyly.

“You liked it?” he smiled.

You nodded gingerly with a grin, reaching out to him with grabby hands desperate for him to join you. He got comfortable letting your arm rest gently on his chest and your head on his shoulder. Your leg wrapped around his and tangled themselves. Bucky smiled to himself knowing you were probably already asleep now.

He looked down at your peaceful sleeping face and pressed small kisses to the top of your head and your forehead. He reached behind him under the pillow surprised you hadn’t found the small velvet box hiding between them.

He pulled out a beautiful ring that he was planning on giving to you whilst you were awake. Preferably when you would have walked into the bedroom with a beautiful surprise look on your stunning face. He got distracted when you pulled out your laptop and he just basked in the time and attention he was getting from you.

He pulled the ring from the box and slipped it on your delicate finger. He knows you’re going to say yes. He loves you so much and he knows you love him just as much. There was no hesitation that he wanted to propose to you; spend the rest of his life with you, it was a dream come true.

He couldn't wait until morning when you’d wake up as gorgeous as you always do beside him and notice the ring. He could hear your squeals already. He held you tightly and closed his eyes feeling the happiest he’s ever been in years. You made his life better and he loved you forever for that. Anticipating the next morning, he fell into a peaceful sleep with you, the love of his life, tuck perfectly in his arms.

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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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Take A Little Ride

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request from @bishopslosawife: What if one of the Mayans’ S/O was an NFR professional barrel rider from the south? Like S/O plans a trail ride for everyone to get them to relax and someone recognizes her and asks her to show off her moves? Maybe S/O has a horse boarding at the stable?

Warnings: language

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: (Sorry if this is the second time you’re seeing this fic! I’ve had some issues with posts disappearing from my blog and the tags and I’m trying to get everything back on track haha.) I know we talked about this fic forever ago, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since lol. We threw around a lot of ideas and I tried to fit as many into this fic as possible without it feeling cluttered. Also, I know this is technically an Angel fic, but we get to see a lot of our boys in this story. Hope you enjoy! xo

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“Oh come on,” you pleaded as you sat in Angel’s lap, “It would be so fun!”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Yea, for you maybe. I’d have no fuckin’ clue what to do.”

“It’s really not that hard,” you reassured him.

EZ sat down across from the two of you, “What is Angel fighting you about now?” he smirked.

You laughed, “I was saying that we should go for a trail ride sometime soon—all of us. It’s such a good way to unwind.”

“What’s the issue then?” he was clearly confused.

“She means a horseback trail ride, Boy Scout,” Angel piped in with a shake of his head before returning his gaze to you, “Anyone besides you and Taza even know how to ride?”

You paused, trying to think back on your conversations with everyone. Truthfully, now that he said it out loud, you couldn’t say for certain if any of the guys knew how to ride. You didn’t want to cop to that, but you weren’t a good liar, “I have no idea,” you chuckled, “I mean for some reason I wanna say that at one point Riz said something to me about it but I’m not sure. You guys could learn, though! It’s not like we’d be competing or anything, just a nice mellow trip. Like a hike! Besides, it’d be good for you boys to learn something new.”

“Y/N,” Angel started, “I’m not gonna fu—”

EZ cut him off, “I’m game,” he was genuinely interested, but he also loved being a little bit of an instigator when it came to things like this between you and Angel.

Your eyes lit up, “Yea?”

“Bro,” Angel shook his head, “What the fuck?”

“Put it to a vote!” you said excitedly, “That’s what y’all do, right?”

EZ laughed, nodding, “Yea, that’s exactly what we do.”

“What, we gonna go to Templo for this?” it was getting more and more difficult for Angel to keep a straight face.

“We’ll do it right here,” you leaned forward and grabbed your empty beer bottle off the table, rapping it on the wooden surface a few times to get everyone’s attention, “Hey! Boys! I have an offer for ya.”

If Angel had the ability to melt into the couch cushions, he would’ve. The guys could see the look on his face and it only made them more interested in what you were going to say. EZ was sitting back with a smug grin, extremely invested in where this was all going to go.

“What’s the offer?” Taza asked with a soft smile.

“So,” you got up off Angel’s lap, “I know y’all have had a rough couple of weeks. And I think it’d be good for everyone to get out and unwind,” they were all nodding along in agreement so far, “I just so happen to know of a really great ranch about forty minutes North of here. What would you guys say to a day trip and a trail ride? Switch things up a little.”

Taza’s response was immediate, “Sounds good to me.”

You could see the apprehension on some of their faces, so you tried to reassure them, “If you don’t know how to ride, they give you a rundown of the basics. Plus, the horses that they have there are all push-button—absolute gems.”

“How do you know about this place?” Bishop couldn’t help but to ask.

“I’ve been boarding my horse there since I moved to Cali,” you paused, “So, what d’you say?”

Sure enough, everyone started to speak up in agreement. You had never felt so excited. You looked back at Angel, who was shaking his head trying not to crack a smile. He had a feeling it was going to go this way.

“Majority vote,” Bishop said with a laugh, “It passes.”

“Yay!” you clapped, “Alright, I’ll call and get it all set up for this week. It’s gonna be so much fun, trust me.”

As the week passed by, Angel and a few of the other guys asked you questions about just what exactly they had gotten themselves into. They all knew that you rode, but they never thought it would have any crossover with their lives.

You all met up at the clubhouse late Saturday morning. You had your jeans and boots on, along with a tank top. You’d packed a backpack with water bottles and a few snacks, as well as your riding helmet. There was a palpable sense of excitement in the air, along with nervousness.

“You guys might not wanna take the bikes,” you warned with a laugh, “Your legs might be a little sore afterwards.”

They all stood and thought about it for a moment before deciding to take your word for it. They split up and piled into the few trucks they had, allowing you to lead the way since none of them knew where you were going. It was one of the very few times that Angel ever rode shotgun and let you take the wheel. You’d seen EZ crack a smile as his brother begrudgingly handed you the keys.

You rolled into your parking spot at the ranch, instantly jumping out of the truck once it was in park. The rest of the guys weren’t far behind, their vehicles falling into line with yours. You waited for them all and then waved for them to follow you as you confidently strode across the grounds to the barns. A few of the other people there smiled and waved to you, recognizing you from your frequent trips there.

The man who ran the ranch came out of one of the barns, arms out wide as he approached you, “Y/N, so good to see you,” he gave you a hug, “I was excited when they told me about your call.”

“Who’s this fuckin’ guy?” Angel murmured to EZ under his breath, elbowing him when he saw his brother trying to bite back a laugh.

You hadn’t heard the exchange, but you turned around to introduce everyone regardless, “Boys, this is Matthew—owner of this fine establishment and also one of the first people to help me settle in when I moved here to California. Matthew, this is my crew,” you laughed, “Best group of troublemakers you’ll ever meet.”

He laughed, nodding in acknowledgment, “Gentlemen, it’s a pleasure. I’m here to help and get you guys up and running, but you’re in good hands with Y/N here. She knows the trails out here like the back of her hand.”

“Well,” you chuckled, “I wasn’t gonna say it, but he’s totally right,” you clapped, “Let’s get you boys all saddled up and ready to go!”

It was refreshing to see them a little out of their element, with the exception of Taza, and surprisingly enough Coco seemed rather comfortable in the barn. You didn’t comment on it, wanting to see just how much he knew. But so far he had gotten all his tack on without much of an issue, and he seemed really comfortable with the horse they had provided for him.

You went back and forth with the guys about wearing helmets. Angel was adamant that he would be fine without one, “You’re not even gonna wear one! Or Taza!”

You laughed, “And when you’ve clocked as many hours as we have, you won’t have to wear one either. But for now, you’re gonna have to. Deal with it.”

“Yea,” EZ chuckled as he clipped his on, “Gotta save all the braincells that you can.”

“Shut up,” Angel shoved him as they both broke down in laughter.

Your horse was waiting patiently in her stall, all tacked up and ready to go. You were thankful that she was so mellow and patient, because you didn’t have to worry about her while you got everyone else situated. Up until that point, you had never realized just how diverse the ranch was when it came to breeds of horses. Most of them were rescues in some capacity, bought at auction when they weren’t competition or breeding material anymore, but they still made great companions, especially for beginners.

The fact that Taza let the boys struggle on their own a bit wasn’t lost on you. He was already perched atop his horse, waiting for the rest of them to get their acts together. You were certain that it was the most entertained that he had been in a while—you could see it in his eyes. To make up for the lack of Taza’s guidance, you were running around helping however you could.

“C’mon,” Coco taunted as he hoisted himself up onto his horse with ease, “What’s takin’ you guys so long?”

“Since when do you know anything about horses?” Angel said with a hint of bitterness to his voice.

“Psh, you don’t know everything about me, ‘mano. Don’t worry about it.”

Once everyone was on and ready to go, you finally went back to bring your own horse out. She was waiting patiently as ever in her stall. You slid the door open and stepped inside, gently resting your forehead against hers. It was exciting to be able to share this part of your life with all of them, even if it was going to be a little extra chaotic the first time around. You hoped, though, that they would enjoy it enough to want to come back and do it again. You thought that it would be good for them, because it certainly was for you.

You led your horse out of the barn, not that you really needed to be holding onto her reins anyway—she’d follow you wherever you went almost without question. You had her stop so you could slip your foot into your stirrup and hoist yourself onto her. The guys looked on in slight awe, not able to believe that it was so easy for someone of your height to climb up that easily onto a horse that was so tall.

Once you were situated in your stirrups and adjusted your backpack, you turned and looked around at your crew with a wide smile on your face, “Everyone feel like they sorta know what they’re doing? Matthew give you an overview of the basics?” there were various mumbled of agreement as they nodded their heads and you had to laugh, “You’ll be fine. Just remember, gentle on the reins—it’s attached to their mouths. Squeeze with your legs and nudge with your heels if you wanna go faster. These horses are super well trained so you shouldn’t need to kick, or be loud with them at all. Just use a clear voice,” you paused, “We should probably do a couple laps around the arena first before I take you guys off-roading,” you laughed, “Follow me.”

Admittedly, you were pretty impressed at how well the guys were picking it up. A lot of it had to do with the horses that they were riding, but still. It was the first time you could ever remember Bishop seeming out of his element and you had to admit that you found it amusing. Angel and Gilly found themselves struggling together while EZ practically rode laps around them, of course.

“Show-off,” Angel said with a laugh and a shake of his head as he shifted slightly in his saddle.

“You’re just mad because I’m already good,” EZ chuckled as he made his way over to where you and Taza were watching the rest of them.

Once you started making your way towards the trail, you and Coco found yourselves side by side. You glanced over at him and had to smile at how comfortable he seemed. For a man who seemed to be a little jumpy at baseline, he seemed really calm.

“I have to admit,” you said as you glanced back to make sure you didn’t lose anyone yet, “you surprised me a little bit with all of this,” you gestured to him and the horse.

He laughed, “Yea, I’m full of fuckin’ surprises.”

“You ride for a long time?”

He shrugged, “Not in a while. Started when I finished my four years. One of the guys who came back with me told me to try out equine therapy. Seemed kinda pointless but I really wasn’t in a position to be sayin’ no to anything—I was pretty fucked up. And it helped. Stopped when I started getting in with the club.”

You nodded, unable to hide how invested you were in everything that he was telling you, “Got it. That why the guys didn’t know?”

“Yea. Plus, they don’t gotta know everything,” he chuckled.

The topic fell by the wayside as the group of you continued on your little adventure. It was peaceful, and it was nice to hear all of them laughing and joking around with each other. You felt like you were constantly turning around to make sure that you hadn’t lost track of anyone, but you really didn’t mind it. It was hard to not be a little amused at how out of sorts Angel still seemed. The downside of being as tall and lanky as he was, is that it’s impossible to miss when he is feeling uncomfortable or out of his comfort zone. It was written all over his body language.

You looped around so you could land yourself next to him. You smiled over at him as he focused intensely on his reins, “Still getting the hang of it?”

“You guys make it look so easy.”

You laughed, “We’ve got years of practice. You’ll pick it up.”

“Gilly wants to know why he’s the only one that didn’t get a horse,” Angel laughed.

You chuckled and shook your head, “Mules are great, he’s got nothing to complain about. They’re strong, and smart, and a little stubborn but that’s just like the rest of you guys so it should be fine.”

“I know I’m not good at this shit,” he shifted slightly in his saddle, “and I dunno if I ever will be. But it’s nice to see you enjoying yourself like this. I don’t think I’ve ever really seen you like this.”

You smiled, feeling your face get warm, “Well, now you know,” you paused, laughing, “Plus I think this is one of the only times that I’ve been better than you at something.”

“Couldn’t let it be a sweet moment, could you?”

You chuckled, “Is this how you feel all the time with me?”

“I’m not better than you at everything, querida. Stop bein’ dramatic,” he smiled.

“Cooking and horseback riding are the two things I definitely have over you. And I’m holding onto those for dear life,” you laughed.

“I’ll let you have them. Just for you, I promise I won’t get any better at this.”

“For me?” you pressed a hand to your chest with a smile, “You’re too sweet.”

You nudged your horse onward so you could get back to the front of the pack. You’d ridden the trails hundreds of times but they never got any less beautiful. They were different than where you used to ride back home but the change was nice. The trail that you had taken them on was one of the easier ones—no crazy inclines or anything like that. It was a slow but steady ride up one of the smaller peaks that surrounded the ranch. The view from the top was beautiful—you could see for miles. You had a feeling that the guys were going to love it.

“We’re almost to the top,” you called back over your shoulder.

Within a few minutes, the whole group of you had made it to the clearing at the top of the peak. They were all letting out their own murmurs of approval and you felt so proud of yourself. A few of them hopped down, wanting to get a little closer to the cliff edge so they could look down over it. There was nothing but the sound of the breeze and the screaming of the birds while you all stayed there and took in the view. It was the most peace that they’d probably felt in a while.

“Pretty great, right?” you looked over at Angel, who had managed to guide his horse to they were right next to you.

He nodded, “Beautiful. Had no idea any of this was out here.”

“This is what I used to do with pretty much all of my free time when I first moved here, back before I really knew anyone.”

“You gave this shit up to hang out with us?” Angel chuckled as he gestured to the rest of the guys.

You laughed, shaking your head, “I didn’t give it up. I still come out here at least once every weekend, if not more during the week if work allows for it. I still make the time.”

“I love you,” he had a starry look in his eyes as he gazed over at you.

You smiled, “I love you too. Thanks for doing this—I know you weren’t really all that thrilled about it.”

“I’m glad I did. It’s nice to see something that means so much to you.”

After a few more minutes of lingering, chatting, and getting photos of everyone, it was time to complete the loop and head back towards the ranch. You were glad that the guys had pacified you and allowed you to do a little impromptu photoshoot of them with their horses—it was a moment that you wanted to remember. They were quite the diverse pack and you couldn’t help but to smile.

The ride back down was smooth. It was evident that for the most part, the guys were starting to feel more comfortable in their saddles. There weren’t as many, “oh fuck’s” said under their breath. There was a little more talking and joking going on and it made your heart feel fuller.

Cutting through the quietness of the trail was Angel’s voice, “Shit, fuck, oh fuck,” he wasn’t yelling but you could tell that he was worried.

You whipped your head around to see what was wrong, and you had to bite back your laughter as you watched the scene that was playing out. Angel’s horse had bumped up from a walk to a jog and clearly it wasn’t Angel’s doing. The panic that was on his face was priceless. Realistically, the horse wasn’t even going that fast, but it was enough to send Angel into panic mode.

“I’m just gonna fuckin’ jump off.”

You laughed, “Do not jump off. Just apply a little pressure to the reins and tell him to walk. He should slow right down. They don’t understand curse words.”

He did as you instructed, and sure enough the horse dropped right back down to a leisurely walk. You were trying not to laugh but the rest of the guys weren’t as kind and forgiving as you. You knew that that was going to be something that he wasn’t going to be living down anytime soon.

The rest of the descent was uneventful. The whole squad made it back down to the base of the trail unscathed. You hopped down off your horse and began to help all of them to do the same. You told them where to go and put all of their tack once they took it off, and also told them that if they could walk their horses for a couple minutes just to help cool them down it would be appreciated. It wasn’t the most intensive ride but it would still be good for them. Besides, it would be good for the guys and their legs too.

You were getting ready to bring your horse in when a girl came walking up to you, trying to politely get your attention. She couldn’t have been more than seventeen or eighteen. Her t-shirt and jeans were streaked with dirt but there was a giant smile on her face as she walked up to you and your horse.

“Hi, excuse me, are you Y/N?” her voice was quiet, shy.

You nodded, slightly confused, “I am. Everything alright?”

“Yea! I just, um, god sorry I don’t mean to be weird. I used to watch you race, though. I went to almost every NFR circuit event for a few years back when we still lived in Nevada. They said you moved but I had no idea it was here and I,” she stopped herself, “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

You shook your head, smiling, “Don’t be sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever had a fan before,” you laughed.

“Well that’s not true,” the girl laughed. She paused for a few moments, “Would it…would it be weird to ask if I could see you do a run?”

You raised your eyebrows, “A barrel run?”

She nodded excitedly, “Yea.”

You laughed, “I mean, I don’t see why not. I’m a little out of practice but I think we can still manage it,” you patted your horse on the shoulder.

“Oh my god this is so cool. The big arena inside is already set up—I just finished my lesson.”

The two of you walked together, your horse following behind without you having to hold too tightly on the reins. You listened to her gush and talk about riding and it made you miss what it felt like to be training for competitions. You didn’t regret stepping back from it to live the life that you have now, but there was nothing quite like that rush of adrenaline.

The guys had heard the entire interaction and all of them had since gotten their own horses situated so they could come and see what was about to happen. EZ and Angel were leaning against the side of the arena, their voices carrying in the echo chamber it created.

“You know she used to compete?” EZ asked as he watched you hop back up onto your horse.

“Yea, I mean, she mentioned it,” Angle replied, “Didn’t know that she was a fuckin’ celebrity, though.”

“Paparazzi is gonna show up any minute,” Bishop materialized next to them, chiming in with a laugh.

You settled into your saddle, getting both you and your horse positioned so that you could start your run. You could tell that she felt the shift in energy as the two of you stood at the entrance to the arena. You could feel her starting to get a little antsy, a little wound up. It had been a long time since you ran the pattern, but you had no doubt that it would be like riding a bike for the two of you.

As soon as you nudged her with the heel of your boot, your horse took off. You couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted out of you as she flew around the first barrel, gliding seamlessly into the turn. You could faintly hear the guys from the sideline over the sound of the wind in your ears. You felt your hat fly off your head and you didn’t even care. You’d almost forgotten how fun it was to neck-rein at that high of a speed.

You looped around the second barrel, and the third, and your horse all but flew down the center of the pattern as she ran out of the arena. You sat back in your saddle, trying to get her to slow down but you didn’t really want her to. It had to have felt just as good for her as it did for you—the two of you hadn’t done more than a light canter in a while and she was clearly itching to get out some pent-up energy.

Finally she slowed to a walk as you turned her around to head back towards the arena. The young girl came running out of the building with a huge smile on her face, your hat hanging from her fingertips.

“That was so cool!” she handed your hat back to you.

You hopped down off your horse with a smile, “That was the most fun I’ve had in a while, I can’t lie,” you laughed, “I’m glad you asked us to run it—that felt amazing.”

“Do you board here?” she looked at you expectantly.

You nodded, “I sure do. Here every weekend, pretty much. Not that we’re really training to compete anymore, but you know.”

“If we’re ever here at the same time do you think that you could give me some pointers?”

You nodded, feeling your heart swell inside your chest, “Absolutely.”

“Yes! Oh that’s so awesome. Thank you so much. I’ll, um, I’ll let you get back to your friends. But thank you so much.”

You smiled, “Of course. I’ll see you around.”

She bounded off, an excited spring to her step. You chuckled and shook your head as you started to lead your horse back to the barn so you could take off her saddle and bridle. As the two of you meandered, Angel and the guys all came out of the arena, looks of surprise all over their faces.

“What the fuck was that, querida?” Angel laughed as he shook his head in disbelief.

“What?” you feigned ignorance.

“When were we gonna find out that you know how to do all that?” EZ piped up.

“I told you guys that I ride!”

“That,” Angel threw his arm around your shoulder, “was not just riding. That was insane! You guys were fucking flying.”

“Shoulda seen how fast we could go when we were actually training for it.”

“Also, didn’t know that you were apparently a celebrity,” there was a smirk on his face as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

You laughed and shook your head, “Not a celebrity. The horse world is a small one.”

“You gonna be able to teach us how to do all that?” EZ asked with a laugh.

“Not a fucking chance,” you smiled over at him, “But you guys are more than welcome to come here with me any time.”

“Well now we definitely have to,” Angel said, “Gotta see what other moves you’re holding out on.”

“Oh,” you laughed, “you’ll see. Don’t worry.”

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foulbelieverwerewolf · 3 years ago

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Mick- Pickup Truck

note- In this I made a lot of stuff up regarding plot details, if you’ve seen the show you’ll know. I don’t know if anyone will see this but if you do please do request something for this character if you’d like. I’ll do pretty much anything.

