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harveywritings92 · 5 years ago

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You get gender swapped 2: Altair, Ezio, Shay:

Altair Modern au: Altair or Alya... as he was dubbed by Y/n or rather YM/n now! refused to go out anywhere the last thing she wanted was, her fellow assassins seeing Altair like this! but Ym/n had said to suck it up, they couldn't hide forever! eventually someone's going to come looking for them. and there they were in the outdoor market grocery shopping...

Well Ym/n was shopping Altair/Alya was standing of to the side pouting, that was until the owner's creepy nephew his wife had warned him about, came up behind the now black haired woman. Alya/Altair's eye twitched hearing the man's heavy mouth breathing and disgusting voice in his ear.

"Hey, pretty lady are ya new? maybe I can help-" he did the mistake of putting his hand on the assassin's butt, there was a crash and stunned gasps Ym/n dropped the apples he was examining before looking over at his/her husband, who had the owner's nephew on the ground arm twisted behind his back and knee digging painfully into his spine.

"Disgusting pig! What gives you the right to touch me?!" Altair snarled gold eyes alight with murderous rage as the man started crying for his uncle! Ym/n ran over and tried pulling the livid woman off he guy before the uncle shows up, her husband wasn’t having it! "Has he done this you?" Altair demanded as the now y/hc man shook his head and tried to pry her hands off the clerk.

"Alya sweetie.. we have go."

"No we don't-"

"Yes we do!"

"What's going on here?!"

A new voice joined the fray and the store owner was trying to make his way through the crowd, causing Altair to become distracted long enough for Ym/n to yank him off the clerk, and run out of the market before he reached them!

When they finally got home whatever switched their genders wore off and after helping Altair out of her clothes, her husband spent the next couple hour lecturing and trying to teach Y/n how to defend herself from threats.

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Shay Cormac: Shay hummed as Y/n finished putting the last touches on his disguise, Gender swapped or not, he still had templar duties to carry out! their target was a notorious playboy.

who just so happened to be attracted to Shay's girlfriend; who was also affected by this phenomenon, had sent her an invitation to a party he was throwing. And unfortunately Y/n had fallen ill, so her cousin Shayla has graciously decided to go in her place...

The now Irishwoman felt a thumb glide over her lips as said y/nat man touched up her make-up. "There we go..." He cooed leaning away from her. "You can open your eyes now." Shay did so to see YM/n dressed as a jarvey wiping his hand then turned to look in the mirror to see a very gorgeous woman starring back at him, the assassin hunter was impressed the y/hc man even managed to cover his scar!

He curiously brought his hand up to fiddle with the templar cross choker around his neck as his brown eyes looked down at the breath taking black and scarlet gown he was wearing, his lips castes a small frown, Getting Y/n's attention who's brows furrowed.

"What, do you not like it?" he asked cautiously as he adjusted his jacket and grabbing a top-hat, Shay face felt hot as he tried to picture normal Y/n in his situation..."No, I look nice lass, ern lad, it just..." the y/nat hummed for the templar to continue.

"Why don't you ever try dressing like this? Your father did make them for you." He pointed a gloved hand to the large chest filled with dresses, He only ever seen her in men's clothes not that he's complaining!

It just Shay would like to see his girl in a dress just once! Ym/n looked uncomfortable... "Believe it or not I used dress like that all time, until a boy I had feelings for ripped my dress and called me ugly..." Y/n mumbled keeping their y/ec on their reflection it still bothered her, Shay could tell her ears were turning pink they do that whenever he left on mission.

When they're back to normal Shay intends to show Y/n just how beautiful he thinks she is, All bloody night if he has to! Also made a mental note to track down that dickless jerk down and show him what happens when you make Shay Cormac's girl cry!

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Ezio: He loved it at first! Because "Hey... I can look at myself naked.~" But his excitement soon turned annoyance and jealousy, as men wouldn't stop trying to grab and grope him everytime he went into Rosa in Fiore asking about the Borgia, and the jealousy was stemming from watching the female novices swoon, flirt and try and throw themselves at Y/n who also had her gender swapped, and it was pissing the master assassin off!

Of course Y/n didn't realize this the now man just though everyone was being nice! (for once) the when she was a woman she often get rude notes and jealous glares from the girls who were fawning over her husband.

They were rude mainly because she wasn't an assassin, she wasn't a civilian either but they didn't know that! She used to be one of Mario's mercenaries before Monteriggioni was restored.

Any we're getting off track! Ezio had woken up that morning feeling off he reached for Y/n only to find his spouse gone! worried he got up to check around when he heard some girls sigh contently as they looked out a window,

Bemused Ezio went to see what they were looking at to see Ym/n shirtless and chopping wood! the assassin felt his eye twitch as a random woman approached and started squeezing Y/n's biceps, when suddenly there was a flash of blinding light causing everyone to cover there eyes.

when the assassin opened them again Ezio was so happy to see he was a man again!! Wait... His smile dropped when he remembered Y/n! he heard a shriek, looked outside to see the women gawking at her stunned as she sat on the ground covering her breasts, before a group of drunk men noticed her lack of cover and immediately made a beeline towards his wife!

Thinking fast Ezio grabbed a smoke bomb jumped out the window, toss the bomb between his wife and the men, pulled his shirt off (He's got pants on don't worry) gave it to Y/n picked her up and got her inside, all before the smoke cleared! a week later a good half of the female novices were in denial that the gender swapping ever happened, mainly out of mortification that they hit on their mentor's wife the very woman they bullied. While Ezio was busy tracking and beating up anyone who saw his wife's boobs!

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Notes: a Jarvey is Irish slang for a Coachman.

Altair’s name translates to “the flying one”

Alya translates to “Sky, Heaven, Loftiness”.

#assassin's creed x reader #altair ibn la'ahad #Ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore #Altair xreader #Shay cormac #Shay Cormac x reader #assassin's creed #Assassin's creed 2 #Assassin's creed rogue #gender bent

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everlarkbirthdaygifts · 5 years ago

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Happy Birthday, namiilove!

Apologies for the delay on your gift, @namiilove! We hope you had a wonderful day back on the 15th, and celebrated in style! To bring your party back around, the lovely @mega-aulover has written a story just for you!

Sept 15th , 2019

For namiilove

PROMPT :outsider (maybe a friend like Delly) noticing how well Katniss knows Peeta, she doesn’t realize it though.