You look out the window and see Mick’s truck in the drive, deciding you want to go down and see him craving some affection. You’d had a pretty taxing day so far studying for finals and a hug from Mick would be the best medicine. You head downstairs seeing Rio in the living room, ‘Rioooooo?’ He laughs, ‘yes love?’ you give him a big smile, ‘Where’s Micky?’ He looks to the door, ‘he just went to the garage darlin’, you nod, ‘okay thanks!’ you skip out the door and sit in the back of the truck waiting for Mick to finish whatever he was doing. He would never say no to you but you hated interrupting him in the middle of his work. Rio was important to him and to you so you didn’t meddle. But you needed him right now. You lean back on your hands in the truck and huff, ‘ugh, what a day’ you rub your eyes and run your hands over your face and go back to leaning on them. You were wearing a pretty lousy outfit considering you’d been cooped up in Mick’s room studying all day. You were in a pair of black shorts, a white tank top and some slides. You had your hair in a plait but you did put some earrings on, determined to look semi decent. Comfort was more important than everything when studying so who cares what you looked like anyway? You lay back swinging your legs, you close your eyes and hum your favourite song. It was a lovely day and the sun felt amazing on your skin. You yawn, you’d been up since 6.30am, you worked best in the morning. A few minutes pass until you hear some footsteps coming up the drive, please be Mick. ‘Y/n?’ Yess, you think to yourself. You sit up leaning on your hands again, you peer over your sunglasses taking in his appearance. He was wearing a flannel but it was open his amazing body on show, black jeans and working boots. He had a towel over his shoulder and a bit of a sweat on. ‘Fuck’, you whisper to yourself, biting your lip. You only came to say hi but now you had other ideas. He drops the spanner he was holding next to you and wipes his face with the towel throwing that down too. He extends his arms out and you take his hands, he slowly pulls you so your sitting up, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean up to kiss him. He pulls you forward gently with his hands on your waist, you wrap your legs around his waist to get closer and press your lips to his. The kiss is soft and very affectionate, he rubs your sides soothingly and you smile into the kiss. He lifts you off the truck and turns so he is sat there with you in his lap instead. The position was much more comfortable so you weren’t craning your neck, he was so tall. You pull away for air and slump forward onto Mick resting your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around your waist holding you close to him, ‘are you doing alright baby?’ he asks. ‘Yeah, I just wanted to see you is all’. He fiddles with the hem of your tank top rolling it between his fingers, his fingertips grazing your bare skin now and then. He kisses across your shoulder and neck. He does the same with your shorts caressing the skin softly, Mick’s love language was touch so his touches weren’t always sexual. You pull away and stretch your arms up leaning back, you groan feeling a little tense after being hunched over a desk all day. You look up puffing your cheeks and stretching your arms on both sides, it felt like being back in gym class. ‘Have you been studying all day?’ Mick asks, ‘yeahhh, finals are in a few weeks after all,’ he nods in understanding, ‘can I help at all?’ you smile, he was so caring and generous. You shake your head, ‘not really, it’s all too technical,’ he feigns hurt at your comment, ‘I’m smarter than I look!’ you giggle, ‘i don’t doubt that but I have lots of med student friends to help me already. And you have enough on your plate as it is,’ ‘i know sweetheart but I always have time for my girl okay?’ Butterflies erupt in your stomach when he calls you his girl, you nod looking down feeling shy all of a sudden. He tilts your head up using his index finger, he leans forward his lips by your ear ‘I’ll give you anything you ask for,’ punctuating his point with a squeeze to your thighs eliciting a soft barely audible moan, but he heard it. You silently thank your past self for choosing to tie your hair up giving him easy access to your neck which he covers in soft kisses. He caresses your thighs with his hands, ‘you’re so pretty without even trying’ you bite your inner cheek and smile at his words. You place your hands on his shoulders as he kisses behind your ear, he nibbles on your sweet spot and you shudder. He bites the skin creating a small but noticeable hickey, you whimper when he bites harder grasping the collar of his shirt. He smirks against your skin ‘such a needy girl for daddy’ he leaves a trail of soft kisses down your jawline going back to leave more hickeys on the sensitive skin of your collarbones. You tilt your head back a little and he places soft kisses down the column of your throat, he grazes his teeth over the skin of your adam’s apple. He moves the straps of your tank top down your shoulders and starts rolling them down painfully slowly just so the top of your chest could be seen. He kisses the soft flesh of the top of your breasts continuing to roll your top down, to your hips, he cups your right breast in his large tattooed hand taking the nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue around it, ‘mmmph’ you moan softly. He does the same with the other whilst placing his hands in the back of your shorts beginning to slide them down your waist, you weren’t wearing any panties either, he smirks ‘looks like someone knew what they wanted’ he squeezes the curve of your ass with one hand causing you to roll your hips into his. He groans and holds you still with a firm grip on your hips, ‘slow down baby’. You sigh running your hands over his broad chest and shoulders slipping the flannel off. You admire his bare torso and arms, ‘you have an amazing body Micky’ he swallows stopping his movements. You hold his biceps as he looks at you, he wasn’t used to compliments of any sort from anyone and you always caught him off guard. You smile at him leaning forward cupping his face and kissing his nose. You giggle and he laughs too, ‘I love you y/n,’ you peck his lips, ‘I love you too Micky’. He continues to slip your shorts off, they were already bunched up mid-thigh. He kisses your shoulder as he moves your shorts down your legs until you hear someone coming, he looks up behind you and sees some random girl walking up the drive ‘ y/n someone's coming’ he says, he was more than happy to continue, hell, he’d fuck you in front of them, it was his house and you were his girl but he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. You pull back and sigh, he quickly pulls your top up and you hike your shorts back up your legs. You get off of his lap and he hands you his flannel, you put it on and sit back on the truck as he stands to deal with whoever this girl was. As she got closer he could see her face, ‘she’s from the club’ you squint your eyes recognising her too. ‘Raya, what’s she doing here?’ He shrugs, ‘must be for Rio’. You cross your arms feeling a little hostile, Raya was never nice to you and she made it very clear she fancied Mick. Of course you were jealous of her, she was everything you were not. Tall, blonde, petite but perfectly curved figure and such a god damn pretty face. Mick didn’t really know much about the part where she liked him but he knew the two of you weren’t best buds, so naturally he harboured reservations too. He coughs clearing his throat, ‘what are you doing here?’ She laughs, she had a very silky voice, ‘what? no hug?’ Mick just looks at her unimpressed, ‘jeez, someone rolled out the wrong side of the bed this morning didn’t they?!?’ she looks at you and winks. You roll your eyes, ‘I’m here to see Rio, we have some business,’ ‘wait here, I’ll go get him’. He looks at you, ‘be nice babe’ you huff and lay back on the truck desperate to get back to what the two of you were doing before you were so rudely interrupted. You feel the ache between your legs slowly dissipate, tempted to touch yourself, but Mick hated when you did that and it didn’t feel even half as good as when he did it anyway. You groan and get up forgetting Raya was stood there, shit imagine I’d started fucking myself in front of her. You laugh at the thought, she cocks a brow at you giving you the dirtiest look. You look at her confused, ‘something funny?’ you close your eyes, ‘i’m not in the mood for your drama Raya,’ she laughs, ‘no drama, you’re so weird’, you look at her unfazed by her weak attempt at insulting you, ‘i mean, you’re so short and you have a weird body shape, I don’t know why Mick is wasting his time with you’, you bite your tongue to keep from bursting out into tears. It was already hard enough working at that club all the time, the worker girls there were incredibly attractive and you just weren’t, compared to them, and you asked yourself that question alot, ‘what does Mick see in me?’ You’d never formulated a good answer and sometimes the insecurity ate away at you. Raya’s comments just hit a nerve and you felt smaller and more insignificant than ever before. Mick was the kind of guy every girl wanted, the classic bad boy type, why did he choose me? You were consumed by your own thoughts you didn’t even notice Raya walk off. Rio had called her inside, her, Rio, Mick and some other guys were having a ‘business’ meeting. You cross your arms and kick the dirt beneath you, chewing your inner cheek. Tears threaten to spill any minute as you contemplate everything that matters to you. You turn around and head back up the driveway, may as well channel this energy somewhere positive? There was nothing you could do to make the feeling go away but maybe you could distract yourself. You walk back into Mick’s house and past the kitchen, they were all stood around the counter. You glance in there, enough time to see Raya flip that long, perfect mane of hers and flashing that million dollar smile. All the boys looked enamoured, Mick had his eyes cast on you, you didn’t notice but he saw you and he saw the look on your face when you walked past. He knew instantly something was off and he wanted nothing more than to run after you and find out what it was but he couldn’t do that right now. You trudge up the stairs and flop on the floor in starfish position and stare at the ceiling. You pick at the rug underneath you and think about what Raya said again. You get up quickly and look in the mirror. You bunch up Mick’s flannel and scrutinise your body. She was right, you did have a weird body and you were so damn short. Mick had to pick you up almost every time you kissed, now you felt embarrassed, like a child. You sit at your desk and huff resting your head on your arms. You hit your head on your arms a few times and groan, ‘bitch’ you say out loud thinking of Raya. You decide to clean the bedroom and bathroom, maybe that would distract you. You shut the door to drown out Raya’s voice and the rest of them and put some music on. Just Like You by Falling in Reverse, your favourite band, blares through the speakers, you were high enough up in the house to play it loud as you liked. You sway your hips and start tidying your desk. It was pretty messy, paper, pens and sticky notes everywhere. About 10 minutes later you’re done, you move onto the bed changing the sheets and making it up. You open the windows to let in some fresh air and mop the bathroom and pick up some laundry that was scattered around. It’d been around 25 minutes and you go back to the mirror, you feel just as bad if not worse than before if that was possible. You roll your eyes and walk away from the mirror to the shower, working up quite a sweat from all the work you’d just done. You take Mick’s flannel off smelling it and sighing throwing it into the hamper too, you peel off all of your clothes and turn around not in the mood to see your naked form just to end up hating every part of it. You throw your clothes into the laundry and get into the shower, you open your hair and let the hot water relax you. You tilt your head back and massage your shoulders, feeling even more stressed out now than before. You look at the wall in front of you and pinch the bridge of your nose. Sighing you finish off your shower, comb through your hair and wrap yourself in a towel. You go into your bedroom, avoiding the mirrors again. You head to your closet and pick out some loungewear, it was only 4, too early for sleep. It was hot so no sweats or anything long sleeved, you pick out a black camisole and matching shorts throwing them on the bed. Ever since being with Mick, he’d bought you loads of skimpy, black, lace clothing. You didn’t mind, he had pretty good taste, but you felt shitty right now not wanting to wear something so revealing in front of him. You sigh, standing in the mirror, you hold your hair up and turn side to side examining yourself again. ‘Fuck,’ you shake your head and hold your face in your hands. ‘Babe?’ You cringe, Mick catches you mid ‘self hate session’ he raises his brows at you and walks up behind you. You clutch the towel to yourself afraid he might try and resume activities from earlier in the day, you couldn’t handle being that vulnerable right now. He places a hand on your hip the other under your chin tilting it at an angle towards him, he kisses your cheek, ‘do you wanna talk about it?’ you shake your head and start to cry, he had a way with words that made you weak. He steps in front of you pulling you into a comforting hug, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your head. You bury your face in his chest and place your arms over his shoulders. You stay like that for a few minutes, he rocks you back and forth, his thumb gently caressing the bare skin of your upper back. You aren’t crying anymore but you’re still worked up, ‘Mick?’ he hums, ‘why do you love me?’ he pulls away and looks down at you, giving you an are you serious look but he sees the look in your eye and sighs. He leads you to the bed, he sits on it and stands you in front of him. He grabs your hands lacing your fingers together rubbing his thumbs over the skin of your much smaller hands. He lets go and pats his thighs, ‘come here,’ you’re a little apprehensive to sit intimately with him, he holds your hips gently pulling you closer, he looks up at you, ‘it’s alright sweetie,’ you nod and settle in his lap with your knees either side of his thighs. He holds your sides and softly kisses your forehead, you place your hands on his chest and you sigh still feeling incredibly shitty. ‘Where’s this coming from?’ He knew you didn’t just randomly feel this way, there was always something that would trigger it and if he knew what then he could help. He had a pretty good idea what, or more particularly who, caused this but he won’t force you to tell him anything you aren’t yourself ready for. You stay silent for a while, he doesn’t care, Mick was a very, very patient man so he just sits there too while you gather your thoughts. You chew the inside of your cheek, tapping his shoulders and your eyes were cast down, all tell tale signs of how worked up you are. You fiddle with the bottom of the towel picking at it, you open your mouth to talk but close it again, unsure about how to say what you wanted without sounding stupid. You shake your head slightly, ‘y/n, I hope you know you can tell me whatever is on your mind, don’t hide anything from me, please?’ You look at him, tears welling up slightly again. You wipe your eyes and nod, ‘uhm, earlier when you left, it was just me and Raya obviously. She just said some things to me that bothered me a little,’ you realise you’ve greatly undersold exactly just how badly what she said bothered you. He nods, ‘tell me what she said,’ your bottom lip trembles slightly and a few tears run down your cheeks, ‘she said you were wasting your time with me and that I have a ‘weird’ body’ you emphasise the word weird , it was a ridiculous thing to say, there’s no such thing as a ‘normal’ body, people were all different shapes and sizes and that was literally just science. But you knew she was trying to tell you that you weren’t good enough for Mick and the worst part was you believed it now. Mick tightens his hold on your waist every so slightly feeling protective of you, he wished he could shield you from all of that negativity but he couldn’t. ‘I’m sorry y/n’, you look at him and furrow your brows, ‘for what?’ He glances at the clothes you’d picked out earlier and grows angrier at the fact someone made you feel like that. He feels the soft silk of the set and smiles remembering how beautiful you look whenever you wear it. ‘I’m sorry you can’t see yourself through my eyes, because then you would never ever doubt yourself for even a split second. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can tell you why I love you but then we’d die here because the list is endless. I love you because every time I see your face it makes my day. I love you because you treat me like a human being. I love you because you support me in everything I do. I love you because you have never doubted my loyalty. I love you because you are intelligent. I love you because you work so hard everyday to be a better person than yesterday. I love you because you have the cutest smile ever. I love you because you have the prettiest colour eyes. I love you because you aren’t afraid to call me out on my BS. I love you because you treat my family like your own. I love you because you are always there for me. I love you because you don’t even realise how perfect you are. I love you because you never resent me when I leave you for nights on end. I love you bec-’ you cut him off enveloping him in a tight hug. You wrap your arms around his neck, he falls back on to the bed from the unexpected force. He laughs a little, you tighten your grip burying your face in his shoulder. ‘Thank you Micky, I love you too,’ he wraps his arms around your waist squeezing too. ‘I will never stop telling you how amazing you are y/n, you’re perfect, never let anyone let you feel like you aren’t. I’ll remind you everyday,’ you smile a few tears roll down your face. This time its out of happiness, your heart feels so full and you’d never felt so grateful to have anything before as you do to have Mick. You move your head so its level with his and kiss him, the kiss is passionate and full of love and affection. In the process of moving around your towel had slipped off a little. Mick pull back, ‘I’m gonna make you realise how beautiful you are,’ he looks into your eyes and grabs the front of your towel. He maintains eye contact with you as he slowly pulls it away from your body. He throws it to the side and sits up with you. He holds you by the back of your thighs and shifts so you’re underneath him. At this point you’re completely naked and he has too many clothes on. Well, it was just a tank and his jeans but it was still too much, you wanted to feel his skin too. He makes quick work of removing his shoes and pants. He peels his tank top off too but leaves his underwear. Still a tease. He settles in between your legs, you bend your knees and part them a little to accommodate his significantly larger frame. He runs his hands over your thighs and hips and leans down to kiss you, you moan softly when he rocks his hips into yours slowly. You deepen the kiss placing your hands on his shoulders, you move your hips slightly too, desperate for a little more friction. Perhaps on a different night you’d there would be more foreplay and teasing but Mick did not want to do that right now he just wanted you to feel good. He moves one hand and slips his underwear off completely sliding them off the bed along with your clothes from earlier. The feeling of his erection pressed against your head as he grinds against you has you losing it underneath him. You squirm a little, whimpering just waiting for him to take you. You were still horny from earlier today, the feeling rushing back so quickly. Mick moves his lips to your ear, ‘such a pretty girl on your back for daddy,’ you whine when he rubs the tip of his cock over your folds. He groans hearing your pretty moans and you wrap your legs around his waist arching your back slightly for him. He slides his cock slowly into your heat taking his time knowing you’d need stretching out a little. You grab the sheets bunching them up the more he slides in, he bottoms out eventually. You feel his cock twitch inside you and breathe out, he leans down kissing your neck softly, he wasn’t rough this time, making love to you. You place a hand behind his head pulling him down to kiss him, ‘fuck me. please?’, he smiles into the kiss and slides in and out slowly. You moan, the tip of his shaft hitting the right spot over and over again. You moans grow increasingly louder and louder as Mick fucks into you faster and faster. ‘Does that feel good princess?’ You nod and bite your lip when he thrusts even harder. He brings a thumb to your lips, swiping it across your lower lip, you take it into your mouth swirling your tongue around it. He brings his thumb to your swollen clit rubbing it in fast circles. You moan his name, ‘I’m gonna cum daddy’ he looks into your eyes, ‘its okay baby, cum for me princess’. He takes one of your legs hooking it over his shoulder, you scream when he keeps pounding into you, he continues rubbing your clit holding your abdomen with the other hand to pull your body down to meet his thrusts. Your toes curl and you dig your nails into his arm holding your abdomen. The coil in your stomach tightens, you squeeze your eyes closed and your orgasm hits you hard, you moan his name. He runs his hand over your stomach and lets go of your leg slowing down his thrusts as he approached his own climax. You keep your legs wrapped around his waist, you clench your walls around his dick and he moans falling forward spilling his seed into you. He rests his head in the crook of your neck leaving soft kisses on your shoulder. He shifts his hips a little to move his cock out of you but you wrap your legs around him tighter whining. He smirks and lets you have what you want. You smile and sigh, you loved the feeling of Mick filling you. You hum and hug Mick wrapping your arms around his neck. He rolls off of you to the side but pulls your body with him so you’re facing him. He kisses you softly as you hook one leg around his waist. You moan when he shifts a little a spike of pleasure shoots through you. You place your hands on his shoulders and get closer to him pressing your lips to his again. He places a hand on your lower back and the other under your knee pulling you even closer. He moves his hips again thrusting you in and out. You moan in sheer pleasure as he fucks you for the second time. You throw your head back and he leans forward nipping softly at the sensitive skin of your collarbones and neck. He kisses the pulse point of your neck, ‘are you going to cum for me again baby girl?’ you nod whimpering when his hand on your back squeezes your ass. ‘Yes daddy, make me cum again,’ he moans loving it when you talked dirty to him. He rolls you on top of him moving both hands up to your hips to pull you down to meet his strong thrusts. ‘Fuck,’ he moans seeing your breasts bounce in time with his thrusts, you moan and whimper uncontrollably being filled at this new angle was almost too much. You breathe erratically your climax building much faster this time, you struggle to hold yourself up anymore your legs trembling from the overstimulation, Mick puts his hands on your back pulling you down to him. He kisses your lips rubbing your back soothingly to calm you. ‘Don’t stop Micky’, he continues the pace of his thrusts gripping your ass to fuck into you harder. You moan and whimper into his ear, ‘fuck y/n, you’re gonna kill me’, you moan in sync with each of his thrusts. You grip the sheets beside you white knuckling as your release hits you again, your eyes roll into your head and you moan Mick’s name for the 1000th time tonight. He moans as you come undone on top of him. A few pumps later and he finishes inside you again. His cock softens slipping out of you with ease. You sigh feeling empty, Mick caresses your back slowly bringing you down from your high. Your legs already start to feel sore, you had to spread them so wide for him, it killed but was all worth it. You suck in a breath feeling the pain in your thighs mostly. He rubs your outer thighs massaging the muscles softly. You rest your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as it slows to its normal rate. You hum in content, Mick was the king of aftercare. ‘Does it hurt too much?’ he asks you, ‘no just a little, it’ll be worse in the morning,’ he smirks secretly he loved the idea that he could do that to you and you liked it. You sit up slowly resting your hands on his chest you lean forward a little. He moves his hands from your thighs to your hips helping you off of him. You sigh feeling more comfortable with your legs not stretched out over him. You bring your knees up a little sitting up on the bed, Mick brings a hand to your upper back caressing your bare skin, you look at him and smile. You felt a million times better now. You fall back onto your pillows and Mick wraps an arm around your shoulders bringing you close to him. ‘How are you?’ You turn in his grasp, ‘much better thanks to you,’ he leans down kissing you wrapping an arm around your waist. You rest your head on his chest, one hand over his abdomen, he was too built to wrap it around so it sort of just laid there but he liked it and so did you. You rake your nails over his sides in a soothing way and he traces circles down the curve of your spine. He settles his hand on your lower back, he rubs the back of your neck too resting his hand on the back of your head for a moment. He kisses the top of your head and continues rubbing your back, you hum in content running your hand up and down his sides. His hand was close to your ass, like always, you could feel the warmth radiate from his fingertips and it got you in the mood all over again. You shift a little underneath him and moan involuntarily when you feel his length against your bare leg. Mick doesn’t register whats happening until you look at him. You rest your chin on your arm across his chest giving him the most obvious ‘fuck me’ eyes ever. You bite your lip sitting up a little running your hands over his chest. He doesn’t do anything yet just lets you carry on, seeing how far you would go. You lean down to kiss him and he places his hands on your back again, you bite his lower lip a little and he groans not expecting it. You start kissing his neck and shoulders and move your lips to his ear, ‘daddy I want you to make me cum again,’ you giggle when he squeezes your ass, ‘such a dirty girl’ he stops your movements sliding you underneath him again. He spreads your legs again kneeling before you, ‘tell me what you want princess,’ you tilt your head ‘i want you to eat my pussy’. He smirks and cocks his brow at you, ‘daddy will you eat my pussy please?’ He leans down capturing you in a heated kiss, he knew how much you loved head, almost as much as him. He grinds against you slightly, you moan and he slips his tongue in to your mouth. ‘Are you my girl?’ You nod, he kisses down your neck and chest, ‘say it’, you moan when he kisses your nipples, he bites the flesh of your chest, ‘say it’. You moan, ‘i’m your girl daddy,’ he smirks swirling his tongue over the hickeys and taking your nipples into his mouth. You whimper at his touch as he kisses down your stomach. He swirls his tongue in your belly button and you giggle, he chuckles at your behaviour massaging your breasts. His tongue reaches your heat and he licks your core. You moan not expecting him to be so forward, he holds your hips and you interlace your fingers with his. His tongue flicks your clit rapidly and your orgasm rapidly builds up. You moan and whimper underneath his touch. ‘Mmm that feels so good daddy’ you moan erratically when he sucks harshly on your clit. He massages your left breast with his left hand and bring his right hand to your inner thigh. He softly caresses the skin and pushes it to the side fully exposing your entrance to him. He pulls away and rubs circles on your overstimulated clit and without warning inserts a finger into your entrance. You whine when he moves his lips close to your slick but doesn’t move. You wriggle your hips desperate for some friction. He doesn’t stop you like his typical dominant self would because tonight was all about you. He only holds your hips massaging the skin there to encourage you to relax, he adds another fingers brushing against your g spot. You moan loudly, ‘M-Mick, I’m gonna cum’, he kisses your clit and flicks his tongue against it, ‘cum for me baby’ his words send you tumbling over the edge again. You arch your back off the bed as he continues fingering you throughout your climax. He crawls up hovering over you, you smile feeling incredibly satisfied. Mick pins his hands over your head and slowly enters you. You gasp not expecting it, he sheaths his entire cock within your heat and you moan in delight. He slowly moves as you arch your back off the bed, your nipples brush against his chest causing Mick to breathe out. He kisses your neck and shoulder leaving soft love bites. His lips brush over a sensitive spot causing you to whine. ‘You deserve to be loved baby, every inch of your body deserves to be loved,’ he whispers to you. You attempt to move your hands, wanting to touch him but he tightens his grip causing you to groan, he smirks against your chest assaulting your nipples with his skilful tongue. ‘Please?’ He moans hearing how needy you are for his touch, ‘please what baby girl?’ you bite your lip and moan when he thrusts deeper inside of you. ‘Please can I touch you daddy?’ He smirks releasing his grip on your wrists and you run your hands over his broad shoulders, ‘mmm, you’re so hot’ you say to him. He kisses you passionately never getting used to your compliments. You feel yourself close to the edge but you need just a little more to get you there. ‘Harder please’, he groans and kneels up spreading your legs apart as wide as they could. He grabs your hips and fucks your pussy hard. You breasts bounce with each strong thrust and you claw the sheets. You moan and whimper underneath Mick feeling so oversensitive. You start to feel a little embarrassed as Mick holds you as he fucks you, realising just how much you’d let go tonight. You bite your lip to stifle your moans attempting to regain some composure, ‘no y/n, I want to hear you,’ he looks into your eyes encouraging you to be noisy. He squeezes your abdomen and you moan again. ‘That’s it baby, moan for me,’ He brings his thumb down to rub circles on your swollen clit. He starts slow and you moan louder wanting more friction. It’s like he can read your mind as he starts rubbing faster and harder. ‘I want to hold you’, Micks heart bursts. Even in such a heated moment you wanted his affection. He leans down and you wrap your arms around his neck kissing his neck softly. He keeps rubbing your clit and thrusting in to you. You rake your nails down his back and your legs start to tremble, partly from being spread for so long and partly from the multiple orgasms and the one you were about to have. He kisses your lips, and you moan against his mouth as your orgasm washes over you. You throw your head back screaming his name pretty loud, he moans too watching you absolutely lose it and spills his seed into you for the third time tonight. You breathe rapidly trying to control yourself. Mick pulls out of you and rubs your abdomen and legs giving you time to settle. He kneels in front of you, ‘you’re so pretty when you scream my name y/n’ you blush and hide your face in your hands. He laughs and easily pries your hands away. He leans forward kissing your nose, ‘don’t hide that beautiful face from me.’ You wrap your arms around his neck and the two of you just lay there for a while holding each other. It was crazy, your relationship. He was a big bad guy, he did scary and illegal things and you were a hard working, stressed out, ‘innocent’ medical student. You laugh, ‘what’s so funny?’ Mick rolls to the side not wanting to crush you and you remain on your back looking at the ceiling. ‘Do you ever think how much of a weird couple we are?’ He doesn’t respond right away, ‘we are like polar opposites,’ he hums, ‘yes we are but that doesn’t mean we can’t love each other. Opposites do attract don’t they?’. You roll over to face him flinging an arm across his abdomen and resting your head on his shoulder. ‘Yeah, something like that.’ He looks down at you and he can see the cogs turning in your mind. ‘I’ll never leave you,’ you clench your jaw a little, was this man a psychic or something. ‘I know that’s what you think about y/n, but I promise you, you do not need to ever worry about that happening.’ You sit up crossing your legs looking at him with a ponderous look in your eyes. He puts a hand on your thigh and caresses it lovingly, ‘you’re everything to me, all I could ever possibly need’ you don’t know what to say. You interlace your fingers with his and he kisses the back of your hand. You jump on top of him enveloping him in a bear hug, you are so much smaller than him so it really doesn’t faze him but he laughs and hugs you. ‘You are my home y/n.’ You squeeze him, ‘you are my home too Mick.’ He glances at the time it was 3.30. ‘My god, we were at it for almost 2 hours,’ you giggle. He runs his hands up and down your back, ‘does it hurt?’ You nod, ‘a little yeah’. He sighs, ‘it’s okay, I like it,’ you blush when he stops moving his hands and rests them on your ass. ‘You just can’t get enough can you?’ he teases you but he was right, you’d be his whore forever to be completely honest. He plays with your hair a little which was a plait but was now a mess. He takes your hair tie out and detangles it. It was very soothing and you felt yourself nodding off. He squeezes your shoulders, ‘don’t fall asleep honey, you’ll struggle tonight’ you groan and sit up. You grab Mick’s shirt throwing it on. ‘Coffee time’, you climb off of Mick’s lap and go to stand slowly. You wince when you put pressure on your feet and let out a breath. Mick just lays there looking amused but secrelty loving the fact you let him be so rough with you.

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celestialinception · 4 years ago

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When All is Right with the World

Summary: When the ministry issues a call out for the proving of blood status, Fred decides that it’s too dangerous for the Reader and him to be together, leading to unforeseen consequences.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Whump, brief mentions of torture, lots of angst. You know the drill.

A/n: This is set in Deathly Hallows after the golden trio have gone off Horcrux hunting. There will be a part two posted as well :)

Fred paced the flat, giving the appearance to George as if he was trying to wear a hole in the carpet. The clock on the wall chimed 6, startling the twins out of their thoughts. Both of them had been on edge since the Bill and Fleurs’ wedding, waiting for Deatheaters to turn up at their door at a moment’s notice. At this point, George could not remember the last time he had a good night’s sleep.

Fred resumed his pacing.

��Alright stop it, you’re going to do my bloody head in; stop walking.” Fred stopped. “Thank you. You know she’ll be back soon.” Y/n was due back from her shift at St. Mungo’s at any minute.

“I know. I know. That’s half the problem.”

George sighed. “So, you’re going to do it then?”

At that moment, Fred looked more tired than George had ever seen him. “I have to. I don’t have a choice.” Fred ran a hand over his eyes.

“Well you know how I feel on the subject but…”

“But nothing. I’ve told you why this has to happen.”

“And I’ve told you why we can make this work!”

Fred thought back to the conversation they last had on this topic earlier in the week.

“If she stays with us, she’s going to get hurt.”

“Look I get it. She’s my best friend as well. But at least if she is with us, she can have some protection.”

“Protection that will mean nothing if she gets targeted by a band of snatchers because she’s associating with blood traitors! She is better off as far away from us… and from me, as possible.”

“We can go and...”

“No. We can’t. She’s half-blood George, and her dad, the only one who could have proved her status mind, is dead. Besides, if they know she’s with me, they’ll target her to get me to spill information on Harry. For both of their sakes I can’t.” Fred looked out of the kitchen entryway back to their room where Y/n was sleeping.

“You’re not thinking this through. There are ways of hiding people.”

“You and I both know that that won’t work…”

Fred came back to the present and shook his head, “It’s not going to happen George, I’ve made up my mind.”

“You’re being a git! If you’d just think for once instead of being a bloody impulsive-”

“I WON’T HAVE HER DIE BECAUSE OF ME!” Fred’s voice cracked.

Unbeknownst to the twins, the door behind them creaked open as the third occupant of their flat walked in.

“I can’t..”

“Fred? Are you alright?” Y/n stood in the doorway, coat in hand, anxiously peering between the two of them. Fred felt as though an icy two-ton ball had just been dropped into his stomach.

“George, can you leave us alone for a minute please.”

George tried to protest.

“Please, George.”

Fred looked him dead in the eye and George, seeing that his twin would not be swayed from his decision, got up and headed towards their back door. He gave Y/n a small, sad smile, before he disappeared into the night.

“Fred, why did George look like that? What’s going on?”

Fred steeled himself for what had to be done. While he was turned away from Y/n it was easier to pretend he was emotionally shut off from the situation.

“We need to have a talk.”

“Are you okay? Did something happen?” Fred grimaced to himself and turned around.

“I think we need to talk about… us.” This is the only way to do it. The only way she’ll actually leave.

“Alright,” Y/n sat down on the couch, still holding onto her coat. Her fingers were twisting the belt. “Shoot.”

Fred took a deep breath, “I think it might be time that we stop this.”

“Stop what?”

“Our relationship. I want to see other people.”

“Other.. What? Are you serious?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Oh, wait a minute. No, no, no, no, this isn’t about other people. This is about me getting hurt isn’t it.” Y/n paused for a minute, as if she was expecting Fred to nod yes emphatically and ask for forgiveness. He wanted to.

“I told you I’m not…”

Fred lied through his teeth, “This isn’t about that. I don’t want to be in this relationship anymore.”

She was beginning to look hurt now, he pressed on. “I don’t want to be tied down anymore. This is not working for me. I’m tired of this,” he gestured between them

“But you said that-” Break it off now quick like ripping off a plaster.

“I don’t love you anymore.” He heard her quick intake of breath.

She then started to laugh. It was high and sharp and completely unbecoming to her.

“You’re joking right now. I know you are, and George is going to pop out any minute, but I can tell you, this is not funny.” She got up from the couch and moved closer to him. Her finger poked him in the chest. “You can stop the charade now. You’re not like this, you’re not this cruel. If this is not about trying to protect me and this is a joke you need to stop now. It’s not funny and it hurts.”

Her eyes were shining with tears. It took all his strength not to pull her closer, but to instead move away.

“This is not a prank. I’m being honest. I’m done.”

“Can I get an actual reason why?” Because this is for your own good.

“I’ve changed. I don’t love you anymore. You are not a person that I want to keep in my life. I want to find someone who can actually do that for me.” Lies, Lies, Lies.

“Oh. And you’re sure about that?”

He almost choked, “Positive.”

“Well then” She was avoiding looking into his eyes. “I guess we’re done then.”

She looked at the wall and he stared at his feet, fearing that if he saw her eyes or trembling lip the whole charade would come crashing down.

Her voice was tight and shaky, “If you give me half an hour I can be out of here with my stuff.”

He nodded, still not looking at her. He walked to the door, and opened it, the cool night air chilling him.

“Say goodbye to George for me.”

He looked through the doorway to see her one last time, standing with her back facing him, the yellow light from the kitchen giving her an almost otherworldly glow.

Before he lost resolve he shut the door, and walked away, leaving her behind.

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Y/n held her breath, ears straining for the sound of branches cracking from outside her tent. She silently cursed as the now falling snow would muffle the footsteps of any passers-by, making it even more difficult to escape if the snatchers uncovered her hiding spot.

After the ministry had issued the call out for the proving of blood status, Y/n had begun to move from place to place, only stopping for the night, and always leaving before daybreak. With Fred out of the picture, there had been nothing holding her to London, and so she had set off, staying at little inns under false names, trying to destroy any trail she may be unintentionally creating.

Despite creating distance between herself and London, Fred still managed to pop himself into her thoughts no matter where she went. On one rather depressing occasion, she mistook a muggle in the street for him, and when she got back to her bed at the tavern, spent the rest of the evening drinking down a particularly big bottle of firewhisky.

She hadn’t forgiven him. That, she was very firm to maintain with herself. Not only what he’d done but how he had done it, had hurt, and Y/n was adamant that she would never let that happen again.

But despite not forgiving him she still had relapses in missing the life she had had. The evenings at the Leaky Cauldron after they were both too tired from work to actually cook. Sitting in the twin’s office gleefully testing out their new projects. The peaceful breakfasts when the shop had to open early, where the streets outside were calm, and lamps were still shining mutedly through the morning mist. Those mornings had been her favourite, where all had seemed to be right in her world. And now her mornings were spent on the run avoiding snatchers.

It was pitch black in her tent, and Y/n closed her eyes, concentrating on trying to make out the soft sounds outside. In the last couple of towns she had stayed in, she had caught glimpses of snatchers, and when she saw them in the last inn she was staying at, had folded up her small bag of luggage and apparated to the next town over. On the outskirts of the town was a dense forest, and so after purchasing a tent from a nearby muggle camping shop, she hiked up into the woods praying that she would be so deeply concealed that the snatchers would give up.

A rustle on her left made her inhale sharply, and Y/n bit her lip in an effort not to make a sound. Then she heard them.

“How long we gonna be Scabior? I’m just ‘bout freezin’ my bloody pants off out here. I don’t think the girl’s around. We would have seen her by now.”

“We are goin’ to be as long as it takes. I know she’s ‘round here. There were footprints ‘bout a mile back.”

Shit. Y/n had placed concealment charms around the campsite, but she must have forgotten to clear-out her tracks from earlier. She had made the tent invisible, but she had not had time to cast a muffliato charm before they came closer. She didn’t dare speak now, not when they were so close.

“We’ll canvas the area a little longer, and ‘en we’ll go. If my source’s right, she’s the girlfriend of one o’ the Weasleys.” Scabior spat on the ground, “Filthy little blood trai’ors they are. But she’ll be good leverage for them to spill on Potter’s whereabouts. The dark lord will be most pleased. And then they’ll be a nice little reward for those who helped bring that about.” The group murmured in agreeance and continued trudging their way around Y/n’s campsite.

Once they were far enough away, Y/n performed the muffliato spell and began packing up her things in the tent. She needed to move, now. If she got caught there was no one coming to rescue her.

“I don’t think she’s here, Scabior.” Another voice Y/n had not heard before spoke up. There were at least three snatchers then. They were making their way back through the site and her escape was becoming more necessary by the minute. She would never be able to get past three of them.

“Well ‘en, I s’pose we can..” The tent shook slightly as Scabior fell down. With icy dread she realised he had fallen over one of her guy ropes. “Wha’ the.. There’s somethin’ invisible ‘round ‘ere!”

They were going to find her. Dread filled her as she knew she needed to do everything in her power to save Harry. Y/n acted on instinct.

Out of the tip of her wand, the form of a beautiful, shining unicorn appeared and bowed its head. Y/n spoke lowly and quickly.

“George, I have been, or will soon be, caught by snatchers.” She inhaled sharply, trying to stop the fear in her voice. “They are going to use me to get to Fred and Harry. They still think we’re together and they’re coming for you at the Burrow. Get Fred and yourself out of there and don’t tell them anything! Protect Harry at all costs, he’s the only one who can get us out of this.” Her voice nearly broke “Please be careful. Tell Fred I...” Y/n screamed as two hands grabbed her from behind and began to pull her out of the tent. The unicorn ran off, fading through the wall of the tent.

“Now look what we ‘ave ‘ere.” Y/n wand was ripped out of her hands. “I think we just found the key to mister Pottah. Stand up there pre’tty, I ‘aven’t got all day.”

Y/n was forced to her feet.

“Now look at that. Not too shabby for a thief.” Scabior trained his wand on her.

“I’m not a..”

“Save it, pre’tty. No point denyin’ that you stole your magic.”

“I’m half-blood. My father was..” Y/n was cut off again, this time by one of the other snatchers.

“Don’t matter what your father was, unless he can come and explain to the ministry that you’re his daughter. But wait, he can’t. ‘Cause he’s dead.” He chuckled nastily. “But that’s not the most important thing right now love, we’ve got another purpose for you.”

Scabior was growing impatient. “Rookwood, grab ‘er and let’s go. We’re goin’ to take her to Malfoy’s.”

“Right you are then,” With a flick of his wand, ropes tied around Y/n’s feet, hands, and mouth. Every time Y/n struggled they grew tighter.

“You’d best stop with that, or you might not ‘ave hands and feet by the time we are done with you. Although you might not ‘ave ‘em even without the ropes.” The snatchers laughed as Y/n was secured and her ropes held onto by Rookwood. With a stinking warm breath, he simpered in her ear, “Hold on tight.” Y/n couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran down her back.

They disapparated away from the camp.

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The Burrow was quiet. Without the usual hubbub of everyone in the family going on with their day to day activities, the house was almost silent, with the only noises to be heard being Molly’s knitting needles. Fred did not like it at all.

With the shops business being reduced to Owl-orders, the twins had had more time to visit their family. George was currently upstairs twiddling with a new design, and Fred assumed his father was playing again with the muggle radio he had gotten for his birthday. Fred himself was distractedly musing over accounts, one of the only terrible parts of his job. Still, it was a way to pass the time. It was all he seemed to do these days, work, sleep and sometimes talk on Lee’s show Potterwatch.

The clock chimed 9;30 against the silence, and Fred put his head in his hands. He contemplated going up to bed, but upon remembering his argument with George earlier in the evening, decided against it.

George had snapped at him after Fred had only distractedly listened as he listed the new modifications he was planning for one of the new products. He had rounded on Fred, telling him he was bloody useless while he was so hung up on feeling sorry for himself and that if he was going to keep being a prat, the least he could do was fake interest in their livelihood. Fred had then immediately bit back, which had ended in a full-out argument between the two. Arthur had stepped in after they had started to shove each other around, and Molly had ordered them to go to other ends of the house, to which the twins had no issue with doing. Fred had been at the kitchen table doing accounts since.

The clattering of knitting needles on the wooden table shook Fred out of his reverie.

“Alright, you and I need to have a talk” Molly Weasley pulled out a chair opposite to her son.

“You and George don’t argue. And what your father and I saw up there was not usual.”

“We argue all the time. That’s what siblings do.”

“Yes, but not like this. And this has been happening a lot lately. Is this about Y/n?”

“Mum…” Fred sighed dejectedly

“Is it? Because I know George misses her so I can’t imagine how you are feeling.” She gave him a pointed look. Fred started to defend himself, but she cut him off,

“Cut it out Fred, I know you didn’t break up with her because you didn’t love her anymore. I saw the way you two looked at each other. It was the way your father looks at me.” She smiled at him softly.

Fred got frustrated then. Why can’t they understand?

“I had to Mum, she’s in enough danger as it is. There’s no one to vouch for her blood status. I had to, for her sake. She would never have gone if I didn’t make up another excuse.”

“But dear, why not…”

“He would have used her to get to me and to Harry. He would have tortured her Mum. Maybe even killed her. How could I live with myself knowing that she died because of me? At least now she has a chance of escape.” Tears were in his eyes now.

Molly sighed. She stood up and walked around the table.

“Stand up,” he looked at her in disbelief, “Come on, up you get.”

He stood up and she drew him into a hug,

“Listen to me. I know you did what you thought was best, but I think it’s time you go and straighten this all out. Just because there is a chance of something happening it doesn’t mean it will necessarily happen. We are always, always stronger when we are together. And at least you will be able to protect her then. Just, tell me you’ll think about it?”

He pulled out of her embrace and slowly nodded. Her eyes were sad as she looked up at him.

“Now, I think you should go and talk to your brother. Despite what you may have been thinking, he is not actually mad, he’s just having a hard time of it, just like you. Go talk to him.”

“Yes Mum.” He gave her a quick hug once more. “Thank you”

“No problem, dear. Go on, up you go.” She shooed him out of the kitchen.

Fred climbed up to the landing where their shared room was.

“George?” he knocked on the door. After hearing George’s admittance, he twisted the doorknob and walked into the room.

“Look mate, I’m sorry I…” Fred trailed off as he took in the large translucent Patronus that was in his and George’s room. “When did this….?”

“Just now.” George was stunned.

The Unicorn’s mouth opened, and Y/n’s voice rang out,

“George, I have been, or will soon be, caught by snatchers.”

Fred’s pulse began to quicken as fear gripped him like a vice. “Oh my god.”

He could hear her breathing quickly, the fear in her voice shook him to the core.

“They are going to use me to get to Fred and Harry. They still think we’re together and they’re coming for you at the burrow. Get Fred out of there and don’t tell them anything! Protect Harry at all costs, he’s the only one who can get us out of this.”

George looked from the Patronus to Fred, his expression shocked.

They turned their attention back to the Patronus as Y/n’s voice cracked. Fred could tell she was crying.

“Please be careful. Tell Fred I…” The Unicorn opened its mouth and let out Y/n’s piercing scream before fading away into nothingness.

The desk chair flipped over as George stood up out of it so quickly.

Their voices rang out in unison, “We need to go.”

The twins ran out down the flight of stairs. Fred’s heart was in his throat. I shouldn’t have sent her away

Molly began to shout from the floor below “Boys! For Merlin’s sake what are you…” She stopped as the two bounded into the kitchen.

Fred spoke out, “Y/n is in trouble, she’s been caught by snatchers. We need to go.”

Molly’s eyes flickered between the twins, searching for answers, “What do you mean she’s been caught by snatchers?”

“I just got a Patronus from her. They are taking her to get information on Harry.” George answered his mother, “They’re coming for Fred. We need to go and save her, and we need you to cover for us.” He gestured between Molly and Arthur who had just walked into the kitchen.

Arthur looked at his wife. “If Y/n was taken by snatchers they would have gone to Malfoy Manor. That’s a base of operations for them.”

Molly tried to interject, “Arthur we can’t-“

“Molly, the boys are right, they will suspect them coming if all of us are gone. We can track how they are doing with the clock.” Arthur gestured to the tall grandfather clock that was sitting in the living room, “If they get in trouble, then we apparate in and get them out quickly.”

Molly was still not convinced.

“But..”

Fred slammed his fist down on the table. “The longer we wait the more time they have to do something to her.” He looked at George, “We are going now. Tell Bill to be ready to come and back us up. Either George or I will send a Patronus if things start to get bad. George, let’s go.”

The twins stood back ready to apparate when Mr. Weasley stopped them.

“Get in and out quickly, don’t let them see you. Sneak in from the back and stick together. If anything at all goes wrong, you send word immediately; Understand?”

The twins nodded solemnly. They stepped back from the table, nodded to each other, and apparated out of the Burrow.

Arthur took Molly into his arms. He murmured into her hair, “They’ll be fine. I’ll call around for back-up. Just keep an eye on the clock.”

Molly nodded and once Arthur left the room, picked up her knitting and went and sat in the lounge directly opposite the clock. It was going to be a long night.

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The cold lights burned harshly at Y/n’s eyes as she was transported into Malfoy Manor. Rookwood, who had kept his grip tight on the ropes binding her hands, threw her down onto the cold marble floor, walking away with her wand still tight in his grasp.

Y/n landed poorly, and pain seared through her side and shoulder. She tried to move back to her feet, but the ropes only grew tighter. She tried to slow down her breathing, don’t panic that won’t get you anywhere. Just keep breathing, nice and slow.

A sharp, cool voice echoed around the marbled hall, “What is the meaning of all this commotion? Who is the girl?”

From Y/n’s spot on the floor, she saw the figure of Lucius Malfoy walk through to the snatchers.

“This girl’s the key to findin’ Pottah! She’s one of the Weasley twins’ girlfriends. He’ll have to give us the whereabouts of Pottah when he sees how bad we’ve bloodied her up.” Scabior replied gleefully, seeming to take great joy in the pain she was about to be afflicted with.