Rated G

A/N: Happy belated birthday I am sorry that I couldn't write it on time but I hope that you had a great day special thanks to norbit's mom who not only helped me beta this but was very helpful in helping me with the story

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"That's number 5!" Delly exclaimed. Their group of friends was vacationing in a cabin owned by Katniss’ dad. The lake was amazing, and it was private. There were plenty of things to do, but Delly couldn't do half of them because she was six months pregnant. The only thing that kept her entertained was the cat and mouse game between Katniss and Peeta.

"What are you talking about, babe," Gale asked Delly, putting his arm around her shoulders. His thumb caressed her shoulder blade.

"It's Katniss." Delly pointed to Gale's childhood friend. Katniss was beautiful, exotic with silver eyes, sleek black hair, and an olive complexion, yet she was oblivious to the effect she had on this around her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, but have you noticed how Katniss watches Peeta whenever she thinks no one is looking." Delly watched as Katniss openly gawked at Peeta.

"What, no way! Katniss isn't into him," Gale huffed, “Look at him, he's like a puppy. You know those little lap dogs with floppy ears and a wagging tail."

"Gale, Peeta is my best friend and he is amazing. He's perfect for Katniss."

Gale laughed. "Bae, I know Katniss. She’s not into relationships. She walked out in the middle of her last date."

"Because he sneezed all over her and didn't excuse himself. And he ruined her dinner. When she went to the bathroom he changed the meal she ordered. Katniss ordered a steak and he ordered her a garden salad!"

"He-". Gate didn't get to finish his sentence. Delly cut him off.

"Unless you want to sleep on the sofa tonight, I suggest you tread lightly."

"Okay, he was a jerk. And if you think Katniss and Peeta would be a great couple then you need to speak to Katniss. Make her see she likes Peeta."

Delly narrowed her eyes at Gale. His I-dare-you statement was combined with this will crash and burn look. She understood his thinly veiled challenge. "I will, but darling, you know that thing I do that drives you crazy?"

Gale's eyes turned dark and she could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. He was instantly turned on.

Delly leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips and ran her fingernails over his shirt. "Well, you can think about that tonight on the sofa."

Later that afternoon Peeta was watching Katniss swim. Delly decided to start with Peeta first. It was no secret he was crazy about Katniss. Growing up Peeta always had a crush on Katniss. The girls in their circle of friends back in high school would've given their left arm to date him. In college Peeta never became serious with any of the girls he dated, because he always had one eye trained on Katniss. As adults, he continued the same trajectory and because of her conversation with Gale, Delly was determined to get Katniss and Peeta together.

"Why don't you say something to her?"

Peeta looked toward her. His shoulders slumped, "Delly."

"Don't," Delly said holding her hand up. "You like her a lot. You've become more than just acquaintances. You’re at that pivotal moment where you can take your shot."

"What if...she...doesn't see me that way?"

"Rejection is part of life. What are you waiting for?"

Peeta furtively glanced at Katniss. Delly could see the naked longing in his face. He was pining away for her in secret.

"I don't know what to say. We've just begun to get to know one another. I don't want to come on strong or mess this up."

"At the rate you're going, turtles and snails will find each other and have children before you." Delly wanted to shake him. Then he turned those big baby blue eyes on her, the ones that made him look like a wounded puppy and Delly knew she had to take another tactic.

That night Delly waddled over to Katniss. She sat in front of the fire pit roasting marshmallows for s'mores. Delly was determined and if nothing else worked, she would cry.

"Mmm…." Delly wanted to speak to Katniss about Peeta but her attention span was limited to food nowadays. She either wanted food or a nap. She couldn't understand how some women wanted nothing but sex at this stage in pregnancy. Delly wanted nothing more than to have a full night's sleep. She was huge and the baby was active, constantly moving at night.

Katniss’ eyes kept on straying to Peeta. Clearly her attention was not on roasting marshmallows for the smores. Delly cleared her throat. "So you like Peeta."

Startled, Katniss nearly dropped the stick she was using. "What?"

Delly saw Katniss’ face contort to a defensive look. "Then why were you staring at him?"

"No. No," Katniss stammered. “I was not staring at him. I've been roasting marshmallows for s'mores."

"Are you sure, because from where I was standing you haven't paid any attention to the marshmallows. You've been making moon eyes at Peeta."

Katniss' eyes flashed dangerously. "I've been concentrating on the-"

"Really, because I don't think everyone wants blackened marshmallows."

"Oh shoot," Katniss said pulling her stick from the fire, her face red.

Peeta laughed at something Leevy's younger sister Magnolia said.

Katniss scowled.

“I knew it, you like him,” Delly said triumphantly.

Katniss turned down her eyes. “He’s sweet and good.”

“I know.” Delly put her hand on her belly. “He’s one of the good ones and I know you both would be great together.”

“But he’s too good for me. I’m not at his same level.”

“Peeta isn’t like that. Besides, look at me and Gale. He’s frankly a hunk and I was well on my way to becoming the town spinster.”

“Please, Gale is not a hunk,” Katniss snickered.

“Well, to you maybe not, but to me, well as you can see,” Delly said pointing to her expanded belly.

Katniss glanced at Peeta once more. Magnolia slid closer to him. She was looking at him as if he was some tender cut of meat ready to be gobbled up.

“She is on the prowl.” Delly took one of the burnt marshmallows and popped it into her mouth. “I’m telling you I’ve seen the way you both look at the other. You can’t sit back Katniss. Turn on that legendary hunter’s mystique you have and get your man.”

Katniss frowned and her eyes narrowed, annoyed by Magnolia’s presence around Peeta. She tossed her hair to the side, exposing the slim column of her neck to Peeta. He rubbed the back of his neck, before sniffing her neck.

"Go say something to him." Delly wanted to grab Katniss by the ear and drag her over to Peeta. She knew if they'd simply talk honestly about their feelings toward the other they’d realize they'd be great together.

Delly took things into her own hands. Maybe it was the hormones or perhaps it was because in her gut if she didn’t do anything Katniss and Peeta would never bridge that gap. “Come on,” Delly growled.

“Delly,” Katniss stammered.

Delly threw a look over her shoulder that caused Katniss to become quiet. “You’re not going to let that young interloper come in and take Peeta from under your nose, are you?”

Katniss opened her mouth then shut it.

Magnolia giggled and reached out and put her hand on Peeta’s bicep.

“She’s making her move. It’s clear you have a thing for Peeta, but you’re too stubborn or scared to do anything about it, and one day you’re going to regret this moment. This will be your Waterloo.”

Magnolia leaned in toward Peeta. She cocked her head upwards. Her giggle turned sultry.