Lucius took interest immediately, “Sounds like you might have actually done something correctly for once. I’m assuming she’s not pureblood, and that no one is coming to help her? I trust I won’t have an invasion on my hands Scabior, because if I do I will be most displeased. ”

“No, she’s got no connections, we should be…”

While this exchange was occurring Y/n had managed to relax enough to let the ropes around her mouth fall down onto her chin. She had to make an attempt to keep them away from Fred.

“He won’t talk, you know. We broke up. Months ago. He would never betray Harry, especially not for me. Bad luck guys, you’ve got the wrong girl.” Y/n stated this with a false sense of bravado.

“Ha! Listen to ‘er.” Rookwood crouched down and lifted her chin higher. His foul breath wafted into her face as she tried to squirm away. The ropes around her got tighter and were becoming very uncomfortable now.

“Even if I believed you - which I don’t- I still know you’ve known those identical weasels for years. They don’t have it in ‘em to let ya die. Won’t stop me though. And I might get to have a bit of fun while I do it” His grip became tight on her jaw.

“Rookwood,” Lucius summoned Rookwood back to their conversation, “You can play with your new toy later.” He addressed Scabior and the other snatcher, “Go to that pigsty they call a house and tell them we have the girl. Bring this..” He stalked over to one of the side tables and picked up one of two silver two-way mirrors, “That way you can show that you actually have her.”

“Who made you-“

Lucius made an impatient sound, “If you have a better plan then by all means go ahead, but as it is my house and this is the only way of not having to transport her, or one of them here, I suggest you do as I say.”

Scabior opened his mouth to speak, and obviously thinking better of it, shut it again and nodded mutely.

“Very well. Get going then.” Lucius waved Scabior and the nameless snatcher off, and in a blink of an eye, they were gone.

Rookwood remained, uncomfortably close to Y/n. Lucius turned to him, “I do believe it would speed negotiations along if you damaged her a little before they see her.” Rookwood’s eyes shone in glee. “Don’t make too much of a mess. I’ll be back soon to check on your progress.” He turned on his heel and once checking that the second mirror was placed carefully on the mantlepiece, walked out of the hall.

Y/n’s unkempt hair and dirt-covered clothes were easily visible in the mirror. They had put her right on display for one of the most sickening exhibitions in the world. Her reflection was gone as Rookwood stalked over to her, a shining silver knife in his grasp.

It was becoming very difficult not to panic now.

“You see, pretty, Cruciatus curse really won’t do the trick for what we’re tryin’ to achieve here.” He knelt down on the floor, “We gotta make you look the part. Now, anytime you want ta’ tell me something about mister Potter you can go right ahead, and we can stop this unpleasantness. I won’t lie and say I’ll be relieved to stop carvin’, but it’ll definitely be a lot easier for you.”

“You’ll never get anything out of me.” Y/n spat in his face.

He grinned, seemingly not to be angered by the act of disrespect, “Excellent”

Rookwood gently bought the knife down and sliced under her collar bone. Y/n writhed in pain, tears streaming as she started to scream.

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Earth is A Deathwrold, “The Forest.”

Wrote a little something to start your day off or maybe finish it, who knows. Have a great day everyone :)

“My family has lived in these mountains for more than three thousand years.”

“How can you be sure of that.”

“Because we have records going back two thousand years and then records of my family's tribe before that. For that reason, no one knows these mountains better than I do, and even then, I still don’t know everything there is to know. Every time I go out in the woods, I feel something new.” Krill glanced over at Sunny. If he could raise an eyebrow he would have.

OF all the places they could go on their weekend, and she had decided to go on a guided hike. This would be just like something Adam would do.

He thought of all the people he wouldn’t have to remind Sunny how dangerous Earth forests were with their trees, and animals, and poisonous plants, and, well, pretty much everything.

“Don’t give me that look, Krill. You know if Adam was here he would take us out to do the same thing, and you needed to quit moping anyway. He’s going to be back soon.”

Krill crossed his arms emphatically, “I am not moping.”

“You are too moping, and it’s honestly kind of pathetic. You get all cranky when Adam isn’t around.”

“That's because I worry about his health and safety.”

“He’s a grown man.”

“He's a man child.”

She sighed and turned back to look at their guide who was staring on in mild amusement. This human had dark tan skin, deep brown eyes and long dark hair pulled back from his face. He wore a green ranger’s uniform, but she knew for a fact he was off duty, “We’re ready.”

He smiled, and motioned them to follow him.

Krill held onto Sunny's shoulder as they followed the human into the woods.

“Aren't we going to take a trail?”

“You don’t need a trail when you have me.”

“I definitely think a trail would-.”

“Is your mind ever still?”

Sunny shoo her head, “No, never, not even a little bit.”

“Well try. I can’t show you anything if you don’t also listen.”

“Now that just makes no sense.”

Sunny huffed and the ranger sighed, “There is more in these woods to hear that there is to see. The wind leaves the animals.” Then past over soggy earth and into a meadow filled with bright wildflowers. Krill was about to ask another question, but the ranger held up a hand despite not looking at him, “Shhh, just listen, to the silence.”

Krill turned to glower at Sunny, and she smirked at him, but he angrily did as told focusing away from his eyes and towards his ears. He could hear the wind in the trees, the distant chirp of birds, rustling in the underbrush, their feet as it moved over packed earth. In the silence there was also a strange rushing. A sort of white noise that you expect to find at the ocean but comes from deep within the mountains.

He watched their new human friend from the corner of his eye as it led them deeper into the mountains. For all sunny knew this creature was more interested in killing them and eating them.

How did she even know him?

With his usual paranoia, krill continued to watch as the green clad human lead them through patches of shadow, over rocks and through little mountain gullies. He used no trail, but it seemed as if all of his senses were alive, following something into the forest. He used his hands to trace over rough packed dirt He scanned his eyes through the underbrush and lifted his head eyes closed allowing little gusts of air to sweep hair about his face.

He listened, and occasionally, krill thought he saw the human smelling at the air.

And as they went they were led deeper and deeper into the forest, krill had to admit that there was something peaceful about it, almost surreal, like being removed from one’s own head and being surrounded by the quiet.

A couple of times, he thought he saw the human smiling over his shoulder at him.

They had made it a good hour or two into the woods when they broke into a nearby clearing. Sunny was about to step out with him, but right at the edge of the treeline, she was stopped by the human, who had pulled back into the shadows.

Sunny blinked and looked around. Krill did as well.

The ranger shook his head.

Krill looked over Sunny’s shoulder, but in the clearing, he saw nothing, nothing except for a strangely geometric circle of wildflowers, in the middle of which there was nothing but a barren patch of dirt.

That was strange, there seemed to be nothing growing inside that circle.

“We go around.” he muttered

“Why?”

“Because, we don’t want to trespass.”

“Trespass on what exactly?” Krill found himself whispering.

“Well, the fey, of course.” The human smiled at him, and he wasn’t entirely sure if the creature was pulling his leg or not.”

“What are the fey?”

The human smiled again slowly motioning him to follow as he led them around the open circle, “The fey or fairies, are a group of mystical creatures known to make mischief. Most of the time if you trespass on their land you forfeit your rights as human, and the laws of the fey world become absolute. If you take anything from a fey, you are immediately required to stay with them for the rest of eternity. There are many rules governing the world of the fey, so it is best just to avoid team.”

Krill snorted, “Ah yes…. fairies .”

“You laugh, but through all these years as a ranger, I have seen things I cannot explain.”

“Like what.”

“Like the time someone went missing in the forest. He was lost on a relatively well traveled hiking trail. We didn’t find him for over six months. The search party was called off after those first few weeks. Six months later I am hiking in an unrelated part of the forest forty miles away n the other side of a mountain, and I find this man’s decomposing corpse hanging from a forty-foot tall tree with impact wounds that looked like he had been dropped from a great height. There were no cliffs in the area, and it appeared as if the man had died three months earlier.”

Rill frowned. The math on that didn’t particularly add up.

“Then a year ago we went looking for a missing child. His parents turned around for five seconds and when they turned back he was gone. I found his body forty feet up a sheer cliff-face stuffed into a crevice five months later. He had been dead only two hours, and was wearing the same clothes he had been lost in.”

Sunny’s eyes widened and Krill snorted.

He was expected to believe that?

The ranger waved at him, “Say what you will, but the forest is a dangerous and unusual place if you don’t know how to respect her.”

“Would you say you are superstitious then?”

“Very. Look, I can’t explain everything in the world, and I have no desire to do so. I see no harm in giving things the respect they deserve even if, later, it turns out I was wrong”

The human was not particularly kidding about him being superstitious. More than a few times, he leads them around strange objects or formations. There was at one point, a time when they were heading towards another low gully in the middle of the woods, and all of a sudden their entire party grew very uneasy.

The woods seemed darker to Krill than they had before.

But he shook it off.

Sunny seemed to be behaving similarly.

But the ranger, he looked downright terrified, grabbed the two of them by the arm and pulled them away quick time setting them to a low jog in the opposite direction.

Sunny and Krill stared at him in confusion not entirely sure what to make of it.

“What was that all about.”

The human just shook his head, “We were not welcome?”

“From what.”

“Does it matter. When you are not welcome somewhere, you do not question it.”

“What are you worried about angering the wendigo.”

It was at that moment that Krill was pretty sure he had made a huge mistake, as the human grabbed him and had a hand pressed over his mouth in under a millisecond flat. Even sunny looked shocked, “We do not joke about those ind of things here.”

He let Krill go, and Krill stared on in confusion and mild terror.

“I come from a line of people who believe you can attract things to you based off the kind of energy you put off. Now I don’t know if it’s true or not, but joking about something’s existence is bound to piss it off enough to test its patience.” he took a deep breath and adjusted his shirt, ‘now there are a few other things it could have been. It could have been the den of a mountain lion, or a bear. It could have been a subliminal sense of danger, an incorrect smell, or the way the rocks looked. Or it could simply have been us all getting paranoid at once, but whatever it is, I would rather be safe than sorry. Now come on, let’s take you back.”

Krill stayed quiet and tried not to joke more about the supernatural things. Apparently humans tended to take that sort of thing seriously. They heard more stories form the strange ranger, about finding people in places they shouldn't be, staircases in strange places, the sudden loss of time.

“There was one point, when I was doing some training out in the field. We were on top of a mountain, and I went off to go to the bathroom. It was so weird, after I was finished, it was like time seemed to slow down. I got starving, and I was looking around in the forest thinking I might be able to find something to eat. I was so hungry. It was all I could think about, and then suddenly I see one of the other rangers, sort of snaps me out of how hungry I was.” He shrugged, “I raise my hand to him and this guy looks terrified, he runs up to me, and he’s going off about where was I and what was I doing, what is going on we have been looking for you Of course, I am super confused and as what he’s on about, and this guy looks at me, and he’s all like you have been missing for three days.”

Krill and sunny stared at him

“I know, strange isn’t it. To me it almost seemed like hours. But it was three days and almost twenty miles over to the next mountain ridge. I don’t remember any of it.”

“Sounds like a dissociative fugue.”

“Maybe, whatever i was it was strange.” Behind them, the sun was just beginning to fall and the undergrowth was heading towards a deep black. They could see the parking lot just ahead of them, and it was at that moment, a blood curling shriek echoed up from the trees at their back.

Sunny leaped nearly a foot.

Krill squealed

The ranger jumped.

The scream came again.

It sounded like a woman’s voice in absolute gut wrenching agony. Like she was being eviscerated from the inside moving out.

The ranger turned back towards the trees his chin down his eyes up, “Get back to the car, but don’t run.”

“Don’t run! Don’t run.”

“Yes don’t run. It’s a mountain lion.” he stared hard into the trees, “It is a mountain lion and if you run it will have no other choice than to chase you. They don’t like to attack from the front and running will trigger her hunting instincts. Walk backwards towards the car very slowly and do not take your eyes off the treeline.”

Off to his side, krill heard a sharp metallic snik and watched as Sunny’s spear suddenly appeared in hand.

Of course, she wasn’t worried.

But together they backed towards the truck and got in.

As their headlights turned on, the high beams broke over a body hunched up against the treeline.

Sunny cursed in Drev.

The ranger nodded, “See, mountain lion.”

Krill stared in paralyzed horror at the massive cat as it stalked back into the trees. “Going to have to call that in. She is way to close to the trails for comfort, someone is going to get hurt.”

As they were driving away, Krill glanced back towards he woods, and did a double take as he thought he saw a tall willowy figure standing at the edge of the treeline in almost the same spot as the mountain lion with glittering red eyes, but when he looked again it was gone.

He sat back in his seat eyes straight forward.

He had a greater appreciation for the woods now because, for some reason, on earth nature is connected to something strange an unexplainable, and whatever it is krill was not interested in finding out.

#earth is a deathworld #Earth is space Ausralia #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #HUMANS ARE WEIRD

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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Dangerous Combination ~ MYG [Request]

↣↣↣Word Count: 1.9k

↣↣↣Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

↣↣↣Genre: Fluffy, crack?

↣↣↣A/n: Hope this is okay for you sweetie, I went for a little humour with it as well so I hope that’s alright with you

Yoongi eyed you up from the side of the bed so you faked another cough and he went to fetch you some water,

"You sure you'll be okay?" He questioned when he came back into the room holding the glass of freshwater you nodded up at him and sat up in the bed leaning your back against the headboard.

"I'll be fine Yoongi, you have to be at the studio all day so I'll spend the day in bed." He stared at you and put his hand on the top of your head to feel for your temperature, you were warm because of the hot water bottle and three blankets you were snuggled underneath but he didn't need to know that.

"You're burning up." He groaned but you reassured him that you would be fine and he should go to work or he'd be in trouble, he gave you a kiss on the cheek before leaving his dorm room and going to find Jin. You'd been trying to make him leave for the last hour so you could finally go on a hiking trail that Namjoon had found for you both to explore but Yoongi was adamant about you not going.

You were sitting in Yoongi's studio dropping hints about going out with Namjoon that weekend to go hiking but Yoongi was saying no from the start. He was really protective when it came to you because he loved you too much for something to happen to you and he really didn't want you and Namjoon to be together because every time you were alone together it was bad news for you both and everything around you.

"Everytime you two are together something always get destroyed or someone gets hurt." You shook your head sucking on the boba straw and swallowing the liquid,

"That is not true. Name one time!" You defended looking at Yoongi who was now turning around in his office chair to face you, you stood your ground wanting to hear what was so bad about you and Namjoon being around one another.

"You're both too clumsy to be left alone," You rolled your eyes at him and leant back against the sofa, folding your arms across your chest you stared at him.

"I'm not clumsy, the floor just likes me too much and stuff gets in my way." He chuckled at your poor attempt to get him to give in and let you go hiking with Namjoon, another clumsy person.

"I still don't see the big deal." He sighed coming over to you, he sat down next to you and pulled your head to rest on his shoulder.

"You're not going, what if something happens and I'm not there." You looked at the floor in front of you trying to come up with some excuse about it but he began listing off things that had happened when you were alone with Namjoon.

"You broke your leg remember, all you did was go swimming together and I got a call telling me that you had broken your leg." You began to realise that you and Namjoon were probably a dangerous combination together but he was one of your best friends and you'd been dying to go to the hiking trail since he'd shown you the photos of it all.

"It's a walk-"

"Up a hill, over slippy rocks and what if you both fall while you're out there?" You sighed knowing you weren't going to win this argument with him and he was going to keep going on and on about how terrible it would be out there for you to go so you just agreed.

"What are you thinking about?" Namjoon asked as you climbed over a fallen tree trunk, you'd been walking around the wooded area for the last hour and it had been beautiful the greenery everywhere was relaxing your mind and there was still the best bit to come, there was a huge waterfall right at the edge that Namjoon had found when he came out last time. It was one of the main reason you wanted to go along with him that time, the photography opportunity was too much to miss even if it did mean lying to your boyfriend.

"Just Yoongi, I hate lying to him Namjoon." You told him as he held back some bushes for you to step through and he sighed wrapping his arm around your shoulders and walking with you.

"Once he sees how great this was for you I'm sure it'll be fine." You agreed with him and he held his finger up to his lips telling you to be quiet, you frowned before you heard it. The sound of gushing water and then birds tweeting back and forth to one another, it was serene and instantly made you feel relaxed all thoughts of guilt melting from your mind as you just listened to nature.

Yoongi had never been one for nature walks so whenever you got the chance to do something like this you savoured every moment you had out there.

"The waterfall is just over there," You followed Namjoon and looked over the edge and your stomach dropped, it was a huge fall if either of you were to slip right now and then Yoongi's words flooded back into your head reminding you that you and Namjoon were both clumsy.

"Wait!" You called out and Namjoon grabbed onto you thinking you were falling but once he saw you were stable and just a little freaked out he relaxed,

"It's fine, the rocks are dry and on the way down there's a rope to hold onto." He comforted you and you both began to make your way down, you clutched onto the rope thinking back to Yoongi.

"Whoa," Namjoon said as you reached the bottom, you looked up to see the white water dropping down to the rocky bottom of the pool and smiled to yourself, you took out your camera snapping a couple of photos.

"Here, I'll get some of you." Namjoon took your camera and you sat on a rock in front of the water and he began snapping photographs before swapping places and having you photograph him.

You looked down at the water and instantly felt at home here, you'd always had a weird obsession with nature and anything like this, anything that didn't look like it was supposed to be somewhere interested you.

"Aren't you glad you came out here?" Namjoon asked when you both began packing up, it was getting late and Yoongi would be finishing up soon so you had to get back to meet him and soften him up before telling him where you had been that day.

"Just one more photo." You said to Namjoon as you got up from the floor, you stepped back so you could capture the entire waterfall in one photo but you missed your footing and you ankle twisted,

"Fuck!" You screamed out throwing your arms out to try and stop yourself from falling but all that did was send your camera crashing onto the floor and you fell backwards hitting your head on one of the rocks behind you.

"Y/N!" Namjoon screamed rushing to your side to see what had happened and you hissed as he sat you up,

"My head." You whimpered doing your best not to break down in tears at the sudden throbbing headache you were having, it was a pounding, throbbing pain right between your eyes and then all around your head and it was starting to blur your vision but that could have also been the tears that were building up.

"I'm going to check if you're bleeding." You almost screamed as Namjoon touched the back of your head that had come into contact with the rock but he came shook his head.

"You're fine but let's get you home and call a doctor." He said looking at you, he slowly stood you up and noticed that you were swaying a little so he put you onto his back wanting to get you back to the car and home as quickly as possible.

"Y/n I swear to god if you close your eyes I will poke you in them," Namjoon said nervously as you sat in your bed, he'd gotten you home and managed to convince Yoongi that you wanted him to get you something from the shop to keep him away from the dorms a little longer.

"I'm tired Namjoon." You mumbled tiredly, the doctor was running late and he was starting to get worried about you because your eyes were getting heavy and you kept complaining about your head hurting you.

"Just don't go to sleep yet, the doctor has to see you first and then you have to watch Yoongi kill me for letting you go with me." You giggled tiredly at the thought of that and Namjoon smiled as you clung onto him. He began jumping up and down in the bed to try and keep you awake but you cried out about how it was hurting your head so he stopped.

"Doctor is here!" Jungkook screamed opening the front door and letting the doctor into the house and bringing him up to see you.

"Thank you for coming on short notice." Namjoon sighed looking away from you and over to the doctor who sat down beside you on the bed,

"What happened to your girlfriend Mr Kim?" The doctor questioned but something hit the floor and all eyes turned to see Yoongi standing there at the door holding your favourite ice cream brand.

"What did happen to MY girlfriend Namjoon?!" He asked looking away from you and over to Namjoon who was panicking already.

"Thank you Doctor, I'll make sure she takes the tablets and rests up." The door to the bedroom shut and you were left alone with Namjoon and a pissed off Yoongi who was turning red in the face with every passing second.

"I told you not to go out." He said to you and then looked at Namjoon who was trying to sneak out of the room but failing badly,

"I told you not to take her." You looked at Yoongi and tried to shake your head,

"Baby, you're supposed to be resting." He said in a softer tone coming over to you and sitting down next to you, you stared at him and he sighed.

"I told you that you two together is bad," You giggled a little and laid your head down on Yoongi's shoulder,

"It was my fault, I tried to get a photo and slipped." He sighed at you and kissed your forehead,

"Don't blame Namjoon, blame me." He could never stay mad at you even if you did go against what he had asked of you,

"I won't blame either of you but next time you decide to do something like this, don't." You agreed with him and Namjoon left you both in the bedroom, your head was resting on Yoongi's shoulder when he got up.

"What?" You questioned and he looked at the melted ice cream on his floor,

"I'll go and get some more." You sat up straight and he stared at you thinking something was wrong,

"If you don't come back with a teddy bear I'm going to break up with you." You warned him and he rolled his eyes at you leaving the room to go and buy you your replacement ice cream and a teddy bear.

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 4 years ago

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Heart Shaped Bed

Mob Boss! Mikey x fem reader

Summery: It’s Halloween and you’re just looking for some fun of the dangerous variety. Enter: Michelangelo. A psychotic mob boss from hell who is in love with your best friend. Can you win him over and at what cost?

Warnings: NSFW, violence, alcohol mentions, car accident

((A/N: I have trouble writing crazy character despite being labelled as crazy myself, Mikey is tricky to write for in this AU so just bear with me))

October 31st, the night where all the ghouls and ghosts come out to play and superstition is at it’s highest since it’s rumoured that the veil between our world and the next is at it’s thinnest. You pull your skirt down your leg a little and take another sip of your free beer, one of the only perks of having a best friend who works at a bar. Paddy’s is always packed at this time of year, everyone is in costumes and drunk out of their minds; you are no different. You’re dressed as a sexy school girl because originality was never your forte and you wanted to show off your boobs a little, so what? You have the outfit down, complete even with bows on the thigh high socks and you look damn good.

It’s too loud to have a decent conversation with “Monster mash” blaring over the small speakers on the bar so you sit and give Sophie (Peach, as you know her) a forlorn look as if to say “more beer, please” and she complies. Peach looks radiant as she pulls the tap to refill your glass. Her light peach hair trailing down over her shoulders and her uniform or black slacks and a white t shirt with dark green hem hugging all of her curves. She was difficult to compete with but she was still so modest and complimentary of you it was hard to hold it against her. You knew half the regulars only came her to watch her, it didn’t stop you going after them though.

Looking around the room you watch and drunk idiots spill their drinks and desperately try to find someone to take home despite looking a mess, covered in fake blood or with vampire fangs. It was really something to watch. A guy in a ladybug costume fawns over a women dressed as Moticia Adams only to get the cold shoulder. You chuckle to yourself. Sat in the far corner of the room, at their usual table, sat the Turtle boys, a notorious gang in upside New York. They weren’t in costume, too good for it you assumed, and they didn’t look happy. You were aware, through Peach, that they made unsavoury deals in the back office of the bar and maybe tonight something went awry.

“Hey, babes!” you call over to Peach who is passing the incredible hulk a bud light “What happened over there?” you say gesturing subtly to the four well suited turtles.

“Not sure, I heard some yelling from the back room and then they came out. Something to do with that serial killer I think” She replies.

So a serial killing is hurting business. Huh. That explains their looking like someone died, someone has... You couldn’t keep your eyes from flitting towards them, sitting there so stoic and commanding while nursing a few now almost gone whiskys.

“Hey” you call over again. Peach turns and gives you a smile to let you know she’s listening “Isn’t that one the guy who-”

“- who choked out Steve for grabbing my ass? Yeah, that’s the one” she finishes your sentence for you.

You smile to yourself, Steve definitely deserved it. Pervert. You knew the turtle’s name but, like all residents of the bar, were reluctant to use it lest they hear you. But, tonight was a night to be brave and take chances, and you’d always wanted to bed one of them. Think of the status that gives you, sleeping with one of the most violent, deplorable men in the state. You know Mikey has a thing for Peach, on other nights his eyes don’t leave her, not that she notices; a good girl like her doesn’t have time for those “downworlders” as she calls them.

“Barkeep! I’ll take 4 martinis if you don’t mind. It’s time to take my shot” you announce to Peach who gives you a weary smile as she makes your drinks and places them on a tray in front of you.

You adjust your green and navy blue pleated skirt, hiking it further up so that the bottom of your ass cheeks would be on view and head over to the turtles, tray in hand.

You set down the drinks in front of them and say, with a smile:

“We have a special offer on tonight, boys. Buy four drinks and get me for free”

They stare at you completely unamused, but their looks weren’t going to discourage you now.

“Oh come on” you begin “That line would have killed two tables over”

Michelangelo takes a finger and runs it around the rim of his glass a few times before tipping it over, the contents of the glass spilling all over the table and onto your skirt. You jump back.

“Hey, what the fuck!” you cry out

“Act like a slut, get treated like a slut” he states.

With your tail between your legs, you huff and walk away. They didn’t have to be such assholes about it, and it kind of stung that you basically offered up your pussy on a plate and they sneered at you.

Back at the bar Peach raises her eyebrows as you take a few napkins and try and dry off your skirt.

“So, how’d it go?” she inquires

“About as well as you can expect from four mutant, snobby, rich dickheads”you reply. Peach leans over the bar and gives you a small hug and kiss on the cheek as her condolences.

Suddenly you feel eyes on you and turn around to see Michelangelo staring at you, mouth slightly agape and a strange look in his eyes. You would have called it regret, if you thought he was capable of feeling that. You ignore it and turn back to your drink.

You sense a presence behind you and turn once more to find him standing next to you looking awfully sheepish.

“Look” he begins “I’m...I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know you were a friend of- is there some way I can make it up to you? Is what I’m trying to say”

“Do you have a fresh size 3 shirt in that booth with you?” your snarky side is coming out

He laughs it off

“No, but can I buy you a drink or” He looks you up and down “Interest you in any extra curricular activities?” His smile is so bright and charming, you feel yourself almost forgiving him for what had just occurred. And he was devilishly good looking, which helped a lot.

You trace your fingers lightly up his arm until they reach his shoulder.

“You wanna get out of here?”

He smirks, looks down and then back up at you

“Sure”

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Outside of the bar is freezing, especially in the tiny outfit you’re wearing and you shiver in the cold October air. Mikey shrugs off his blazer and puts it over your shoulders but you get the impression he’s doing this out of obligation rather than affection. It’s something about his movements, they feel more...Awkward and unsteady than fluid and confident. You know this isn’t his first time taking a girl home from Paddy’s, so you don’t fully understand what his deal it.

You arrive at his car, and despite knowing nothing about vehicles you can recognise that he drives a black Bentley and it must have cost him a fortune, not that he didn’t have the money. He could buy it 100 times over and still have more cash than half the people in New York.

He opens the passenger side door for you and you get in.

“So, my place or yours?” you ask

“Motel” he says plainly.

Curiouser and curiouser... You try and make a list of everything you know about him. He won’t take you home, he’s hot then cold and he has a thing for Peach. It clicks in your head. He’s using you to get closer to her. You almost smile, this was such a typical thing to happen to you, of course he only wants you for your relationship to her. It doesn’t matter either way, you’ll warm him up for her.

He drives fast and it’s not long before your on a highway and definitely breaking the speed limit.

You had been making casual conversation, the drive was always the worst part of a hook up, now you have to actually talk to them instead of make out.

“I feel like we should have taken an uber” you say

He doesn’t turn to look at you or speak

“Because that way I could be touching you right now” You place a hand on his thigh and he still gives you no response. “Anndd you’re not listening. Great.”

He takes his eyes off the road and turns to you

“You’re the oldest in your family, you work as a manager in a clothing store but can’t fucking stand it there and you feel like we should have gotten an uber so you could be touching me right now. Did I get that right?”

You stare back at him slightly aghast and he continues to watch you. Suddenly you realise he hasn’t looked at the road this entire time and the car in front of you is slowing down

“Watch out!” you scream and the car swerves before he gains control again and brakes, the car rocking side to side a little from the sudden movements. You’re breathless and you turn to look at Mikey who simply bursts out laughing while he continues to drive, his eyes wide as full moons. He’s sick you think to yourself. Lucky you like that in a man, and there’s nothing like a near death experience to get the blood pumping.

You continue the car ride for a while in silence apart from the odd laugh from him who still seems amused that you nearly crashed.

He pulls off the side of the road into some shitty looking motel. A huge florescent sign that reads “Blue Moon Motel” sparks a little which doesn’t offer you any comfort. This place was a dump, but if it had a bed it would do.

________

Inside the room you shake off the blazer he gave you onto the chair in the corner of the room, by the end of the bed. The interior was cute, all shades of blue and white and the bed sheets has little lace style trimmings.which was delicate and sweet.

You fling yourself onto the bed, kicking off your shoes and pull out your phone, you decide you need music for this momentous occasion. You settle on “Heart Shaped Bed” by Nicole Dollanganger and press play. It’s creepy enough to be fitting for Halloween but slow enough to be romantic. The opening notes of the piano begin to stream from your phone which you place on the nightstand.

*lay me down, on a heart shaped bed Pretend it’s out wedding, pretend we just met*

“So” you spread your legs a little and look at Mikey “How do you want me?”

He gives you a wicked smile and then he’s upon you, biting and sucking at the delicate flesh of your neck with vigour. Clearly he couldn’t wait any longer you thought to yourself.

*Pretend we're in one of those movies They rent in the back of every seedy place We pass on the interstate*

You angle your head to kiss his mouth but he pulls away, making it clear that this is not a romantic occasion, this is just fucking and he doesn’t want you in that way. It doesn’t bother you, it just heightens the whole “big bad mob boss” fantasy although you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little disappointed by it.

he tears your blouse open revealing your chest and begins his work sucking and biting at your nipples and the tender skin of your breasts, you look down and can already see pinky purple bruises forming, a treasure map of where his mouth had been.

You moan a little at his touch but he continues his work down your stomach and towards your most sensitive area. Lifting up your skirt he places a kiss on you clothes mound before peeling off your underwear. You raise your hips slightly to help his get them off with ease and then he returns back down, licking between your folds until his tongue passes over your clit and causes you to moan hard.

*Just hold me through these lonely nights We'll have a blue wedding tonight*

“You want this?” he says from between your thighs, you can feel his hot breath against your skin, a sensation that is more than pleasant.

“Yes, god yes” you squirm

“No.You wanna act like a slut, you get fucked like a slut” he returns.

Before you have time to respond her grabs you by the ankle and flips you over onto your stomach before pulling your hips up so that you’re on your knees with your shoulders and face still down on the bed. You hear him undo his flies and think for a moment as he lines up with your entrance

“wait, don’t we need protectio-” before you can finish he’s inside you and thrusting hard and deep, he gives you no time to adjust to his size and he is very sizeable... You cry out in the mixture of pain and pleasure that he’s giving you. As well as the music, the room fills with the obscene sounds of his flesh pounding against yours and the wet noises your pussy makes as he pushes in and out of you.

“you think sluts use protection?” he mocks

He feels to good for you to want him to pull out now, so you go with it, but raise yourself onto your elbows. His hands are on your hips but he trails one down your back to grab at your ponytail and pull your head back.

*So get the room with the heart shaped bed Make something gross feel romantic*

Your walls tighten around him and that elicits a grunt from him as he begins to pound harder into you, smacking your ass hard as he does. He pulls out and flips you over back onto your back and holds your legs up to your chin, his strong arm keeps them in place as he realigns himself with your entrance and pushes back in. This new position allows him to get deeper which you think is what he was hoping for.

*Make me so no one will ever want me again*

Now he has a full view of your face, eyes squeezed closed and face contorted in pleasure

“Open your eyes” he demands “Look at me when I’m fucking you”

He’s still fully clothed which you’re a little unhappy about, so you open your eyes and begin to undo his shirt. Your fingers tremble slightly partially from the force at which he’s fucking you, partially do to the alcohol you had that night.

*'Cause when I sleep with faith, I only Find a corpse in my arms on awakening*

You slide his shirt over his shoulders and throw it across the room, raising your head a little you bite into his now exposed shoulder to stifle your moans. You don’t understand how he can bring you so close to the brink this soon, but his pace is unyielding and unwavering. He fucks you like he’s punishing you.

He grabs you by the chin and squeezes

“Open your mouth!”

you do as you’re told and he purses his lips, pauses and then spits down your throat, pushing at your chin to close your mouth and encouraging you to swallow. He’s disgusting but being treated this way only turns you on more, much to your shame, you can feel your cheeks flush with blood as he smiles down at you one he hears that familiar *gulp* sound.

*Just hold me through these lonely nights We'll have a blue wedding tonight*

He pulls out once more and gets of the bed which confuses you for a second, until he pulls you up by the hair and leads you to the wall. He spins you around and so you’re facing it and pushes your shoulders forwards and pulls your hips back so he has easier access to your pussy. He plunges his cock back inside of you and you rest your face against the wall as you take him in all the way. You think you might start seeing stars if he continues like this. Never mind him being a probable killer, they should lock him up for murdering your pussy.

One of his hands rakes through your hair and pulls back your head while the other reaches around to your face and pinches your nose shut while covering your mouth. You can’t breath at all and begin to panic slightly but also whine into his hand because of how good he feels inside you.

you feel that tightness in the pit of your stomach and know that you’re close, you try and moan into his hand, shaking your head a little from side to side to try and get him off your face but it’t to no avail. So you use your hands but he simply lets go of your hair and pins your arms behind your back. You still can’t breath and now you’re so close to cumming and black dots and filtering in and out of your vision, you think you might be close to passing out.

Finally that knot in your stomach releases and your orgasm washing over you, you practically scream into his hand before he lets go and you fall to the floor, gasping for air.

*Just hold me through these lonely nights We'll have a blue wedding tonight*

He hasn’t cum yet so he stands over you, stroking his dick, smirking at what he did to you. If it weren’t for the afterglow of your orgasm, you’d be furious and give him a peace of your mind but you were still desperately trying to catch your breath.

Mikey throws his head back before cumming on you, some of the milky fluid getting in your hair and you lift your hand up to shield your face from it. Was this to insult you? Or was it still part of the whole ‘you’re a slut’ role play thing because you couldn’t tell anymore.

He tucks himself back into his finely tailored trousers and walks across the room to put on his shirt and gather his blazer from the chair you threw it on earlier. He pulls a small rectangular card out of his pocket and throws it on the nightstand next to your phone which started playing the next song a while ago.

“You can spend the night here, if you want. Anything you get from the minibar will be charged to my card so don’t worry about it” He looks down at you, still on the floor, bright red in the face and still breathing rather heavily “G’night, sweetheart” he winks at you before heading to the door and closing it behind him.

You pull yourself up to your feet and head over to your phone, opening it and typing out a message to Peach.

[Hey girly, you won’t believe the night I just fucking had] the text reads.

You flop down on the bed and await her response. A shower could wait for 5 minutes while she replies.

Fin

#my fic #heart shaped bed #mob! au #mob au #mob boss mikey #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles mikey #teenage mutant ninja turtles michelangelo

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stones-x-bones · 3 years ago

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Morning Cap || Kyle and Bex

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @darkh0wl and @inbextween SUMMARY: Bex takes Kyle on a hike through Starfall Valley to find the meteor that crashed. They’re not the only ones looking for something. CONTENT: Gore

Bex had made it to the trailhead early, because of course she had. That’s the kind of person she was when she didn’t have anyone to hold her back. She wanted to be on time, she wanted to be early. She wanted to be early for being early. She paced around the entrance for a while, remembering that Kyle was notoriously late for...everything. He’d been late last time they hung out, he’d been late, even, for sneaking into her house, but she really hoped he wasn’t going to be late today/ Today was important. She was excited to be here today and they had things to do. She was rolling back and forth on her heels when she spotted his car pulling around the bend. Perking up, she bounced over to the trailhead again, where it met the parking lot and waved him down, unable to keep herself from jogging over to meet him at his car, already eager. She wanted to get going, because she wanted to ignore how heavy she’d felt when she’d woken up this morning. The edges of a migraine were pushing into her head, but it was probably just from her lack of sleep the past few nights. It had to be. She’d been doing a lot more activities than sleeping, and while she didn’t mind, she supposed something like that would make her feel more tired than usual. “Hurry up,” she said as she watched him climb out of his car, “we’re losing daylight!” A tease, mostly because it was the middle of the afternoon, but she could see clouds moving in, and in this weird weather surge, that meant more snow. Her boots crunched awkwardly on the half melted bits that were there from yesterday’s sudden storm. “You’re like hiking, right?”

This had been a mistake. Kyle should not have agreed to go with Bex to the giant rock in the middle of the woods. The last time he’d talked to someone about a potentially toxic environment… He shuddered at the thought of what hell Adam and Nell had gone through. He had to remind himself that this was different. This was right in their backyard of White Crest and only potentially toxic. He didn’t love their odds. When Kyle rolled up to the parking lot, Bex was already there. He glanced at the clock on his dash. He was not significantly late; you may as well call him on time. But Bex was early as ever and running towards his Jeep. Kyle huffed a small sigh as he watched her approach in the side mirror. He swung his door open and smiled at Bex. “Eager, are we?” He pulled his bag from the passenger seat to his lap and started checking that he had everything. When Bex tried to rush him, he quirked an eyebrow and slowed down just a little. “Okay, okay, chill! God, you’re impatient.” He eyed the ground, nervous to just hop out. The way he’d been feeling--well, to be fair, he wasn’t feeling so bad. But his sense of balance and his center of gravity were way off. Bex ripped him from his own hesitation as she continued to speak. “Hiking? Yeah, I hike.” Kyle swung his legs out onto the ground and promptly tumbled forward, face planting in the partially melted snow. “Ow.”

Bex backed up as Kyle stepped out and immediately fell. Hmm, this was going to be more difficult than she thought. Maybe she should just go alone. But Kyle was already here and now that he was, there was no way he was going to let her go alone. She grabbed for him on the ground and tugged him back up. “Wow, and people call me clumsy,” she grinned, tugging on his arm. “You can lean on me if you need.” She wasn’t notoriously good at staying on her feet, either, but she seemed to be doing better than Kyle. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this excited, and she was still eager to outrun the weariness that was threatening to take her. She pulled him up towards the trailhead and double checked the map. “Looks like it’s not far from here, luckily. I’ve never been, have you? I kinda wish we were coming at night, I’ve heard the sky is beautiful. Great place for a date, if your date isn’t a fae,” she rambled, taking a trail map just in case. And, well, because she liked maps. She’d tack it up in her room next to the other local maps she had. “Speaking of dates, I was talking to someone about you and he seemed interested. Not someone I’d originally known was gay, but, you know, things change. Or, not change? Come out? Aren’t we all supposed to be able to tell? I thought we were all supposed to have some sort of gaydar.” She frowned. “Mine must be broken.”

Kyle’s brain wanted to walk forward, but his feet didn’t react like they should. Now, close to the rock, it was worse; more pronounced. Was that a coincidence? He couldn’t decide, but he almost wanted to get back in his car and leave. He couldn’t, though. Not with a clear conscience. If Bex fell and broke a hip or got eaten by space ghosts, he would be stuck with the knowledge that he could’ve prevented her imminent doom. So he staggered behind her, being led by the wrist. “How do you have this much energy?” he questioned. He wasn’t tired—in actuality he had just rolled out of bed before this—but Bex seemed perkier than usual in a way that almost unsettled Kyle. Was this who she was when she wasn’t in danger?

“Yeah the, uh, northern lights? I’m pretty sure we shouldn’t be able to see them at this time of year. Is this like...global warming or something?” He gestured vaguely at the melting snow. “So you and Mina are dating then?” Kyle didn’t want to pry, didn’t want to push Bex to have this conversation if she didn’t want to. But he wanted to know. Before he could fish an answer from her, Bex had continued speaking. She said something that made him stop in his tracks.

“Wait, I’m sorry—you—I—,” Kyle pulled back from Bex’s gently tugging grip. He wavered on his feet, but remained upright for the time being. “Hold up. You just said we have a gaydar? We as in, you’re using labels now?”

“A good breakfast and a better night’s sleep,” Bex answered, smiling wide. “I’ve been sleeping really well lately.” Partially because of all the sex she’d been having. It really wore her out and it felt nicer than any exercise she’d ever tried to routinely try. She didn’t mention that part to Kyle, though. She looked back at him, shrugging. “Everything still going okay with you? Aside from the vertigo? You think it’s got something to do with all this weird stuff going on? I mean, if the stars are messed up, it means something could be wrong with the magnetic field, and I’ve heard stuff like that affects animals. And since you’re, like, part animal, maybe it’s affecting you, too.” She took a moment to breathe, finding herself a little short of breath. But it came back quickly and she carried on.

“Oh, I mean, yeah, that would definitely be beautiful to see up here, but I just meant normally. It’s the one place in town where you can see all the stars and even the Milky Way band is visible on most nights!” Bex wanted to keep going, she didn’t mind this walking and talking thing, but Kyle was asking about Mina and then suddenly he was stopping and she wasn’t sure if it was concern or confusion tinging his voice. She turned to look back at him, hands stuffed in pockets. She let out a puff of air through her nose. “I don’t know if label is the right word, but yes. I’ve recently come to terms with the fact that I’m...attracted to women. Well, one woman. And we’re not just dating, we’re in an active relationship.” Each word felt measured, and took more energy than she liked. She wanted to keep moving. “Is that okay?”

The magnetic fields were affecting animals? Kyle blinked. Was that why he felt like he was moving through a thick jello when he tried to get his limbs to work with him? “Wait, the stars are affecting animals? How do you know that? I mean, it makes sense and—I don’t know. I didn’t think of that.” He took a few steps forward, veering towards Bex. He wasn’t sure if he was reaching for Bex or just trying to find some balance, but his arm flew out as he stumbled. “Sorry, sorry,” he said, wincing. “It’s like…I don’t know how to describe it. I feel off.”

Kyle nodded slowly as Bex talked. “Sorry, I don’t want to pry or anything.” He started walking again, purposely reaching for Bex’s hand this time. He needed something to steady him until the whooshing in his head went away. “I just—last time we talked about this, you didn’t want to admit that you liked Mina like that. I’m glad to see you be more honest with yourself. And me.” He cleared his throat. “So, uh, you were talking to someone about me?” Was Bex talking about Eddie? Kyle had his suspicions, but he wouldn’t ask. That didn’t feel appropriate in any sense. Anyway, Eddie was very adamant that they were dudes being pals. Still, Kyle couldn’t help the little butterflies that he felt. Could she be talking about someone else, though? He tried to wrack his brain for anyone who might be vaguely interested in him, but he came up short. Self-deprecation aside, he hadn’t gotten out much lately.

“I mean, I don’t know know, but fluctuations in the magnetic field have long since been recorded to affect animals. Mostly birds, but any animal that uses it to navigate could be affected,” Bex answered, holding her hand out to him as he seemed to sway again. “If...if you’re not feeling well, you can go back and wait in the car? I’ll be in and out, real fast. I told Mina I’d bring her back a piece of the meteor.” She knew he’d insist on going, but the offer to stay put had to be there, at least. She’d feel bad forcing him to do this. She felt like she was, anyway, but she did enjoy the company.

“You’re not prying,” Bex told him as she steadied him and kept walking, going at a bit of a slower pace just in case he decided to faceplant again. She wasn’t exactly strong enough to hold him up, but she could brace his fall a little. “I was going to start telling people soon, anyway. I just kind of liked the idea of knowing I have a girlfriend to myself for a little bit. It’s still--” she paused, trying to find the right word. She wasn’t sure there was one. It felt surreal, finally admitting it. It felt right and wrong at the same time. She didn’t know how to describe it. “Strange. Not-- not the being with her part. I just spent so long convincing myself otherwise that being able to just say it still makes me feel weird.” Even if all she wanted was for it to make her feel normal, like the wish had made her. She chuckled. “Yes, I was. A very handsome boy, too. I told him you’re a very good guy who deserves only the best.” She smiled over at him. “Which is true, you know.”

“I don’t feel sick,” Kyle insisted with a small shake of his head. “I feel off. I feel weird. It’s—it’s nothing. You’re not going alone, Bex.” He pouted at her, frustrated with himself. Being a werewolf had more and more downsides every day. “Is Mina immune to space radiation, or does she just like rocks?”

As they continued on, Kyle did his best to keep walking steadily. For the most part, he could manage it. His hand in Bex’s tethered him to an extent. It kept him from stumbling too far away, or toppling over completely. “Sorry to take that from you,” Kyle said quietly, not looking at Bex. He stared at the ground, under the guise that he was being careful of his footing, but he didn’t want to look at her as the guilt of messing up something else slowly sank in. The comment about him being good and deserving good felt like a slap. Kyle hummed in response, and didn’t meet Bex’s eyes. “I appreciate that,” he said, his tone flatter than anticipated. It wasn’t easy to pretend that he deserved good things after all he had done. Especially not here with Bex of all people. “How handsome?” he asked, trying to tiptoe around the harder parts of the conversation.