Delly saw the tick in Katniss' forehead before her silver eyes flashed and she stomped over to Peeta.

“Why are you so cheery?” Gale asked coming to stand by her.

"Watch,” Delly said, pointing in the direction of Katniss.

Katniss marched up to Peeta, grabbed him by the shoulders and planted a kiss on his lips. Peeta’s fingers found purchase on Katniss’ waist.

Magnolia lost her smile and slowly backed away.

Delly didn’t notice anything except for how passionate their kiss was. When they finally came up for air, they looked to be out of breath. Their cheeks were flushed and they both had stars in their eyes.

Delly sighed as they began talking to each other while still holding hands. They were well on their way.

“Twenty bucks they’ll get married before the end of the year,” a voice said.

Delly turned her head to see Magnolia standing by Gale, a drink in her hand.

“You really think so Maggie?” Gale asked.

“I do, now if you would pay me my money.”

Gale pulled out money from his pocket and gave it to Magnolia, who winked at Delly before walking away.

Delly put her hands on her hips. "What was that all about?”

“I told you those two wouldn’t go for it, they're so stuck in their ways. But, I know how much you wanted our besties to get together and I thought I'd help by making Katniss jealous.”

Delly reached up and slid her arms around Gale's neck, a big smile on her face. "I guess you don't have to sleep on the sofa after all."

Gale beamed. "Can we do that thing?"

"Possibly but we've got to make sure they get married."

"We do."

Gale sounded disappointed. Delly wasn't she was making plans as she pulled him down for a passionate kiss of her own.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #everlarkbirthdaygifts #everlarkbirthdaydrabbles #fan fic #by mega-aulover

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pangtasias-atelier · 4 years ago

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An Inexperienced Ghost Agent (unedited story from 2014)

Just to preface this, this is a fic I wrote way back ago when I was still a sophomore in highschool. This was probably like one of my first ever attempts at any type of story. So it's bad. Like, really bad. And it honestly does make me cringe, but it also makes me happy to see my level of writing be way above this. (Not that my current level is far from average lmao) Nothing explicit or bad in this. The worst is the awful like se/me u/ke relationships in typical BL fashion. The last portion is where it gets kinda bad too. Though it's more cringey than anything lmao. But again, happy to see myself move past those stereotypes that had been ingrained in my mind as a young gay still unsure of anything. I remember telling myself that I couldn't be gay cause I'm Mexican lol. Which is admittedly really sad, but like, that's growth there! Anyways, enough about my stupidity, this fic is from 2014 and about the now defunct gacha, Ayakashi Ghost Guild. This work is entirely unedited, so it doesn't even have an ending. I wanted to preserve its age by not altering it in any way. So yeah. I doubt this'll be enjoyable to anyone, but I hope at least someone gets some good laughs over how mediocre this is!

Edit: actually, there are some edits, but it's just me combining paragraphs and cutting off dialogue marked by a lack of a response aka "..." Cause this story actually exceeded the 250 paragraphs limit on Tumblr sbdksnksnslalansma

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"Nnngh. That felt really good. How long was I asleep?"

"For a pretty long time. Trust me I was beside you the entire time." I turn to my right and see that Santa Claus is right beside me.

"Why are you on my bed?"

"Because you're so comfortable." Santa Claus said it so matter of factly.

"Please get off."

"No. I wanna lay down with you, so get used to it." Barely a second goes by and I hear an arrow wiz by.

"Leave Alex alone Santa Claus."

"You're just jealous that I can cuddle with him. Besides, you missed me."

"I never miss my mark. It was intentional."

"Just because you transmigrated doesn't mean that."

"Do you want to find out." Kyu raised his bow and pulled it back; ready to shoot it.

"Stop it you two! Let go of me Santa Claus, and put your coat back on; the Anniversary Event is already over." He's so pressed up to me that I can feel his chest on my back.

"I know it's over. That's why I took it off. I can also take off the rest of my clothes if you want me to." I can't stop the blush on my face. Kyu sees it and he scowls.

"One more remark like that and this arrow is going straight for your neck." Would Kyu really do it? I didn't want to find out.

"Stop it Kyu. And let go of me."

"Sheesh Alex no need to be rough. Of course I'm going to be rough to you later tonight." That last remarks makes me blush even more and before I can make a retort Mira steps in.

"I think it's time for me to step in before Kyu and Claus kill each other." Thank God Mira stepped in! I wouldn't doubt them killing each other either. Wait, she has chocolate on her cheek.

"Were you raiding the fridge for some pudding Mira?"

"Yes master. That's why I barely came." She puts her head down in slight embarrassment and shame. If she's eating some pudding then that means it's night.

"What time is it Mira?" Thankfully Kyu and Claus have finally shut up.

"It's 1:37 a.m."

"Screw it. I'm watching some anime with you Mira." Before Santa Claus can tighten his grip on me I quickly get off the bed and go into the living room.

"I'm going back to my room." Thankfully Kyu left which just leaves Santa Claus on my bed *sigh*.

"Thank god I have such a big house. They'd probably kill each other already if they lived any closer." Mira just laughs at me. When we finally arrive at the living room, Ranmaru is sitting there entranced by the TV. "Why is Ranmaru with you this late?"

"I'm not a kid anymore! Plus I wanted to see if you people correctly got how all of us looked in the Sengoku period. How do they know how we look? Technology sure has gotten far." It takes me awhile to understand everything he said. He's half right about not being a kid at least. When he transmigrated he grew up but he still acts like a kid.

"Wait, they're actually right on how all of you look!"

"Yeah look at me and the cartoon of me on the TV!" Oh my god they actually are.

"Is their depiction of Nobunaga right?"

"Especially him!" I take note of how he looks in case we ever run into him. Mira just sits on the couch laughing at Ranmaru's reaction.

I go into the kitchen feeling a bit peckish. "Do either of you want pudding." I know Mira wants one, so I grab her one on reflex.

"Yes please." They both reply unsurprisingly. Ranmaru being childish obviously would have a sweet tooth.

"Here you go you two." They simultaneously replied with a thank you and I sat down on the floor. A while passes and the show is finally over. Ranmaru and Mira are absolutely hooked on it but I'm just tired to the point I'm tempted to sleep on the floor. The front doorknob starts to shake and I quickly get up out of fear. Then I hear that a key is being inserted into it and then curiosity takes over. Who the hell is out this late. The door opens and I see that it's rat clan boss in his anniversary getup. I quickly go up to him all worried.

"What is it Alex?"

"Your jacket is covered in blood! What were you doing out so late?" I yell even though I didn't mean to. I hope I didn't wake anyone up.