Bex put her free hand up. “Okay! Okay. I didn’t say sick, just, you know--” she nodded at their hands and how he continued to stumble as they walked. Luckily, they were almost there. “You look like you stayed on the merry-go-round too long.” She smiled, more gentle. “No, but I doubt there’s any radiation on the rock, it’s been sitting for a while now. And it’s not all rocks, just this one. She said she really wanted to see it, despite the valley being full of iron, so I assume it’s some strange magic thing drawing her to it. I figure I can prevent her from being stupid and coming up here herself by bringing her some back. And I get to say I hiked through a valley to get my girlfriend a space rock. So it’s a win-win for me.”

Bex noticed the way his eyes fell to the ground, but she’d pretend, for his sake, to not notice. Hiking through Starfall Valley was likely the last place Kyle wanted to be talking about his personal issues. “You didn’t take it from me, don’t worry,” she reassured him, squeezing his hand. “I wanted to tell you, anyway.” She hummed along with him, rolling her head from side to side as she thought. “Very handsome,” she answered, “I think you’d like him.” Grinning to herself. They crested the hill of the valley and Bex traced the line of it to find the indent where the impact crater started. “Oh, there, look!” she tapped on his shoulder and pointed. “We made it!”

“What does iron have to do with anything? Is Mina anti-anemic? Pro-nemic?” Kyle didn’t think that getting a piece of the weird space rock was a good idea, but he bit his tongue. He didn’t want to take the wind from Bex’s sails right when she thought she was doing something romantic. So he trudged along behind her, stifling a mildly annoyed groan. He had no real need to be upset with Bex, but he could barely walk and was on a hike so she didn’t get hurt, and she was just so goddamn chipper about it. He resented her positivity today.

Kyle squinted at Bex. “Very handsome, huh? You think I got a shot with this mystery man, then?” This hike was taking forever, and Kyle nearly stumbled over his feet (but he would swear it was a branch if Bex said a word). He should’ve stayed home. At the top of the hill, he looked out, spotting the caved in section of ground just before Bex could point it out. “Woah,” he mumbled, letting her have this one. “That’s bigger than I thought.”

For Bex, the rest of the conversation was lost. She tugged Kyle faster towards the impact crater, and thusly, the meteorite. There was nothing inherently strange about it to her, meteors fell from the sky every day-- but it was still such an incredible phenomena, and she’d never even imagined she’d get to see one. She let go of Kyle’s hand to drop her bag and pull out the little pickaxe and baggies she’d brought to collect samples. She turned to look back at him before she started climbing over the pile of dirt that had hardened from the heat of the impact. “Just wait there, I don’t need you falling into a ditch,” she said, sliding her way down on her bottom till she reached the rock. “Oh, I mean, yeah-- of course you’ve got a shot with him. I told him to talk to you, so keep an eye out,” she grinned, before taking the axe and swinging it against the rock. A piece chipped off and she scrambled after it, examining the bit closer as she turned it over in her hands. It was really just normal space rock, but considering space wasn’t normal down here, it was an incredible find. Not everything in her life had to be normal. She put the large chunk in a separate bag and picked the hand axe back up. Just a few more pieces would do. She didn’t even notice the critter moving through the field towards them, as she brought the axe down once again.

Where the fuck did she get an axe? Who had decided to give Bex an axe? Kyle didn’t even have a chance to argue before she was wielding the damn thing and chopping into the meteor. He sighed again, long and tired, and let himself plop down on his butt. “I’ll stay put. Scout’s honor,” he assured her, placing a hand over his heart. Kyle watched as Bex gathered her little piece of rock and examined it. He wondered if she knew as much about rocks as she did about history.

Suddenly, Kyle became acutely aware of a sound. Something was rustling nearby. His head snapped up and he looked around for something--anything--but he didn’t immediately see anything. By the time he spotted it, the little creature was very close. “Uh, Bex, I think you should come here. Right now.”

Bex looked up from examining more pieces that were sealed away in baggies when Kyle called out. “What is it?” she asked, stuffing them in her bag and sliding it on as she crawled back up the hill, dirt between her fingers. That’s when she saw it, not too far off behind Kyle. A pale, grey, humanoid looking creature, with strange bone structure and what looked like glowing, red eyes. It was carrying a spear like weapon with two prongs at the end, and a sickly, red hat sat atop its head. Perplexed, she tilted her head as it continued its rather quick pace towards them. “Maybe it’s friendly,” she suggested. It wasn’t running at them or baring its teeth or making scary noises. She had no idea what it might be, she didn’t know enough about the types of creatures that lived around here, but she was willing to find out. Picking up her own axe, she crawled from the crater and slid over to Kyle. “What do you think it is? Do you know?” Suddenly, it stopped just short of them and began to sniff the air, as if trying to work out what they smelled like. Bex watched, fascinated, taking another step forward. She wanted to see what it was doing. “He’s kinda cute, don’t you thi--” but her words were cut short as the creature suddenly leapt at her, snarling viciously as ragged teeth chomped down at her arms. “Woah! Not cute! NOT CUTE!”

“Bex, I don’t think--,” was all Kyle managed to get out before the little thing was lunging at Bex. Great. Amazing. What had they done to attract this kind of cosmic attention? Well, what had Bex done? Kyle knew that he certainly wasn’t redeemed yet, but Bex didn’t do anything to be getting one thing after another like this. Anxiety stirred up in Kyle’s chest and he pushed himself to his feet to run to Bex’s aide. Only, as soon as he was upright, he was toppling forward and landing on his front. He didn’t know if this creature was venomous or deadly in any way, so he didn’t stay down for long. Stumbling back to all fours, Kyle pushed himself forward. He had to make it down the hill relatively safely to assist in whatever way he could. His footing was already tentative at best, and the forward momentum sent Kyle rolling down the hill towards Bex and the little creature on her arm. “Woah, woah, woah!” he exclaimed as he rolled. The collision course was lined up perfectly and if this were bowling, Kyle would have gotten the strike. He couldn’t slow himself, and the rolling was only adding to the dizzying vertigo he had already been experiencing. Let’s go on a hike, she said. It’ll be fun, she said. Right. This was all according to plan.

Bex flailed her arms as teeth sunk into her forearm. “Get off!” she grunted, trying to push it away. It was much smaller than her, yet it dug its heels into the ground and pushed back and suddenly she was being crushed under its grip. “Holy-- what the--” Why was this thing so strong? She looked into its eyes, glowing red down at her, as it used its free hand to turn the weapon it was holding down at her. “Oh, no! No, no, no, no!” She did not want to get stabbed by a skewer today. Mina would be so mad at her. She was just about to lift her feet to start kicking when she heard a loud thumping. Suddenly another body was ramming into her, and the creature was sent flying, as well as its weapon as Kyle collided with them. Bex landed face down in the dirt and grass, little puffs of pollen and iron dust spraying into the air around her. She coughed, rolling onto her back, glad that her ribs weren’t still bruised, before sitting up quickly and grabbing for Kyle. “Watch out!” she called, as the creature grabbed its spear and flung it as hard as it could at him. Whatever this thing was, it was smart. And if it had intelligence, that meant her magic could touch it.

Bex lifted a hand, ready to pulse out whatever energy she could, but with a startle, she remembered her magic was gone. Something tried to stir inside of her, though, and suddenly it felt as if a hole was opening up in her chest and she gasped, clutching it, as she fell back to the dirt.

The spear made contact with Kyle’s shoulder and he hissed in pain. It wasn’t very large, comparative to the creature who had wielded it. He gripped it and pulled it out with a groan that he attempted to stifle. How was he going to explain this to Dani when he got home? She already thought he had an inner ear infection, now she would really be upset with him. “Thanks for the heads up,” he grumbled, sitting up stiffly.

Kyle hadn’t a second longer to think about the shoulder wound before the small creature was barrelling at him. “Uh, Bex?” he called, putting pressure on his fresh wound as he scrambled back. “Bex!?” She was the goddamn wizard, why wasn’t she doing something to help? He barely had the ability to stand, and it wasn’t like he could shift in front of her. Not after everything. “A little help here?”

The creature leapt at Kyle and Bex couldn’t do anything except push him out of the way. Blood smeared on her hand from the wound in his shoulder and she scrambled backwards as the thing landed between them and started scrambling for whoever was closest to grab. “I can’t,” she said, her voice suddenly strained. She couldn’t fight off the exhaustion anymore, it took hold of her like an icy hand and pulled at her heart. She felt it skip a few beats, pounding heavy in her chest. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. The thing snarled again and barreled for Kyle. Bex turned and grabbed the axe she’d dropped, stumbling to her feet. She swung at it and heard it crack against the thing’s skull, sending it tumbling. She held her hand out to Kyle. “C-c’mon! We gotta go!”

“You can’t?” Kyle barked, his tone coming off more aggressive than he meant it to. Blood seeped through his shirt. Had the spear really pierced him that deep, or was it his rough removal that had done the damage. Jesus, whatever this thing was it was no good. To think that at the beginning of the year, Kyle was still pretty sure that the biggest danger in White Crest was himself, or maybe other werewolves. And now, he’d discovered at least a dozen other nightmares to keep him up at night. This little thing was currently at the tippy top of the list. Kyle looked from Bex’s hand, to the small humanoid who was currently trying to pull the goddamn axe from its skull. His eyes darted back to Bex’s outstretched hand and he reached for it as the little devil yanked the axe out with a sickening crunch. He gripped Bex’s hand, trying to clamber to his feet faster than their tiny assailant.

“No, I-- I can’t,” Bex snapped, frustrated enough without the anger from Kyle’s own voice. She knew he didn’t entirely mean it, but it still stung. It pierced the parts of her that had quietly been questioning itself since she’d first woken up normal. Her magic was a limb and she’d cut it off without hesitation. She tugged on his hand and pushed him forward in front of her, wincing at the sound of bone cracking. Blood rushed down the creature’s face as it turned to them and ran forward again, teeth bared. Its head was already healing. She hurried them towards the edge of the valley-- would it stop pursuing them, then? Were they just in its territory? Gods, she hoped so.

But luck wasn’t being kind to her today. The axe it had ripped out of its skull-- her axe-- came soaring towards them. It clipped Bex’s leg and she cried out, falling forward, taking Kyle with her. She scrambled backwards again as she flipped around to face it, hoping getting past the line would stop it. But it didn’t. Of course it didn’t. It leapt at them again and Bex put her hands over head, bracing for impact.

Kyle wanted to scream. It was certainly news to him that Bex couldn’t help out. Her magic had seemed fine when she shook a building nearly into ruins with just some negative thinking. Her magic certainly seemed fine the other time when she panicked on campus and made innocent students relive her trauma. It surely was fine when her stupid mind link--no, no, he couldn’t get upset with her. Not now, not like this. Kyle grit his teeth, trying not to say anything stupid as they scrambled back uphill. Bex screamed and they both fell to the ground. Kyle hadn’t even realized why she had screamed yet, he was more concerned that the hellish little beast seemed pretty okay, considering the cleaving it had received. Couldn’t anything in White Crest be more simple? Like a butterfly who was only a butterfly. Or a fucking unicorn. Or something that wasn’t hell bent on a murder most foul.

All of the anger and all of the fear threatened to bubble up and rush out of Kyle. He tried to contain it, tried to tamp it down with that breathing Bex and Morgan did. But seeing the bloodied little asshole launching himself straight at Bex, at Kyle’s friend who he would protect because he owed it to her, because she deserved it, because she needed it--it flipped just the right switch. Kyle threw himself forward to meet the little man in midair. He caught it by the head in his maw and shook it vigorously. The head of the beast came away from the body with a wet snap. Kyle let it drop and stood there on all fours, breathing heavily over the still corpse. He cast a brief glance over his shoulder, and caught Bex’s eye. A low rumbling growl came from deep within his chest and his eyes glinted with the promise of danger.

The snapping was the first thing Bex heard. The severing of a spine as a head was shook clean from its body. The wet thump! of the body was what she heard next. Her eyes wrenched open just in time to look up and meet the sheen of the wolf’s. “Oh, fuck--” The world dropped out from under her and her back hit the ground of a dark alleyway, one she hadn’t visited in a very long time. A light flickered above her, making her throw her hands up to block out the light. It was that same alley, with that same wolf. Except this time, there was nothing and no one to help her. Bex’s fingers dug into dirt as she threw herself onto hands and knees, clawing to get away. She had no magic to save herself this time. She had no magic to save Kyle this time.

Bex picked herself up and bolted, the alley melting away as she ran. Street lights turned back into trees, even as she heard the hum of their electric buzz in her ears. The crunching of shoes on gravel turned back into snapping twigs and rocks smacking against rubber soles. She didn’t bother to check behind her-- if he was there, then she was dead anyway. Watching it happen didn’t matter.

Her bag smacked against her back as she ran, weaving through trees, doing her best not to trip and fall-- she wished she’d grabbed her axe again. But all that mattered now was getting out safely, before the wolf pursued. The treeline broke and Bex slid the rest of the way down the gravel path to the parking lot, where she was greeted with an eerie silence. She chanced a look behind her finally, and found only swaying trees greeting her gaze. More cars were pulling up, then, ready to explore the trail. “B-bear!” she called out, running towards the cars, finally remembering her leg and arm were bleeding, “there’s-- d-don’t go up there! There’s a b-bear!”

Bex’s sudden movements made Kyle snap up the body of the redcap in his jaws. He didn’t want his meal to be confiscated, not when he had just gotten it; not when his shoulder still stung with the pain of the spear and now the added pain of shifting. He watched her flee, his instincts screaming at him to pursue. He wanted to have this meal that was warm in his mouth already, but wouldn’t she make a better one? Wouldn't she be worth the hunt?

Kyle bounded after her, leaving the fae discarded by the axe. He didn’t get very far, however, as the stumbling was so much more pronounced as a wolf in the clearing beside the stupid space rock. It took just about everything he had in him to get up the hill again. By the time he’d managed that, Bex was long gone. He looked longingly at the redcap at the bottom of the hill, but the idea of going back downhill for it wasn’t something he wanted to do. So he trudged off down the path towards the parking lot. By the time Kyle got back to the parking lot, it was just about empty. Bears really can clear a place out. He was tired, and a little banged up from his struggle to follow Bex.

Significantly more human, Kyle staggered to his car, one hand on his bloodied shoulder. So much for a calm, friendly hike. “Fuck this place,” he grumbled to himself, unlocking the Jeep and digging around for a spare set of clothes.

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ourplaceinthecosmosphff · 4 years ago

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Chapter 29. Borrowed Time

‘Harder days are coming. The loan of borrowed time will be due on the horizon. (...)’ - Ingeborg Bachmann

The most northern village in Savoy was Valois-Narcisse, so small that it wasn’t actually reachable by any form of public transportation. Not a lot of people in Savoy even knew Valois-Narcisse by name; Bayona, on the East Coast, was the closest reference point, a beach village considered an under-rated touristic spot. Historically, Valois-Narcisse was populated by sheep and eggplant farmers, not a very sexy niche, and it was still how the village’s only export to local and regional farmer’s markets.

For the following few weeks after Ascot, every time Harry tried to talk about it, his phone corrected the name to ‘value narcissism’, so by the time I drove past the small, rusted iron sign that read its name, I couldn’t help but smile.

One of the reasons Valois-Narcisse was so abandoned was that it was mostly situated up a mountain. Not at the top of the mountain, exactly, although parts of it were. The village just stretched along the mountain, with most of its commerce and eateries, however scarce, down below, and the houses built towards the top, including a couple of small hostels and, lucky for us, one very odd Airbnb.

The houses, bridges and streets were all built of stone and wood, with wildflowers and weeds growing in between, and across the mountain, beyond the village, stood the vast, beautiful Celtic Sea. On days of low tide, locals swore they could see the outline of the Irish coast on the horizon, at least according to the description on Airbnb.

But even if that was an exaggeration, we wouldn’t have cared, because what drew Harry and I to Valois-Narcisse that weekend was how desolate and empty it was. Paparazzi wouldn’t dream of finding us there, so it was there that we scheduled our first getaway. Our first secret rendezvous. Or, as Harry kept reminding me, our first date.

We had been texting non-stop since I left his house after Ascot, about what happened, and also about all things around us, what we were doing or not, and a lot of nothing. It was over text that we made the plans to meet in Vallois-Narcisse for the first time since getting together, it was over text that we discussed the latest of the Adrien saga (he’d been seen out in a club with the singer-girlfriend and their friends), and it was over text that he informed me that since we never got to go on our date the previous year, during our weekend in Vallois-Narcisse, he was going to pull all the stops to ‘take me out’’.

“Are we going out for dinner?” I asked, in our Airbnb, while I got ready in the middle of the afternoon.

“Not really.” He replied, from the small sitting room right outside our suite. “And stop trying to guess, just get ready.”

He had refused to tell me anything about the date, claiming it was supposed to be as real as the real one would have been and in the real one, it would have been a surprise.

“It’s very hard to get ready when I don’t know what we’re doing.” I sighed. “How casual am I supposed to look?”

“Casual.” He replied, unhelpful. “Maybe wear sneakers.”

“Well, that’s one decision off my conscience.” I mumbled to myself, staring at my options laid out in the bed, my small suitcase open on the floor.

I had chosen a preppy, plaid short skirt in shades of white and blue, and I had all the tops I had brought in the bed as possible options. For shoes, I removed the flats from the lineup, and put on my white Nike’s, turning around to look at the tops again.

“Are you ready? It’s time.” Harry called from the other room.

“Just–! Just give me ten minutes!” I shouted back, nervously.

I realized how ridiculous it was. It was just a gesture – a sweet, romantic, gesture – to have a first date when we had already slept together more than once. More than twice. The previous night, for instance. It made no sense, it was just sweet. So there was no reason to be nervous, and I knew that. Rationally, I knew that.

Still, as I looked at the clothes I brought, I hated every single one. I threw the Jurassic Park tee back into the suitcase – too casual –, and looked at the Kimono top, a greenish blue shade, long, loose sleeves, a nice, laidback fit to contrast with the skirt. The other two options, a tight, square neckline, navy blue, crop top, and a loose, green, blouse with spaghetti sleeves, both matched the skirt and were casual enough, but seemed more appropriate for the weather.

“…It’s been ten minutes.” Harry’s voice came back from the other room, patiently cautious.

“Coming!”

In one panicked move, I grabbed the green, strappy blouse and put it on. I rushed to the bathroom and quickly applied some tinted sunblock to my face. I wanted to apply actual makeup, but convinced myself it was silly. He’d seen me without makeup many times already. It wasn’t a real first date, no matter how big the knot on my stomach was, so I just grabbed a pair of earrings, my every-day necklace, and sunglasses, and burst through the door in a hurry, ready to run as if we had an actual reservation, even though I was perfectly aware that no restaurant in this village town worked like that.

“Okay, I’m ready, let’s go!” I said, looking at him, who startled up from the couch and looked me up and down, appreciatively.

“Mary, wow.” He smiled, slowly, approaching me with careful steps. “You look…”

“What are you doing?!” I laughed, blushing. “You saw me five minutes ago. I look the same. I just put on a different, very casual, outfit.”

“Will you just pretend with me? Please?” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “We never got to have our first date, just… let’s just pretend we’re a normal couple today.”

I shook my head, grinning. “…Fine.”

He took another step towards me and, from seemingly thin air, produced a white daisy.

I sighed. I wanted to say ‘really?’, but I bit down my sarcasm, and took my flower.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful!” I said, adding a little more emotion than necessary.

He sighed heavily, making me laugh. “Come on, ma’am, we have a date.”

“Yes, sir.”

Our Airbnb was in a secluded property at the end of a dead-end granite driveway off of the main road. Instead of taking that direction, however, we walked towards the hike trail in the opposite direction. I wanted to ask what was on the huge backpack he’d brought, but I knew he was just waiting for the opportunity to tell me it was a surprise, so I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

He announced we had arrived when we reached a clearing amongst the trees. The grass and weeds were a little high, but nothing that made it impossible for us to sit down and enjoy ourselves. Especially because, as I soon discovered, Harry had a picnic blanket in his backpack. Because Harry had a whole picnic in his backpack.

“A picnic?!” I asked, excited.

“You like picnics?” He smiled, setting the blanket down.

“I love picnics!” I said, excitedly. “Don’t go to many, because… you know, outside, not very safe.”

“Yes, I do know.” He nodded, going through his bag, “Fortunately this place has enough privacy for us.”

“How did you even know to come here?”

“I googled it.” He replied, simply.

From his bag, he took out a bottle of sparkly wine and two ceramic looking plastic plates, which he sat down at opposite ends of the blanket. He then placed two linen napkins, folded, on top, with a set of cutlery over each.

“You thought this through.” I noticed.

“Of course I did.” He shrugged, removing a piece of paper from his pocket and reading it quickly. “I do have visual aids, though.”

In his bag, he also had acrylic Tupperware with a number of cheeses, which he then laid out on a wooden board. In another container, he had brought an assortment of cut veggies with a smaller cup inside, with ranch, which he remembered was my favorite. For our main course, he dramatically revealed large sandwiches from his favorite London restaurant, perfectly packaged and cut, for easier consumption. And for dessert, there were also a number of fruits and two small pots with what looked like cheesecakes.

“This is… incredible.”

He seemed the most flattered I had ever seen him.

“Thank you!” He said, folding his note quickly.

“Can I see that?”

“What? Oh, no, it’s just a little reminder of where things go–Oh–okay.”

I walked over to him and grabbed the paper before he could return it to his pocket; it was a list of instructions on how to set up the picnic, in his own handwriting. It even said ‘transfer cheese to wooden board’ and included a drawing of how to set up the napkins on top of the plates, with the cutlery on top of the napkins.

“This is… so sweet.” I gushed, watching him blush. “Where did you get this from?”

“I googled picnics.” He shrugged. “Well, first I googled first date ideas. Then saw the picnic idea and went on google street view to see if this place would be good for one. Then googled how to do a picnic.” He shrugged, grabbing the paper back and folding it. “Not a big deal.”

It was the way he blushed slightly and still made it sound like it wasn’t a big deal that he put in that much effort into giving us one afternoon where we could pretend we were a normal couple, untouched by tragedy. That’s what made my heart swoon for him.

I didn’t even have time to kiss him, though. He was so adamant to continue as if nothing was the problem that he just held my hand and sat down, pulling me with him.

“So…” He started, smiling. “So good that we are finally able to do this.”

“It is.” I agreed, amused.

“Wine?”

“Yes, please.”

“So, tell me, what is it that you do?” I laughed so loudly he reluctantly joined me.

“I’m sorry, it’s just too weird.”

“Come on!” He complained. “Like a normal first date, just go with it.”

“Okay, okay…” I sighed, still smiling. “What I do for a living… I… I am a lawyer.” He gave me an annoyed look. “What? If I’m talking to someone who doesn’t know what I do for a living, I’m not gonna tell them.”

“Fair. But be honest.”

I sighed. “Alright. I have a law degree from Harvard, which I’m really proud of, and I mostly have experience with copyright law… But I am not practicing right now.”

“Really? How so?”

I gave him an annoyed look this time. “I… I made a career change last year towards working on my… family business.”

He grinned. “How interesting.”

“Thank you. It’s been very rewarding.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t an easy choice to make.”

My smile faltered slightly. “It wasn’t fully my choice… But I’m happy with it, regardless.” I added, to assuage his reaction.

He nodded, silently. After a while, he added, “Are you?”

I shifted the position of my legs under me, using the time it took to think it through.

“Yes. Yes? I think so.” I shrugged. “Honestly, I haven’t really stopped to figure that out… Not exactly a priority.”

“It should be.”

I smiled. Not knowing how to change the subject, I reached out to the platter next to me and grabbed a piece of cheese.

“This is really good.” I added.

He smiled, accepting of the change of subject.

“Alright, time for you to ask something.”

“Oh. Okay… Uhm.” I finished chewing slowly as I thought about it. “Where… are you from? Originally?”

He rolled his eyes, smiling. “I’m from England.”

“Oh, really? Interesting.” I said, overly impressed. “Where in England?”

“London.” He added, grinning. “I was born and raised in Central London.”

“Fancy.” I added, appreciatively, making him chuckle. “Do you like living there?”

He considered this. “…not particularly.”

I stopped chewing. “Really?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know… I mean, I liked it, yes, in that… generic, mandatory way you always feel you must like the place you are from. Like, I will defend it if I must. But… if I had a choice, would I want to spend the rest of my life there? I’m not sure I would.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” I shook my head. “Well.”

“Go on.” He said, grinning.

“Oh, I just mean… I love New York, it was one of the best experiences of my life living there for a year after law school, even if those memories are tainted with the presence of my ex… But as much as I love New York, and a lot of other places I’ve been to… coming home to Savoy is just…” I shrugged. “I don’t know, I couldn’t imagine staying away forever, you know? It’s home.”

He nodded. “I don’t know, I just don’t have that sense of attachment to England. To my family and friends, sure. But to the place? I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

We were silent for a while, eating cheese and drinking wine, and pondering over the words said. Then he perked up again, cheerily, and said,

“Tell me about your family.”

I gave the sky an eye roll. “…Fine.”

“Wow. So aggressive.” He noted, chuckling.

“Shut up.” I said. “Okay. Well, I’m the oldest of three. My brother was the middle child, but he passed away last year. He was three years younger than me and we got along really well. My sister is about eleven years younger than me, so we are not as close, though we’ve gotten a lot closer recently.”

“That’s nice to hear.” He smiled.

“My mother was born in Northern Savoy, her father is French, her mother is Savoyen. My grandfather has a property management and consultancy business, and my grandmother was always a stay-at-home mother. My mother only has one sister, Aunt Katherine, who’s now taken over my grandfather’s business, though her husband, Merlin, who is a Lord, seems to be making most of the calls. That is the root of most of the disagreements between my mother and Aunt, currently.”

“Tough.” He noted.

“Aunt Katherine has two children, Camille is the eldest, she’s been married to Hamilton Costeau for a few years, he’s a hotshot nightclub owner from the capital, and they’re expecting their first child currently. Her brother, Adam, is a freelance graphic designer, he’s married to a writer named Marcia. They’re probably my most normal relatives except that they’re wild, crazy hippies.”

He laughed. “How so?”

“They had a fully vegan wedding in a bowling alley and they live in a boat.”

He almost spit out his wine laughing. “What?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m gonna need more information.”

“There’s not really that much more to it. To be fair, the vegan menu was actually pretty good and bowling is fun. Haven’t been bowling since, so it’s a good memory. We don’t see them a lot, because of the boat.”

“When you say boat…?”

“Not a yatch or anything like that. It’s one of those small, house boats, like in Amsterdam? Except they actually use it to sail around since they’re both freelance and can work from anywhere.”

“Honestly… that sounds great.”

“They’re cool.” I nodded. “Let’s see… on my father’s side, he has two older sisters. Marilou Bondy is in her sixties, her husband is a Vice Admiral in the navy, and they have two kids in their mid-thirties. Zaccharie, married to Amber, they have two kids who are three and five years-old. Zacc is a business manager in a shipping company, his wife has a graduate degree in Psychology, but now is a stay-at-home mom. Zacc’s sister, Heloise, is CEO of a multinational company, and her husband is a doctor. They’re by far my relatives who’ve got it together the most.”

“Sounds like it, those are some big jobs. They have kids?”

“A two year old, adorable. All my cousin’s children are. We have good genes.” He laughed. “Let me see, what else? My father’s second oldest sister, Stephanie, married a Lord of Luxembourg, uncle Ellis, so they live there. They have three kids, Josephine, Klaus, and Catarina.”

“Klaus! I know Klaus!” He said, happily, “Love Klaus. He’s fun!”

“Yes, he’s… very you.” I noted, amused. “How did you two meet, anyway?”

“Oh, he met a friend of mine during gap year, so my friend introduced us at a festival later on.”

“Of course.” I nodded. “As you know, he works for an investment firm. His youngest sister, Catarina, is twenty-three, she took a few years after school to figure it out, so she’s still finishing her degree. And the oldest, Josephine, is an interior designer, and she’s actually getting married next month, to Marius Allard, who owns a network of gyms in Luxembourg.”

“Royal wedding?” He asked.

“A small one, but yes.”

“You going?”

“Yes.” I smiled. “Anyway. Then, there’s my father, the middle child, oldest brother, and they also have two youngest brothers. Or, had. Adrien’s father died many years ago of lymphoma, so now Adrien is next in line for the throne after Lourdes. You know him, so no need to go into it.”

“How is he doing in New York, by the way?” He asked, pouring us more wine. “I read he and the singer were seen partying in a boat?”

“For the fourth of July, yes.” I nodded. “My father and the advisors are… how can I say it? Pissed.” He chuckled. “Celebrating an American holiday, half naked, in a boat, with a bunch of celebrities, including his pink-haired girlfriend… they want him to come back.”

“Of course they do.”

“Adrien has a younger sister, Natalie, who’s my favorite.” I said, gushing. “She’s awesome, sweet, positive, always down for a good chat, though not big into parties or crowds–”

“So, the opposite of Adrien?”

“Yes.” I laughed. “Nat is getting her masters in Sorbonne, she studies literature and communications. Their mom, Princess Annette, has been a working royal for many years. Finally, my youngest uncle, Prince Albert, is also a working royal. He divorced his wife about five years ago, which was a huge scandal at the time, but we’ve managed to ride it out, and now everyone gets along fine. His ex-wife is even still a working royal, as well.”

“Woah.” He said, brows raised. “We could learn a thing or two from about how to handle divorce in a healthy way.”

“Agreed.” I said, teasing. “They have three kids. Maryanne is eighteen, currently serving her minimum military course post-graduation. Her brother James is sixteen, he’s in boarding school in Switzerland, and Sarah, who’s ten, attends the same boarding school as Lourdes… and that’s it. Unless you want to hear about my extended family, in which case we might be here a while.”

He nodded. While he digested the info-dump I’d just given him, I took the time to finish my wine and have some veggies and ranch.

“Question.” He said, unwrapping our sandwiches, “Why did you only mention two or three working royals?”

“My father’s oldest sisters lost their title upon marriage, and Aunt Stephanie lives in Luxembourg. Aunt Marilou and her husband do work sometimes, but that’s mostly because of her husband’s Admiral job. So, it’s mostly my father and his brothers who work for the Crown. Since Uncle James died, Adrien and his mom work, too, although he’s in New York now. His sister is still in school, so she’s excused. And that leaves uncle Albert and his ex-wife, and their kids are too young. There’s also some cousins of my father who are working royals, though they also have private careers.”

He nodded. “So that’s why you said you would have to become a working royal eventually.”

“Yep. That’s why a lot of the burden was already mine before, and also why I knew it would eventually be mine again. I just… I had hoped I’d have some time in-between.”

“Well,” he took the cheese platter and moved it to the side, leaning in closer to me. “You have time now.”

“I do, don’t I?” I smiled. “What should I do with it?”

“I have an idea.” He grinned, leaning in the rest of the way to touch his lips to mine.

His hand cupped my jaw as we kissed, my skin warm either from the sun or his touch. I put my glass down, mindlessly, not caring when I felt it fall to the grass. I slid my hand across his hair and laid back down, pulling him on top of me.

It was just one afternoon of borrowed time, but it was ours.

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It was a cloudy summey day, not great weather for a royal wedding, but it would have to do because Princess Josephine Anne-Marie Elyse of Luxembourg was ready to become Mrs. Marius Allard.

Normally, we wouldn’t all go to a royal wedding just because we were royals, but we were family this time, so we arrived, my family and I, in Luxembourg two nights before. The rehearsal dinner went without a hitch, and so the following morning we got ready in our hotel and waited with other foreign family members for the shutles that would drive us to the church.

I had changed Harry’s contact on my phone to Hedwig – a name I took from Harry Potter – just in case someone saw me texting him, which was bound to happen as were texting so much more often. This didn’t stop my heart from nearly freezing when I received a photo from him. It was a mirror selfie showcasing him in his ceremony military uniform, black and red, with medals to his chest. The text read: ‘beautiful day for a wedding’.

I sighed; A few weeks prior to this, Harry had excitedly informed me during a late-night facetime call, that his family had assigned him to represent them to Josephine’s wedding.

“Why?!” I asked then, astonished.

“Ouch.” He said, sarcastic. “I’m great at weddings.”

“I’m not saying you’re not.” I said, rolling my eyes. “And of course I want to see you! But… my whole family is going to be there! Isn’t your father supposed to do these things? Or your uncle?”

“My father will be busy, my uncle was going to go, yes, but turns out his son has pneumonia so he’s staying put.” He shrugged. “And since I know Klaus, they figured I would be more familiar to the bride and groom than my brother.”

I was quiet, biting my lower lip nervously.

“What? This is good! I’m excited I get to see you all dolled up so soon!”

But I couldn’t get my excitement to match his – and I tried. It was just too risky, not to mention it felt like the day would be torture. To be near him again and have to pretend I didn’t want to hold his hand? Kiss his lips? Rip the clothes right off his body? It was too much.

Sighing, I went to the bathroom and discreetly took my own mirror selfie showcasing my light pink dress with a darker pink on a slit falling from my hips, and my large disc fascinator, and texted it to him.

‘It is unfair how perfect you look’, he replied. It made me smile, and I tried to hold on to that feeling as we rode to the church.

As family, we were close to the last group to arrive, so when I walked down the red carpeted entrance towards the church behind my parents, all I could think was that Harry must already be inside.

We trotted behind, stopping to salute the military battalion in formation under the country’s flag – a Luxembourg tradition. Military personnel saluted, civilians lowered their heads or curtsied. Since mandatory minimum service was still considered service, I saluted with my father, as mom and Lourdes curtsied.

Inside, we were ushered to the front of the church by a palace aide. Because of the odd number of seats, our parents and I were seated one row in front of Lourdes, who found herself sitting between, of all people, Adrien and Harry.

My parents greeted Adrien, who was there fresh from a plane from New York, and then looked at Harry, who received from then a curt nod before they turned to the front.

"How's...? Uhm?" I started, as my cousin kissed my cheeks.

"Sienna?" He asked, sighing. "Her name is Sienna."

"Right. Sienna."

"She's good. She's recording a new album." He replied.

"How... fortuitous." I nodded, as he took his seat again.

Before I sat down, Harry managed to give me a sneaky wink. I blushed, and turned to the front.

We seemed to be the last frontier between family and important guests, as next to Harry sat other royals and in front of us, were mostly empty seats that filled quickly after we arrived.

Just as the music started, Lourdes, who'd been chatting excitedly between Adrien and Harry, sighed loudly and stage-whispered,

"Ah, damn, I'll barely be able to see Josephine from here." She complained. “Margueritte’s hat is too big.”

As calm as I could, I turned to her, taking the care to make myself sound annoyed. "Do you want to trade seats?"

"Really?" She asked, "Is that allowed?"

I looked at my parents, who were already discreetly looking at us.

"Is it?" I asked.

"I believe so." My father said.

Mom leaned closer to me. "Are you sure you don't mind, chérie?"

I smiled, already getting to my feet. "It's fine. At least this way she'll be quiet."

"I heard that." Lourdes said as she passed me by.

I took her seat and crossed my legs at my ankles, holding my head high facing forward, pretending I didn't see the grin on Harry's face.

Josephine looked breathtaking; lace bodice, three quarter sleeves, flowy, tulle, ball gown skirt, hair pinned back in a low hairdo, a long veil falling down from her family’s tiara – a Luxembourg tiara –, matching diamond earrings. It was difficult to take my eyes from her, except from one thing.

Harry was touching my hand. His fingers very gently grazed mine, slowly stretching until our middle fingers were enlaced. It was such a simple gesture. Such a light touch. But so many people around who were not meant to know about us. My heart beat faster on my chest and I felt my skin warmer as I remembered all the other ways in which that hand had touched me. I risked a look at him, who stared ahead determinedly.

As the song came to a slow end, I pulled my hand from his, startled, thinking for some reason the silence would make us more visible.

The priest began to speak in a monotone, calm voice up front. By my side, Harry adjusted himself in his seat, leaving his left knee to lightly, but very deliberately, touch mine.

I bit down a grin, sighing. Thinking two could play this game, I reached for the neckline of my dress with my hand, adjusting it slightly as if to fix something, but ‘accidentally’ pulling it down sligthly. As it was V shaped, this enlarged my cleavage only slightly, especially as I crossed my arms over my lap, pulling my breasts together.

I stared ahead, ignoring Harry, but I felt his leg press harder against mine.

“Beautiful wedding, isn’t it?” I whispered to him, pointing my chest in his direction.

“Is this another catholic tradition?” He whispered very lightly leaning closer to me. I smiled, blushing.

I looked down at my lap, fiddling with the program. I had no idea where we were on it, which is why I startled again as suddenly everyone rose from their seats to sing another hymn. I followed, pulling my dress up nervously, but I did leave my arm down hoping Harry would touch my hand again.

It took him what felt like the whole song, but then he finally did. I allowed my own fingers to caress his this time, missing being able to touch him, feeling my palms sweating as the thought.

When we sat down again, and someone else started speaking, he leaned down slowly and asked, whispery:

“Truth or dare?”

I sighed dramatically, and gave him a stern look, hiding my amusement.

“Truth.” I mouthed.

He grinned, and leaned down again. “What were you thinking about during the song?”

What he was asking was, of course, ‘what were you thinking about while our hands touched secretly in the middle of this very full church?’

I leaned to him, but starting ahead, said, “About how good it felt last time you fingered me–”

He sighed, heavily, leaning away from me, adjusting his tie as if it was the most important thing in the world.

He didn’t allow me to ask it back, his eyes stared firmly and frustratingly ahead for the rest of the – very long – service.

When Josephine and Marius walked out as husband and wife, we all waited for their close families to follow and then to the aides to guide us away at the right time. Harry continued to deliberately look away from me at all times.

We were ushered back into the shuttles with the rest of the family, everyone talking excitedly about their favorite moments of the ceremony. I kept my comments to the dress, the only part I remembered in detail.

The reception was held in the palace; I didn’t see Harry again for a very long time. No one seemed to have noticed anything out of the ordinary, other than Lourdes who asked if I was mad at him because we seemed to have ‘barely spoken’.

As all the guests were in their seats, I finally found Harry in a distant table with other foreign royals who weren’t family. There were speeches, there were dances, there were entrées and champagne, and Harry’s eyes continued to find mine whenever I looked at him. Luckily, I was able to distract myself by my family grilling Adrien about his inappropriate girlfriend.

Conversation was the sound of the night in between courses when I decided to find a bathroom to re-apply my lipstick.

“If you pass by a waiter, would you ask for someone to bring me more water?” Lourdes asked as I left.

“I’m not your maid.”

“Really? It’ll cost nothing–”

“Shut up, of course I’ll do it.”

She rolled her eyes in response.

I was distracted, looking around for a waiter, when my eyes found Harry’s again. This time, too intense to look away. He put his hands in his pocket and pointedly walked out of the hall.

I sighed. It was too idiotic a choice to follow him. Yet, there I was. My feet moving of their own accord.

He walked off down the hallway, calm as can be, stopping only to ask an aide for directions. Down another hallway, he turned to the right, before confidently opening a door, turning back to lock his eyes on mine, and walk inside.

I bit my lower lip and looked around. There was a staff member walking off in the distance, but no one around other than that. I didn’t know if that would last. I walked to the door, and casually looked around one more time. No one was watching. No one around. I took in a deep breath, and walked inside.

I quickly closed the door behind me, but I had no time to notice anything else. Harry’s lips were on mine, strongly, arms framing me in place against the door. One hand turned the lock, the other traveled up and down my side, his heavy breath on my skin.

“That was not okay.” He said, voice low, anguished, against my neck. “Back there.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said, innocently. “All I remember is a lovely ceremony.”

He grinned against my neck in between kisses. “Fuck you.”

"It's true.”

“You liked when I fingered you, right?” He asked, lightly biting my earlobe. “Maybe I should do it again, then.”

My whole body trembled at the thought of going back outside, pretending nothing had happened, still pulsating with his touch on me.

“…maybe you should.” I said, weakly, feeling his large hand grasp my breast. “Right here. Right now.”

“…that would be really stupid, now, wouldn’t it?” He asked, reaching down for the hem of my dress, pulling it upwards. “We wouldn’t want to be caught… what would they think?”

“It would be such a scandal.” I agreed, feeling his hands now grip my thighs, pulling me up in one quick move.

He pinned against the wall, legs around his waist, leaving me in the perfect position to feel him thrusting his hardened dick against my crotch.

He touched his forehead to mine, and grinned.

“You’re fucking torture, Your Royal Highness.”

I grinned, happily, wrapping my legs tighter around him.

“You like it.”

He smiled in response, his hands rounded my thighs to reach below in between my legs, finding a path under my wet underwear.

“I do.” He confessed, touching me like it was the very first time. “I like it a lot.”

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[A/N: Well. This was a lot. LOL what do you think??? A lot of...stuff coming so I wanted to take a chapter for happiness only. Also, I promise all that family tree stuff is important. THANK YOU FOR READING AND SORRY I’M LATE! Have a grat week! Next chapter: invictus games! harry’s birthday! MM and Harry get careless... tune in to find out what happens ;) ]

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My Hero–Zac Efron

I closed my door and leaned against it, slowly sliding down until my ass hit the ground. I pulled my knees into my chest, struggling to hold back my tears. I jumped, the sob escaping when I heard a crash coming from downstairs.

I grabbed my phone with shaking hands, hesitating to call him. I bit my lip when I thought about how busy he was and how stressed he told me he's been. I jumped again when there was another crash.

I clicked on his contact and held my phone tightly to my ear, wanting to hear his soft, soothing voice instead of the angry yells of my parents.

"Hey, you," he greeted. The second I heard his voice, I smiled. My smile fell when a crash came from downstairs.

"Y/N?" Zac said, his voice changing. "You okay?"

"I'm sorry," I choked back a sob. "I know you're in the middle of filming Baywatch and you're probably not even home and it's late and. . ."

"Y/N," he said softly cutting me off. "What is it?"

"My parents," I stuttered. I tried to explain, but I couldn't form the words without sobbing.

"Are they fighting again?" He asked gently.

I nodded but quickly remembered he couldn't see me. "Yes," I said in a low voice.

"I'm on my way."

Before he could hang up, I quickly added, "I know you're super busy and probably really stressed. . . You don't have to come all the way over. I live really far from you and. . . I'm. . . I'm fine. I just needed to hear your voice."

"I'm never too busy for you, Y/N. You know that." I could hear the smile in his voice as he continued, "You're my best friend. I've always got time for you. And if I don't, I'll make the time. Besides, we finished filming early today and it was canceled tomorrow due to weather."

I smiled for the first time in what felt like weeks. "I love you, Z."

I thought I heard him suck in a breath but quickly dismissed it when he laughed. "I love you too, Y/N. I'm on my way. I'll text you when I get there so you can sneak out the balcony."

* * * * *

The second my phone dinged, I knew it was Zac so I went out to my balcony and climbed down. Back in middle school, Zac built a ladder on the side of my house so I could sneak out whenever my parents were fighting. He did it one weekend when my dad was out of town and my mom was on one of her all-day bar-hop adventures.

The second my feet hit the grass, I took off running towards the street. I saw him slowly get out when his car came into view. He sent me a smile as he walked around his car. When I got to him, I instantly jumped into his arms. I heard him let out a sigh as I tightly wrapped my arms around his neck.

"You okay?" He whispered in my ear.

I pulled out of the hug and smiled as he reached up and caught a tear with his thumb. "I am now," I said, my voice shaky from crying.

Zac looked back at my house, hesitating. "What?" I asked, my voice still low.

"I was just thinking. . . I should've told you to pack some clothes. If you want to run back inside, I'll wait."

I bit my lip and debated before finally deciding to shake my head. "It's okay," I shrugged. "I don't. . . I don't really want to go back inside."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "I'll just wear one of your shirts to sleep in."

"What about tomorrow?"

"You really think we're going anywhere tomorrow?" I asked, my voice slowly starting to sound normal.

He pretended to think about it before laughing. "Good point." He stood on his toes and kissed my forehead. "Come on," he whispered.

I bit my lip as he grabbed my hand and led me to his car. He opened the door for me and sent me a wink as I sat in the passenger seat.

We drove around, soft music playing from the speakers. I smiled when I recognized the playlist that was currently playing. It was one he had on his phone for whenever I'm having a panic attack or a rough day. It's full of our favorite soft songs, songs that help with anxiety, and songs we can drive around and listen to without feeling obligated to sing along.

I took a shaky breath as he reached over and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. I closed my eyes as he squeezed my hand.

"So," Zac cleared his throat, being the first one to speak since we got in the car. "Do you want to drive around and talk or go back to my place and talk?"

"Can we just drive somewhere?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"Of course," he smiled. "I know just the place."