"It's not my blood. Don't worry."

"That makes me all the more worried. What did you do?" While I'm no longer yelling I'm still somewhat raising my voice to him.

"Calm down don't get your panties in a knot. Come with me."

"Wait, what are you doing? Let me go!" He walks up to me and hoists me up to his shoulder and he carries me like a sack of flour. Since when did I start to get pushed around. I'm the ghost hunter here. I fought mostly everyone here and I beat everybody that I fought.

"Calm down. We're going to my room. You can sleep with me for tonight." Before Rat Clan Boss can react Ranmaru suddenly appears before us.

"Oh no he's not. Let him go Nezumi "

"Nezumi? The hell did you get that from; that's not my real name. "

"It means rat in Japanese you idiot. Now let go of Alex." Oh dear God. Ranmaru just drew his sword. This isn't good. Then they'll both fight. I need to stop to them.

"Stop it both of you! And Nezumi I'll come with you if you promise that you'll let me go with you whenever you leave so late.

"Fine I don't see a problem with that but you be careful when you come with me. Now let's go." He starts to walk towards his room. I turn around, embarrassed to see Ranmaru's and Mira's reaction.

"Don't worry. I'll take good care of him."

"Shut up already." Ranmaru is still confused about the situation but I hear Mira calling him over and then I hear whispering. What are they saying? I turn around towards them and they both give me a wink. I blush and turn back around regretting looking at them. Once we're out of sight Nezumi takes me off his shoulder and carries me bridal style.

"How cliche."

"Anything to woo you." He smirks at me. When we finally reach his room, he gently puts me on his bed.

"Get me the blanket, please."

"I thought we were going to have some fun before we go to sleep." Not this again.

"No. Now hand me the blanket."

"Fine. I was only teasing you." He drapes the blanket over me while he changes. I quickly turn around to face away from him.

"Don't care. Just go to sleep. *sigh* I'm tired. And if you sleep in the buff I'm leaving." The warmth from the blanket is making me even more tired.

"Calm down already. I don't. I need to be prepared if someone attacks me."

"What do you mean if someone attacks you?"

"It's out of habit. No need to worry. I feel more comfortable carrying it when I go to sleep."

I wonder what he means by 'it' until it finally clicks with me. "You better not carry a knife with you while you sleep."

"And what if I do." I slowly turn around to yell at him, but I stop when I see him wearing nothing except plain boxers. I quickly turn around out of embarrassment. It takes me a while for me to calm down, but when I do I'm absolutely annoyed.

"I don't want you stabbing me when I wake up!"

"I won't carry a knife then. Hold on a bit." He gets something from one of his shelves and grabs a bottle filled with liquid.

"Are you going to drug me!?"

"It's to clean my piercings so they don't get infected. Calm down already. And quit yelling."

"*yawn* Fine." I'm too tired for anything else so I start to get comfortable.

"Since you won't let me carry a knife while I sleep, how 'bout I hold you for tonight." He laid down on his bed with me and wrapped his arms around my chest. I can feel his bare chest against the light fabric of my shirt. His biceps are pressing into my arms.

"Let go of me! Stop it." I'm so tired that it sounds halfhearted.

"You know you sound cute when you're tired."

"Whatever. I'm going to kill you when I wake up."

"Goodnight." He tightens his grip on me even further. Maybe I should talk to Eisuke how to deal with this tomorrow. I'll look for him at the institute.

"Goodnight." Finding no way to get out I snuggle up to him.

"Someone's getting comfortable."

"Shut up. Now let me go to sleep."

"I wish we didn't have to go to sleep." I shiver from how softly he says it right into my ear. "This is a lot better than carrying a knife. Looks like I'll have to take you from your bed from now on."

"Don't. Now let me sleep I'm tired." I don't care at how whiny I sound; I want to go to sleep.

When I wake up in the morning I see Kyu and Pearce staring at me in Nezumi's arms.

"What?" Maybe I should ask Pearce how to contact Eisuke.

"Get up."

"Do you honestly think that if I could get up that I wouldn't." Does Pearce honestly think I'm that strong.

"Move his arms Kyu."

"Fine."

"Don't. He's a light sleeper. I'll wake him up myself. Just leave the room real quick. I'll be out in a bit."

"Let's go Kyu." Pearce forcefully drags Kyu along with him. At least he listens to me still.

"Thank you. Now get up you!" I start to flail my entire body to wake him up not caring about being nice. I did promise to kill him.

"Give me a kiss first."

"When I'm in hell. And what about Koko?"

"We're not going out. She's just popular with the henchmen. Now about that kiss."

"Never."

"Then I guess you're not leaving this bed." I hear movement behind the door and the sounds of struggling. Most likely Pearce stopping Kyu from barging into here.

"Fine." I give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Now let me go."

"I mean a kiss on the mouth. Now give it to me."

"You just said a kiss. You never said on the mouth!"

"Doesn't matter."

"I can't if you don't loosen your grip!" He completely lets go and before I can risk quickly running away he speaks.

"If you even try to leave before you give me a kiss you're going to be in my arms all day."

I get up to give him a kiss and when my face is right in front of his he puts his hand on the back of my head and he brings my head down to his and he forcefully kisses me. I close my lips so he can't put his tongue inside my mouth but he doesn't get the tip so he bites my lips with his teeth and I open my mouth out of reflex and that's enough time for him to slide his tongue into my mouth. Once he's done I can barely breath from the lack of oxygen and the heat rising to my face. Yet he doesn't stop there, he brings his lips down to my neck and he bites down. HARD. His sharp teeth pierce my skin. I whimper from the pain and I realize Pearce and Kyu are outside the door.

"Pearce help!" He quickly barges through the door and he notices what Nezumi is doing to me. He rushes to the bed and he forces Nezumi off of me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" The way Nezumi says it is pretty scary. He quickly stands up to punch Pearce but I put both of my hands on his arm to stop him before his fist and Pearce's face make contact.

He turns back at me surprised and when he sees that I have tears in my eyes and I'm slightly bleeding where he bit me on my neck. He embraces me in a hug. I don't even want to give him a hug so he knows that I don't forgive him.

"I'm sorry for hurting you."

"Just let me go please."

"Again I'm sorry." Thankfully Ne- no rat clan boss let me go. As I leave the room with Pearce I turn around to see that he's sitting on the bed silently crying. I quickly run to his side and give him a hug.

"I forgive you. Just don't do it again please."