* * * * *

We drove around for about twenty minutes, neither one of us saying anything and our hands still intertwined, before he finally pulled up to a hiking trail. He drove past several camping spots, heading somewhere specific. I didn't ask where we were or where we were going as he drove and eventually parked the car.

The second we were both out of the car, Zac reached over and grabbed my hand. We walked along the trail until we got to a clearing. When we walked through the trees and saw the city skyline, my jaw dropped.

"This is my favorite place," Zac whispered. "I come here when I need a break. I've never brought anyone here before."

"Why now?" I asked my voice soft as I couldn't look away from the view. "Why me?"

Zac pulled on my hand, making me turn towards him. "I come here when I have important things to think through or big decisions to make. I brought you here because I had a feeling you needed it."

I wasn't sure what to say as he turned back around, towards the skyline.

"Did I ever tell you that Adam moved out?" He asked randomly.

"No," I said slowly, not sure why that was relevant. He smirked as he grabbed both of my hands, turning me back towards him.

"Y/N," he started, making the butterflies dance in my stomach. "You should move in with me."

"Wait, what?" I stuttered, taken back.

"I have an extra room now. I hate living alone. My place is closer to your campus than your parent's house. It's quieter. We'll always see each other. I can help you with your homework. You can help me memorize lines. I can keep going if you need more reasons."

I bit my lip as he listed out the different reasons why I should live with him. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted. Like really tempted.

"So?" He asked, making me realize he had stopped talking and was waiting for me to say something.

"I don't know," I stuttered. "What about. . . I mean. . . My parents. . ."

"Y/N, are you happy living at your parent's house?" Zac asked when I stopped stuttering. "Like really happy?"

"No."

"Do you think you'd be happier living with me?" He asked, almost hesitantly.

"I don't know," I stuttered, my voice dropping to a whisper. "I mean, I think so."

"Then move in with me," Zac said almost sounding desperate. "Please, Y/N. I hate thinking you're living somewhere you don't feel safe. You'll feel safe with me, I promise. I can take care of you. I will take care of you."

"Zac," I sighed, cutting him off. "It's not that I don't think you can take care of me."

"Then what is it?"

I hesitated, nervous to voice my thoughts. I saw the look in his eyes and suddenly felt different. Zac has always taken care of me, protected me, loved me, but just how much?

"Have you really thought this through?" I asked as I let go of his hands and started pacing. "I mean. . . Living with your best friend, who's a girl? I just. . . What if you bring a girl home and she doesn't like that you live with another girl? Especially if your roommate is a girl you've known your whole life."

"I won't bring a girl home."

I froze and looked at him, unable to read the expression on his face. So instead, I said, "Zac, you're gonna go on dates and, eventually, you'll bring a girl home. That's how it works. I don't want you to have to change how you live just because you live with me. What if you. . ."

Zac walked over and cut me off as he grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. Our lips didn't move against each other; they just touched. The kiss was soft and simple, but it felt more.

He pulled away, a smile on his face. I could feel the redness creeping up my neck and to my cheeks.

"Y/N," he whispered. "I'm not going to bring a girl home because the girl I want to be with will already be there, waiting for me."

"But. . ." I stuttered, my thoughts dancing around my head. Zac laughed as I opened and closed my mouth.

"What?" Zac teased as he gently let go of my face. "You didn't know that I was absolutely, crazily, head over heels in love with you?"

He laughed as I shook my head, still speechless. "Really? With all the times I came rushing over, ditched my friends for you, had movie marathons with you instead of going to parties, spent night after night holding you as you cried? All the times I literally told you I loved you?"

"I thought that was. . . As a friend."

"Nope," he whispered, laughing softly. I held my breath as I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his.

I felt Zac smile into the kiss as I pulled on his shirt, pulling him closer to me and deepening the kiss. Our lips continued to move in sync as he wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

When neither one of us could breathe, we pulled apart. You could hear us both trying to catch our breaths as we stared at each other.

"Y/N, we've known each other our whole lives," Zac whispered, not breaking our intense eye contact. "I've been in love with you since I knew what love was. Move in with me. Please."

I hesitated. "My dad won't like it," I said softly.

"Well," Zac sighed. "It's not his decision to make. It's yours. So, what do you want?"

"I want to move in with you."

I giggled as he pulled me into his chest, slightly lifting me up off my feet. He put me down and pulled out of the hug. I smiled as I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his.

Zac instantly started kissing me back as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest. I slid my hands up his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck.

I pulled out of the kiss and leaned my forehead against his. I felt myself blush when I remembered that I hadn't told him how I felt.

"Zac?" I whispered. He hummed as he rubbed his nose against mine.I leaned back and nervously bit my bottom lip. My cheeks burned more when he smiled down at me.

"I love you too."

As soon as the words left my mouth, his smile grew.

"Hallelujah," he joked before pulling me back in for another kiss. I playfully pushed him, breaking the kiss.

He just laughed as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my cheek. Suddenly, the smile on my face dropped. I took a step back, causing Zac's hand to fall back to his side. I avoided his questioning look as I walked over and sat on a bench nearby. I played with my fingers as he walked over and sat next to me.

"You okay?"

I looked up when he reached over, grabbed my hand, and intertwined our fingers. He was looking at me with soft eyes, waiting patiently for me to open up. That's something I've always loved about Zac. He never pushed me to open up. He let me do it on my own time.

"I've just been thinking about how I'm going to tell my parents," I said, looking back down at our hands. "Part of me. . ."

"Part of you what?"

I looked back up at him, nervously biting my bottom lip. "Part of me wants to just pack up all my stuff and leave a note. Is that. . . Is that bad?"

Zac thought about it for a second before he smiled. "I actually think that's a great idea. Then maybe you can tell them how their fighting has been affecting you." He stopped talking when he saw the hesitation on my face. "What?"

"I've always thought. . . What if. . ."

"What if you living with them has kept them together?" He asked, finishing my thought for me. I nodded, chewing my bottom lip.

Zac sighed as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me down so I was leaning my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes and smiled as he started to rub his hand up and down my arm.

"Y/N, that's a lot of pressure to put on yourself," he sighed. "And besides, don't you think they'd both be happier if they finally got a divorce? You've been saying they should get one since high school."

"I know," I said under my breath. "I just don't want to be the reason they split up."

Zac turned, causing me to sit up. "Y/N, you aren't the reason. The real reason is they never stop fighting. That has nothing to do with you."

I nodded as I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. Zac reached over and gently grabbed my chin before pressing his lips to mine.

"Want to start packing?" He whispered as he pulled away.

"We should wait," I said under my breath. "My dad has to work all day tomorrow and my mom will most likely spend the entire morning at the gym. We can go to my house then and pack."

He nodded as he stood up and pulled me with him. He smiled at me before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. We pulled apart and leaned our foreheads against each other. Zac pressed another gentle kiss to my lips before pulling away. With our hands still intertwined, Zac led me back to his car.

As we left, I leaned my head against the headrest. I smiled as Zac squeezed my hand. I looked over at him to see him glance at me. He pulled up to a red light and finally turned his head towards me. I reached up and grabbed his cheek, pressing my lips to his.

"I love you," I whispered when I broke the kiss.

"I love you too."

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Part V: Liars

Author’s Notes: This is that aforementioned storm. Timeline wise, the two of you have only been together for half a year.

Genre: Little fluff at the beginning, then boom ANGST

Summary: You and Joel find the bodies of two former Jackson residents. The traumatizing discovery prompted you to question Joel again. His lack of answers caused a riff in your romance with each other. After a little bit of time, you decided to take a road trip down to Utah to visit the hospital and find some answers for yourself.

Ship: Joel x Reader

As two of the most experienced survivors in Jackson, you and Joel often patrolled as a pair. Joel didn’t mind doing group outings, but if you were involved, he preferred it to be just the two of you. For a couple that lived together, you and Joel didn’t see too much of each other. This led him to cherish these particular patrols. It was an easy day. The only clickers you found were through a scope. Joel may not be a stranger to violence, but any day where melee combat can be avoided is a good day to him. The two of you took your time on the trail; your horses slowly walking next to each other. You pointed out a small cottage. It was picturesque considering the dilapidation of its surrounding environment. Joel was apprehensive, but agreed to make a little detour so the two of you could check the place out. You figured stopping there would give everyone a bit of rest before continuing on.

Joel searched the perimeter and you peered through the windows. He approached the door and found that it was unlocked. The two of you entered and looked around silently. You followed him down the hallway to a door that was cracked open. He tried to open it further, but it barely budged.

“Think you could try to get through there?” He suggested, looking at the narrow space between the door and the wall.

“Got it.” You slipped through the space with little maneuvering of your body. Once you were in, you immediately turned around to find what was blocking the door. Someone had barricaded it with a dresser. You pushed it out the way. “All good.” You said to him.

Joel grunted, pushing the door open wider. “Thanks.” It didn’t take long for you to spot a body. It distracted you from the moving one to your right. “(Y/N)!” Joel alerted you. It got too close for his comfort. He shot the clicker right as your brain registered it's existence.

“Thanks.” You said after letting out a breath.

“Yeah.” He mumbled before examining the human body. “Hey, c’mere.” He had crouched down in front of the skeleton. “You remember when Maria called a search for those two teenagers that ranaway?”

“Yeah.” You approached the body.

“I think this is them.” Joel said.

“God, that was a year ago now. They only made it this far before…” You faded out. You didn’t even want to finish the sentence. You turned back to face the other body. One of them had turned. “Guessing by the head wound and the blood under it, this one was shot by that one.” You pointed back and forth between the bodies.

“I’d reckon you’re right.” He let out a little grunt as he got up. You walked around to gather clues on their demise before discovering a scrap piece of paper on a table.

“‘Jackson is a wonderful place, but we got tired of hearing the stories of people suffering everywhere else. We wanted to save lives. We had good intentions.” A breath hitched in your throat as you read the next part. “‘We didn’t make it an hour before running into a horde. Now we’re bitten. We’ve decided we’re going to end our lives instead of turning. Please tell our family and friends that we’re sorry. Love Adam and Sidney.” Joel watched as you turned the paper around. There was more on the back. “‘I shot her. I can’t take my own life. I’m a fucking coward. Adam.’”

“Jesus.” Joel whispered to himself.

“If only they were immune, right?” You commented, putting the paper back down. He glared at you. He couldn’t quite read your face, but he could only hope that what you said didn’t mean anything.

He broke the silence. “Well. Let’s, uh, get these bodies back to Jackson.” He looked at you and gestured with his head. “C’mon.” He began to move, but you stayed still.

“When we took that hike a couple years ago, you said that my test results didn’t matter.” You started. Slowly, Joel turned around. He knew he was in for it. “What did they tell you specifically? Why couldn’t they make a cure from me?”

“They told me that there were others like you. You weren’t the only immune that they’d come across, (Y/N)----”

“That’s not what they told me.” You stated, growing frustrated.

“They probably said that you were the only one, to make you go. They wanted you to feel the weight of the world on your shoulders like it was your responsibility to save mankind.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that before?” Your voice started to sound defeated.

Joel let out a deep sigh. “I didn’t want you to think it was all for nothing.”

“If there were other people, then why couldn’t they make a cure from them?” You asked.

“That’s the thing, (Y/N). They had their chance. Multiple chances, matter of fact, and they failed each time. They didn’t seem any more certain about a cure when your test results came back.”

You thought on his words for a moment. “I never met another immune before. Have you?”

“They could be hiding it. You do.” He replied softly. It could have been true, but the feeling from your gut was familiar. It told you that he was still lying. He could tell you were thinking of something else to ask. “Is now really the time for this?” He slowly approached you. His demeanor hardened.

“We traveled across the whole country to get to that hospital. I had so many questions for them. What if we had stayed? If you would have given them more time, they could have figured something out; something they hadn’t seen with the other immune.” You raised your voice, almost in a pleading tone.

“(Y/N),” Joel’s voice turned firm. “How many times do I have to say, there was no cure! They failed. They tried. We tried. But it just didn’t work. I need you to understand that.” He let that sink in before changing the subject. “Now, we need to get these kids back to their families.” He continued to glare at you, but you looked away. His defensive attitude dissipated. “C’mon.”

For the sake of getting back home on time with the bodies, you let the matter go, but it didn’t stop eating away at you. The two of you looked around the house for supplies before going back to the room where the bodies were. You helped Joel wrap them in sheets. He carried Adam and you carried Sidney. Because she was nothing but bones at this point, Sidney was much more fragile. You tried to keep her intact when putting her over the horse. Unlike Adam, she did not stay put. You felt bad all around, between handling the bodies and the inconclusive talk you had with Joel. This was your first fight as a couple and you didn’t know what to do about it. You wanted to figure it out alone, but you had no choice but to walk with him the whole way back to Jackson. It was a long walk and you stayed silent the whole time.

You took that time to try to regain your memory of that day. The fact that it’d taken so long for it to come back made you think that it was stunted from more than the anesthesia. You figured it was better to try to come up with the answers yourself for once than ask Joel. He was remarkably defensive and you weren’t in the mood to deal with that.

You remembered cold frigid water, but how did you get there? What was the body of water? You’ve known how to swim since you were a kid, so if you were to have drowned, how did it happen? You tried to think further, but that was as far as your brain would go.

When the two of you arrived, Joel told the gatekeeper to radio Maria. She and Tommy came as soon as they could. You watched the somber looks on their faces. The brothers gently unmounted the bodies while she sent others out to tell the families. You took the reigns of the two horses and led them back to the stables.

That night, you went to bed early. After the stables, you went straight home in the hopes to be fast asleep by the time Joel got home. Your plan worked and soon you were lost in a slumber. Next thing you knew, you were swimming. The water was murky but manageable. You had to dive through an opening to get to your destination. The place looked industrial. You looked around as you lifted yourself out of the water. There were steel beams and ladders and then there was Joel. He was standing there waiting for you. His mouth moved, but you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. He seemed happy to see you though. You caught up with him and the two of you walked through the building. The sound of rushing water got louder as you approached the end of the pathway. A strong current had flooded this section of the building. “Hold on, we’ll find a way across.” Joel said encouragingly. You followed his lead as he started to hop on top of floating debris. At one point, you got ahead of Joel and decided to cross to another section of the building by walking across on an overturned bus. You hopped down onto it. You could tell it was unsteady, but it did its job. You had just made it across when Joel hopped down onto it. The sound of creaking metal and rushing water formed a pit in your stomach as you knew that Joel was not going to make it. You tried to reach out for him, but the platform began to break underneath you. The current started to move the bus, which caused Joel to lose his balance and fall into a broken window. You screamed his name. You could hear him struggle as water rushed through the openings of the bus. You ran across the platform in an attempt to catch up with it. You released a burst of energy and jumped onto the glass door. Luckily, it didn’t break when you did because you saw that Joel was right under it. You wanted him to move so you could try to bust the window open and pull him through, but the current was keeping him pinned where he was. He reached up and tried to pry the door open, so you followed suit. The rapid current coupled with the increasing weight of the big metal box, caused the bus to almost spin before sinking. You lost your balance and fell into the water. It happened so quickly. Your heart rate grew faster and faster until it stopped altogether. Everything went black and that's when your eyes shot open. You clutched your chest as your eyes adjusted to the darkness of your room. You could feel yourself starting to hyperventilate. You focused on your breathing, allowing you to calm down. Joel was there next to you, fast asleep. It must have been early morning. You got up with no intention to go back to sleep.

Over the next couple of days, you became insomniatic as your brain kept going back to the hospital. Every night, you laid in bed feigning sleep until you heard the sound of Joel’s light snores. It was then that you would get out of bed and get dressed. After a few days, it’d become routine for you to head to the training grounds in the settlement and practice your archery. To avoid attracting attention, you did not bring a lamp. The only light you had was from the moon. You told yourself that you did it to practice nighttime combat, but truly, it was an attempt to distract and tire you. It mainly helped the latter.

“Tonight is the night.” you whispered to yourself once you were downstairs. Your night started off like the others: waiting for Joel to fall asleep and getting dressed. This time, you had a bag packed, hidden in a crawl space you found. You went through it one last time before slinging it over your shoulders. You pulled open the junk drawer, careful not to make noise, and grabbed a pen and paper. You wrote a brief note before sticking it on the refrigerator. Part of you was hoping he wouldn’t find it immediately so you could have enough time to do what you needed to do. You contemplated not writing a note at all, but you couldn’t do that to him. Despite your instinct that he was lying to you, he didn’t deserve to not know.

A week earlier, you snuck out the east gate, known for being unmanned, and acquired a working car. That in and of itself wasn’t easy, but finding gas to syphon was another story. Your trip depended on this, though. You could have snuck your horse out, but you didn’t want to risk any problems that would arise during such a distance. You parked the black SUV a considerable distance from Jackson to avoid being detected by anyone there. With only minor obstacles, you were able to make it past two state lines by daybreak. The car’s speed began to slow down as you approached St. Mary’s hospital. The building was desolate. It didn’t stop you from being cautious as you got closer. You parked your car behind a big bush and covered it in branches before you set off on foot. The inside did not look familiar to you at all, which made sense since you were never awake for any of it. Did it even happen at all? You asked yourself. You knew that this was the building because the two of you had spotted it from afar, but what if you never made it. From the start of the journey, Joel was hesitant toward anything regarding the Fireflies. He even asked you if you wanted to turn back. If you being knocked unconscious in the water was true, then maybe he took that opportunity to make the choice for you. I still woke up in a hospital gown, though; you thought.

As you looked around, you found evidence of a former settlement. The doctors and scientists who worked in the building must have lived here as well. A lot of their stuff was still here. It was as if they never left, but no one was there. Blood was found on the walls and floor. It was far from fresh, so it didn’t phase you at first. Your break in the mystery was an abandoned duffle bag with the Fireflies symbol on it. Underneath the clothes, you found a tape recorder. Luckily for you, it still worked. You pressed play: “Most people have left already. I was one of the ones that wanted to go after the smuggler and the girl. They said, even if we found her, or by some miracle, found someone else that’s immune, it’d make no difference. The only person who could develop a vaccine is dead.” So many questions ran through your mind. You didn’t know which to visit first. All you knew was that you were right, Joel was a liar. He had looked in your eyes and lied to your face. How could I ever trust him again? You stuffed the recorder in your back pocket and continued to search. In another room, you found patient files in a cabinet. There was not one for you, but you went through the files of others. As you skimmed through, you found out that the Fireflies experimented on humans who were not immune. From what you could tell, they tried to cure patients who were involuntarily infected by the fungal parasite. The goal was to kill the parasite once it had embedded itself in the host before complete transformation. Finding a cure was more than just a race against time. It was a way to kill the parasite for good without killing the host. It was a way to go back to normal. If a safe solution could be found, it could be turned into a vaccine and give people immunity. That was the theory, at least. None of them survived, however.

You read some notes strewn across a desk written by a doctor named Jerry Anderson. They seemed bleak. He mentioned the preparation to dissect a human patient alive through the brain. The writing seemed so archaic and almost desperate. Nothing else had worked. Dr. Anderson wasn’t sure if the sample that he planned to pull out of the patient would survive outside the host in the conditions of the rundown hospital long enough for him to reverse engineer a vaccine. It was a risk he was willing to take, however. There was no official file for a patient corroborating these notes.

You packed everything that you found of importance into your backpack. You intended to bring it back to Jackson and confront Joel with it. You made your way back outside before the sun began to set. The sound of approaching horse hooves made you alert. You turned around to watch the galloping figure.

“(Y/N)!” You recognized Joel’s voice first. He pulled on the reigns of his horse as soon as he got within a yard of you. He slid off with ease and walked up to you, never breaking eye contact. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were of worry and disbelief. You thought he was going to yell at you but all he did was hug you. “C’mere.” Joel pulled you into a tight embrace. He noticed that you didn’t return the gesture. Still, he let his chin rest on top of your head before kissing it. “The hell were you thinkin’? Runnin’ off in the middle of the night like that? You talk to me. You don’t just leave me a damn note.”

You pushed him off of you. “Talk to you? I don’t know what to say to you anymore.” Hearing you say that broke his heart. He noticed the change in your disposition after the two of you found those missing teenagers. You’d become withdrawn. “But if you want to talk, then let’s talk!” You heatedly exclaimed before taking a breath to level your voice. “Tell me what happened here.” Joel silently looked at you with large, guilty eyes. “I swear to you this is the last time I’ll ask, because if you lie to me one more time, I’m gone. You’ll never see me again. But if you tell me the truth, I’ll go back to Jackson.” You paused and lowered your voice. “No matter what it is.” Joel let out a long sigh but stayed silent after that. You could tell he was thinking. “Just say it.”

It was when you finally said his name did he look back up at you and begin to speak. “Making a vaccine would have killed you.” You let out a shaky breath as he watched you. “So I stopped them.” A tear ran down your cheek. He reached out to wipe it, but you moved away.

“Don’t touch me!” You couldn’t look at him.

“(Y/N), listen to me. The Fireflies,” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t have ever trusted them.”

“Like how I trusted you?”

He inched closer to you, but you inched just as much back. “You were drowning. I tried to save you but some Firefly soldier attacked me. When I woke up, you were gone. They told me that you were being prepped for surgery. The blood tests and scans were not enough for them. They said that what you have is a mutation of the Cordyceps and it’s located in your brain. Somethin’ about it blocking transmitters. It’s why you’re immune. They were going to cut you open and leave you there.”

It was at that point you realized that the doctor’s notes were about you. It was your brain that he had planned on dissecting. You would have died. Streams of hot tears rolled down your face and onto your sweater. In the back of your mind, you knew that that could have been a possibility. You expected to die a long time ago anyway. Your death was just a delayed event.

“My immunity would have meant something!” You said, thinking back to the tape recorder. “What did you do to them?” You finally looked up at him again. I already know, don’t I?, you thought to yourself. The images of stale blood resurfaced in your mind. There was a lot of it. “You killed them.” You stated. He did not agree nor deny. “Oh my God!” Your voice became shaky as you thought about the amount of violence that Joel had single handedly caused. That blood didn’t just belong to a couple of people; not even a handful. A whole settlement was damn near executed and you let yourself love the man who did it. Your face fell into your hands as you began to hyperventilate. His fingertips barely brushed your shoulder when you slapped them away. “I said don’t you fucking touch me!” You stared into his eyes. They were ashamed, but unremorseful. “I’ll go back to Jackson, but we’re done.”

You get in your car and head back home, leaving him standing there. Those were the last words you spoke to him for months. Making it back to the house before he did, you gathered up your things and stayed at a friend’s for a while.

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