"Okay I'm sorry." He grabs a handkerchief and starts to clean my tears and then proceeds to clean my blood. "Sorry if it hurts." He hugs me one more time and tells me to do whatever I was going to do.

"Goodbye Nezumi. See ya later. Let's go Pearce. " I wait until we're both out of Nezumi's range of hearing before I talk to Pearce. "Where did Kyu go?"

"He went to go get his bow and arrow." Right after he says that Kyu comes to us running.

"Darn you and your large house master. I got lost again." He sees my neck. "What's wrong with your neck."

"Kyu. Leave our master alone. Let's go Alex." Pearce drags me by my hand and exit out the front door.

"Tell everyone I'll be gone for awhile. Okay Kyu." I close the door and I turn to Pearce. "Thank you. Do you know how to contact Eisuke."

"We need to go to the institute. He's always there at this time of day."

"Let's go then." We quietly walk together to the institute and when we enter I walk up to the receptionist desk. "Excuse me Mrs. I'd like to speak with Eisuke. Is he currently here ?"

"My such manners, and cute as well. No wonder you went with him Pearce. Yes he is here. He is currently in his room. Pearce should know where it is."

"Thank you mam. Have a nice day." How embarrassing! I turn to Pearce and see that he's smirking at me. I turn my head around not noticing the way he frowns when I do. He stands in front of me and he leads the way. When we finally reach Eisuke's room he motions for me to knock. I do so and I hear Eisuke loudly speak.

"Coming." When Eisuke sees that it's me he's surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"We want you to know that we're going out." What the hell is wrong with Pearce!

"Wait what!" Eisuke looks at me wide-eyed.

"Ignore him. I need some advice from you."

"I'll be out in a sec. Come on in." He opens the door further and both Pearce and I enter his small apartment. I sit on the couch and I glare at Pearce. He smirks at me again and he wraps his arm around my waist.

"What are you doing!? Let go of me Pearce."

"You didn't seem to mind when Rat Clan Boss did this to you." The fact that he knows embarrasses me. Oh god Kyu was there too!

"That was different. Nezumi and Ranmaru were going to fight. I had to stop it somehow." I turn away, embarrassed. "Just not a way I preferred."

"Liar."

"Shut up." I face forward again, ignoring the fact that Pearce still has his arm around my waist. Damn his height.

Eisuke, appararently, starts to choke on air at what Pearce said. It takes awhile for him to calm down. Aaaaand he's even more annoyed. Perfect.

"And how am I supposed to help you."

"Do you know a way to control them."

"If this has to do with sex I'm done."

"No it isn't! I just need to keep them under control! How do you keep your Daemons under control."

"I'm not an idiot like you. I honestly don't know what to do. It's your fault." Eisuke has a small grin and he's trying to wipe it off his face.

"Quit smiling or I'll-" I get interrupted by a knock on the door. Eisuke gets up to get it. Pearce and I turn around to see who it is.

"Is Alex here?" All three of us are shocked at who it is. Pearce slightly loosens his grip on my waist; seeing my chance I quickly get up and run behind Barbatos, clinging on to him for dear life.

"No wonder they get aroused." Eisuke turned around after saying that.

"I never said they do!"

"I could make the connection. Especially with the way you're groping him."

"I'm not groping him!"

"I don't mind him groping me. But only because it's Alex."

"Shut up!" I quickly unwrap my hands from Barbatos. "Why are you here." I quickly try to divert the conversation from what just happened. He's amused by the conversation.

"Gargoyle is frantically looking for you. He should be on top of the building by now."

"I'll go right now. Eisuke, how do I reach the rooftop?"

"The daemon can show you himself."

"I don't think- "

"I know how to reach it. That's how I got in."

"Let's go then. Come on Pearce." Pearce silently gets up of the couch and stands beside me. Before he can wrap his arm around my waist, Barbatos wraps his arm around me. Knowing it'll annoy Eisuke further I save it for later. "Bye Eisuke. Thank you."

"I hope you know that this is all your fault."

"I know. Thanks." He closes the door, but not before giving a small chuckle. Once the door is fully closed I yell at Barbatos. "Stop it!"

"I'm just enjoying myself. Being with you that is."

"This is all just a game to you isn't it."

"Maybe." He smirks at me. Once we arrive at the rooftop, Barbatos lets go of me. Less than ten seconds pass by when Gargoyle tackles me to the ground.

"Get off of me Gargoyle." While he can barely talk, he's been getting better at speaking in something other than growls.

"Sorry."

"That's good! You're getting better now. You said it without stuttering!" I raise my hand to pat his head, but he grabs it before I can. In an instant he grabs me in his arms and he jumps off the roof. "Were going to die! What's wrong with you!" I scream all the way until he starts to flap his wings at the very last second. He slowly lands on the ground.

"Y-you okay?" What did my screaming suggest! That I was having the life of my time?! "

"No! That was scary! I'm traumatized because of you!"

"Tra-tra-mu-ti-tized?" While he was able to say it, almost, correctly. I'm too scared, annoyed, and angry to congratulate him.

"Let's just go home." I don't even want to touch the ground. I stay in his arms clinging on to him. As he slowly walks back to my house, I can feel that people are staring at us. Thankfully nobody can notice Gargoyle's wings or horns because they haven't been attacked by a daemon. As he's walking, we get knocked to the ground.

"Watch were you're going you- Oh hey Alex." Great. It's Dora. Just who I wanted to see.

I slowly start to catch my surroundings. Once I do, I see that I'm right on top of Gargoyle. When we make eye contact he gives me a wide grin and brings me down to him. People are starting to gather around now. "Let go of me." He slowly does so. Damn my head hurts from all this. I quickly get up and when I can properly do so he puts his arm around my waist. Why does everyone have to do this?! While the crowd is dispersing, some of them give us disapproving glares. Dora on the other hand.....

"What a couple of idiots." Dora on the other hand laughs at us. Seeing a chance to ask for her help I quickly ask her before she runs off to wherever she was going.

"Hey Dora? Do you know-" I get interrupted by Gargoyle poking my thigh. I instinctively ball my hand and punch him in the shoulder. He ignores it and points behind me. To where Dora is currently running to. So much for that. "Let's go get ice cream. It's almost time to eat but whatever." Gargoyle reluctantly nods his head. He walks behind me this time. Once we reach the place, I order the both of us vanilla ice cream. We sit on the chairs provided outside the place and eat it quietly and peacefully, that is until Barbatos and Pearce find us.

"Enjoying some quality time with Gargoyle are you."

"Quit being such an idiot Barbatos."

"Can I have some ice cream."

"No. But Pearce can." I give him enough money to buy some ice cream.

"Then I'll just have to get some of yours."

"No way. You-" I get interrupted when Barbatos stupidly decides to shove my ice cream on my mouth. "What's your problem!" I reach to grab my napkin, but Barbatos grabs my wrist and kisses me. His grip is too strong to the point I can't even resist him. I start to have trouble breathing until Gargoyle yanks him off of me.

"Get soft him!" As much as I want to laugh at Gargoyle, I'm absolutely livid to the point where I just leave all three of them. I ignore their stares and everyone else who saw what happened.

Once I get back, I'm just relieved that I'm away from Barbatos. I decide to not eat dinner today. I'm way too tired. I enter my room unnoticed and change into my pajamas. I lie down on my bed trying to go to sleep early, until I notice Santa Claus is on my bed.

"So you've come to sleep with me huh. Normally I'd have to put you on the naughty list but I can make an exception for you."

"This is my bed. Go to your room. I'm tired and I want to go to sleep alone." I manage to get off the bed before he can get a hold on me.

"But don't you think that sleeping together is a whole lot better." He pats the part of the bed that I was just on in an attempt to make me go in. As tempted as I am to sleep in my bed I start to walk away.

"I'm going to the living room. Bye." I don't have the energy to deal with anything right now. Much less one of my daemons. I go to the living room and lie down on the couch. I try going to sleep but it's hard when it's cold and with no blanket.

"Good evening Alex. How are you today." Kill me now! Can't I be allowed to go to sleep!?

"Hey Ikutachi. I'm sorry but can we talk tomorrow; I'm really tired."

"Oh, I'm sorry. But why are you sleeping in the couch?" His concern is very nice but I'm tired. I know it's not his fault, so I try to calm myself.

"Santa Claus is in my room and because I don't want to deal with him right now I'm sleeping here for tonight."

"You can sleep in my bed tonight. I'll sleep on the floor."

"It's fine Ikutachi. I'll sleep here. Now can you please let me go to sleep. I'm sorry, but I'm really tired." Ikutachi looks sad, but he decides to leave. I feel terrible for saying that, but if he didn't leave in a bit I'd have probably snapped at him for no reason. Thankfully, without any other interruptions I fall asleep within minutes.

I start to wake up later when it gets hot. I feel a blanket over me. A lot of blankets. I'm starting to sweat. I sit up and see that the T.V. is on.

"Who turned on the T.V.?" Ugh I'm still tired from everything.

"It was Ranmaru."

"No it wasn't! It was Yukimura!"

"Stop yelling you idiot." God help me now. I can't deal with the two of them.

"Can you turn it off please?"

"Okay. Let's go." At least Ranmaru is understanding.

"Why should we?"

"Because Alex is trying to go to sleep and we should be polite."

"He should go to his room."

"Why aren't you sleeping in your bed master." It seems that what Yukimura said piqued Ranmaru's interest.

"Santa Claus is in my bed. That's why I'm out here." Ugh, I'm so sweaty. "I'm going to go take a shower." I take off all my blankets, and go into my room quietly. I quickly grab a change of clothes and a towel; I get out of my room and go to one of the bathrooms. I take a fast shower and I dry myself. I don't have enough time to put on all of my clothes, before the door is knocked down. Even though I have boxers on, I cover myself with my towel just in case. Hercules comes in, shirtless as usual, passes me, and throws up in the toilet. I run to the kitchen and run back bringing a bottle of water for Hercules.

"Thanks, but I'm not drunk. I ate some disgusting meat." He opens the bottle and drinks all of it within seconds. "Thanks again."

"Why were you eating so late?"

"I was hungry so I thought about eating something with protein. I walked into the kitchen and found some meat on a plate. Then this happened."

"You shouldn't eat meat that's just lying around. It could have bacteria or something."

"Now that I threw up, the bacteria should be gone. I took a bite of it a minute ago."

"Well you can't be to sure."

"Thanks again." His gaze suddenly goes down when he notices I'm almost naked. "Why are you only in boxers?"

"I just got out of the shower!" I grab my towel from the floor and cover myself. Despite how ridiculous I look, as long as he isn't staring it's better. His demeanor then takes a full 180.

"You know you shouldn't let anybody else see you like that." He cups my chin with his hand. When I try to back up, he uses his other hand to hold me. He doesn't even budge when I resist further. His grip is too tight to the point that it's suffocating. "Any sane person wouldn't be able to control themselves with you." His thumb catches on my lips for a second, before he tugs off my towel. "I know I can't." He presses our faces and he deeply kisses me. I pound my fists against his chest, push him away, and even try to escape. Whether he's purposefully ignoring me or I'm just that weak I don't know. "Come with me." He whispers into my ear and it makes me shiver from fear as to what will happen. He takes me to his room and he puts me on his bed.

"Wha-what are you doing?" I try to sound brave but instead it came out pathetically.

"You'll see." He lies down on top of me putting a lot of pressure. "What happened here." He points to where Nezumi bit me. His voice is really serious and he glares at me.

"Someone bit me." My voice barely comes out to the point even I strain to hear it.

"What happened. Tell me now." He's even more angry at me. His glare intensifies.

"Someone bit me." I'm absolutely terrified as to what's going to happen now.

"Who was it."

"···" The longer I remain silent his glare intensifies even further. He wraps his hands around my wrists.

"You belong to me now." He starts to nibble at my neck.

"Ah! Stop it." I uselessly try to move my neck around but it doesn't work.

"···" His nibbling soon turns into biting. At first it's a bit ticklish but then pain starts to spread around my neck when his biting becomes stronger.

"Stop. Please." I desperately struggle against him once more, but it's as futile as the other times.

"···" His biting starts to hurt even more now. Even when it was Nezumi it didn't hurt this bad. And it hurts even more because he's biting me multiple times. He finally removes his mouth from his neck, and he raises his head to face mine. He gives me a wide smirk. He removes his hand from my wrist and he harshly caresses my hickey. He brings his face down to my neck again and he bites at my hickey.

"Stop! That hurts." With my left arm finally free, I punch him in the face.

"What do you think you're doing!?" His voice is so harsh compared to how it was when we were first talking.

"That hurts! Please stop."

"I would. But I don't want to."

"I said stop it."

"No." He grabs my hands to make sure I won't stop him and he continues to bite my neck. Awhile passes before he stops, but at that point the pain is insufferable. I'm crying heavily from how sore my neck is. He once again cups my chin in his hand. "Don't cry. I just want people to know that you belong to me. They shouldn't take what isn't there's. Now let's go to sleep. Even I won't force you to do that until you're ready." It seems that he still has some sanity left but he still terrifies me.

"O-okay."

"Don't be scared." He wipes my tears away, and he tries to sooth me. It doesn't work and instead makes me more afraid of him at how his attitude changes quickly. "Remember when I saved you at Yggdrasil?"

"Yes"

"You were unconscious when I first met you. You're daemons were carrying you and I thought they were kidnapping you. I fought them and won. When they were tired I took you from them. "

"I know. When I woke up I was scared of you. But you treated me kindly and I trusted you. You didn't act like this back then."

"Don't be scared. I love you. Now let's go to sleep." I don't understand how he thinks love would include forcing yourself on that person, but I don't voice it knowing he'd get angry.

"Okay." He gets off of me; then he pulls me closer to him. "Can I change first please."

"You look so much better like this though. I know what will make you feel better." He gets up from the bed and I hear some rustling. Knowing that's he's undressing and not wanting to wait to see what would happen I immediately get up from the bed and make a beeline for the door. With my hand on the knob, Hercules grabs me from behind and covers my mouth as well. It somehow manages to be even more suffocating than before. He holds me tightly against him as he takes me back to his bed.

When we're finally on the bed he starts to cry. "Don't ever leave me again. I don't know what I would do if you left me." He's holding me extremely tight. I can't even move at all. Neither can I sleep from how afraid of him I am; at how quickly he changes emotions. My neck is in a ton of pain and I can't even do anything to ease it. Finally realizing the futility of it all, I start to cry. "What'd I say about crying? Cheer up. You shouldn't be sad now that we have each other. If you don't stop then I'll cry."

"What's wrong?" Does he honestly not know. "Please tell me. I can't just let you cry."

"···" It's creepy how fast he can go from crazy to loving. I need to get away from him as fast and as far as I can.

"If you don't want to talk about it now we can talk about it later." He brings me right next to him. I can feel him entirely, now that's he's only in boxers. "I just want you to know that I'll love you forever and I'll never leave your side. We'll always be with each other. Goodnight."

"I'm sorry." That's the last thing I hear before losing consciousness.

When I wake up, I notice that I'm back at Yggdrasil. I slowly stand up and notice that I'm near the top of Yggdrasil. I start to check my surroundings and seeing as how no one is here to stop me, I start to achingly run down Yggdrasil. When I go down a floor I see Hercules coming my way. I look around hoping to find a spot to hide, but I find nothing. Before I can go back where I was, Hercules spots me. He drops all of his stuff and he comes running up to me.

"What are you doing down here? Were you trying to escape? Do you not want to be with me?""Answer me!" He embraces me in a ridiculously tight hug and he looks about ready to break down.

"I was looking for you." I force myself to cry to make it more convincing. "I couldn't find you so I thought something had happened." Whether it was because i was convincing or because he's unstable, Hercules believes me.

"Don't worry. I'll never leave you alone." We go to where Hercules dropped everything and I help him carry the stuff. When we arrive to where I was earlier Hercules starts to set up camp.

"Why are we here?" Right now I need to not sound afraid of him.

"This is where my country is. You're going to live with me now. You're going to be my king."

"Wait what!" Just how insane is he? His face changes from happiness to confusion yet I can see a small trace of malice so I quickly change attitudes. "Won't people get upset at that though? The fact that first of all I'm not a bug and second of all I'm a guy?"

"If anyone tries to stop me, then I'll cut them down." He quickly embraces me in another hug. "I won't let anyone separate us. But right now hold on a minute. I still have to get the rest of your stuff. Stay here. Okay." His last sentence is said with such severity that if I disobey it then serious repercussions would happen.

"Okay." Hercules starts running back down. Taking his warning seriously I patiently wait for him. A few minutes have passed when I hear some rustling from some bushes. I stay quiet, waiting to see what is causing it. The rustling dies down only for Yggdra Leaf to pop out.

"Yggdra Leaf!" I'm so happy to see someone that isn't Hercules.

"Alex? What are you doing here?"

"Hercules-" I stop when I hear footsteps once more. "He's coming! You have to hide!" Yggdra Leaf looks at me confused. "Just hide! Quickly!" Yggdra Leaf gives me one final look as she goes back into the bushes.

"Who were you talking to?" Despite Hercules saying it kindly, I know the hidden malice behind his question.

"No one. Why?" I put on an innocent face.

"Okay. Let's go." Hercules grabs everything and he starts to head for the bushes.

Why are we going there?"

"This is where my kingdom is." He kicks away the bushes and nothing is there! He presses a button and suddenly an elevator appears! "Come on." I slowly walk behind him when I hear some more rustling from some other bushes. Dread starts to slowly well up in me "Who's there!" Hercules drops everything and puts himself in front of me. He quickly unsheathes his sword and points it towards where the noise came from

"The person who will end your insignificant life. You cockroach. "

#random #do i even wanna tag this as my writing???#i guess #but old ass writing #my old writing

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heycasbutt · 5 years ago

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Worship The Flame

A/N: Written for Stu’s Break My Heart B-Day Challenge

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Oral (fem rec), Dean being kind of an asshole?

So, if you’re cool with all that and over 18, read on!

7 years. 84 months. 2,555 days of unrequited love. You knew it was a mistake to fall in love with him, watching him fuck and dump every bartender or diner waitress who gave a look in his direction had assured you of that. Spending long hours in the car, listening to him talk about how the single life was the best life and he didn’t need a woman to tie him down had made you acutely aware of the fact that Dean Winchester had never given a second thought to you. To the two of you.

The times that your fingers brushed against one another, you were searching for solace in his touch, but he was making sure you were still there to save his ass when shit went sideways. You were nothing more than an ass cover for the flannel clad elder Winchester. But to you, he was more than that.

When his hand rested on your knee at the diner in Stow, Ohio, you thought that something had happened. That maybe you were wrong, maybe he did in fact feel the same way. But that same night you found yourself kicked out of the motel room with Sam to sleep in the car while Dean had his way with the waitress from said diner.

That one time on that hunt in Oregon when the two of you had to pretend to be a couple. When he kissed you, it was like your whole body caught fire but you didn’t want anyone to put it out. Everytime he held your hand on that hunt and referred to you as “my wife”, it was like butterflies were let loose in your belly.

But it was all an act. It was always just an act, you were one of the boys, and Dean would never and could never see you like that.

Tuesday nights were always reserved for pizza night in the bunker. You’d order the same thing every time, half Meatpocalypse, and half Vegsplosion. Put it on paper plates, served with slightly cooled beer and it was home. Tonight was different though. Sam was out with a girl he’d met in the library last week, Cas was off God knows where and so it was just you and Dean. Dean and you, all alone.

“Pizza’s here!” Dean shouted from the top of the stairs. You ran, maybe a bit too eagerly, to meet him, nearly knocking over the broad shouldered hunter in the process.

“I’ll get it if you want to go wash up and set the table.” You said softly, you pried the grease soaked box from Dean’s hand and disappeared to the kitchen while he headed down the hall.

“Figured you didn’t want any of that kale shit that Sam gets so I got a full Meatpocalypse, and stuffed the crust” the gruff baritone of Dean’s voice pulled you from your pizza-induced stupor.

“God it smells good,” You moaned in agreement, opening the box. Pools of grease settled between the various meats on the pie and your stomach grumbled in anticipation.

Dean’s worn hands slipped under your arm as he grabbed a single, greasy, stringy-cheese slice of the pizza.

“Mmf tafes ev’n bet’er” Dean smiled between bites.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Dean,” You scolded playfully as you took your own slice, the first bite had you reveling in the spice from the sauce and pepperoni.

He scowled playfully at you and took another bite before launching into a discourse about the latest case. Possible skinwalkers in Kansas City. You could see the years of hunting had settled into hardened lines on the hunter’s face. When his olive eyes met yours you could see the trauma that had been left behind.

Before long, the pizza had been devoured and the two of you retired to the dimly lit Dean Cave.

“What’re we watching tonight? Die Hard again?” Dean waggled his eyebrows as he held up the DVD case of your favorite movie.

“Only if you want me to repeat every line.” You laughed softly, leaning against the back of the leather couch.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.” Dean winked, loading the disc and pressing play before taking his spot next to you. One long arm snaked around your body and pulled you close. Your hand tucked close to your head that rested softly on his muscled chest.

After 2 hours of John McClane, Hans Gruber, and Holly Gennaro, you found yourself still tucked firmly against Dean’s chest.

“You still up?” Dean rumbled, his hand stroked your arm softly.

“Hmm? Yeah.” You lifted your head off his chest and stretched as the credits rolled.

“Good.” Dean whispered as he leaned down and took your lips in a kiss.

Feeling Dean kiss you wasn’t a sensation you were unfamiliar with, but it wasn’t a sensation you were 100% familiar with either. His lips were slightly chapped and he tasted of garlic and cheap beer. The way his teeth bit gently into the soft flesh of your bottom lip had you arching into his touch.

“Oh you like a little pain, do ya?” Dean muttered against your ear. You could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he pushed the seam of your sweatpants against your swollen clit.

“Mmf yeah. Kinda I guess.” You gasped. Your fingers worked furiously to divest the man of his many layers as he worked his ring finger in circles, sending you skyrocketing into ecstasy. “God you wear so many fucking layers!” You cried out in frustration.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’m not gonna give in that easily.” Dean bit softly at your earlobe, one hand trailed up underneath the thin sweatshirt you wore. He groaned in satisfaction when his hand met a single bare breast and pebbled nipple. “No bra? Were you planning to get me into bed all along?”

You bit your lip as Dean made eye contact with you for the first time that night. His usually sparkling green eyes had been blown dark with lust. His lips were red and swollen from his worship of your body.

“Now, let’s get you out of these damn sweats, hm? I wanna taste that sweet little pussy.” Dean hooked two fingers into the waistband of your pants and panties, pulling the layers off together as you pulled your shirt over your head.

Dean’s kisses turned fevered as he slid two thick fingers into your waiting heat.

“Oh God.” You groaned into his neck. His stubble scraped across your heated skin in the most delicious way.

“You ready, doll?” Dean winked playfully before he lowered his head to give a tentative kitten lick to your waiting heat.

The moan that came out of your mouth would have made a porn star jealous, and it certainly made Dean excited. He used two fingers to spread you open before he ate you out like you were the last thing he was ever going to taste.

“D-Dean. I-fuck-I need you inside me.” You gasped as he placed a kiss to your swollen clit.

“Want me to stretch out this pretty little cunt and fill it up nice and full?” Dean kissed up your body and quickly divested himself of his remaining garments.

Sure, you’d seen parts of the boys when you were on hunts, when you had to stitch each other up. You’d even seen them after a shower when they came back into the motel room, the thin towels doing nothing to hide what lay beneath. But now, you were really seeing Dean for the first time. The hard muscles, the way his cock hung heavy and thick between the two of you. The faint lines of scars that criss-crossed his chest and abdomen.

“I need you.” Desperation clung to your words as you clung to Dean’s biceps.

“Atta girl.” He laughed softly and fisted his cock in one hand before notching it at your entrance.

You had been with men before. You had been with men who were above average and men who were, well, below average. But none of them could compare to Dean. The way he filled you up. The way he stretched you with a pleasurable burn until you thought you couldn’t take it anymore. Just when you were sure you were going to break, he bottomed out with a feral growl.

“Fuck you’re tight.” Dean grunted through clenched teeth as he began thrusting. The only sounds permeating the air were your gasps and groans and the sound of skin against skin.

You reached down between your bodies and gently massaged Dean’s balls. Desperate to feel his release on the cusp of yours.

“You close baby?” Dean bit softly at your collarbone and then licked the reddened skin.

“Mm fuck yes. God you’re so big!” You groaned as your walls clenched around him, slippery and wet.

“Let go then baby. Let go for Dean.” He cooed gently in your ear. He pinched your clit between two fingers and gently massaged it. Bringing you closer to that edge you had been running towards, and then pushing you off.

Tears of pleasure trickled down your cheeks as you came, hot and hard around his cock. Dean growled against your neck as his own release emptied within you. You could feel it beginning to drip down your ass onto the couch, but right now, you couldn’t care less.

“Wow. That was. Wow.” Dean chuckled softly and kissed your sweat soaked forehead. You smiled contentedly as the elder Winchester wrapped a long arm around you.

“Dean,” You looked up after sitting in comfortable silence for the better part of an hour. “What are we? I mean we’ve never done that and I really enjoyed it. But I don’t know if I—if we can go back to being just friends.” You looked down at your hands as you waited for an answer.

You got your answer. In the form of a heavy sigh followed by a confession.

“I’m not going to lie to you that sex was amazing but I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for you.”

Your heart dropped and your eyes dropped down to focus on a scar on Dean’s chest.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re fucking beautiful but that’s about as far as it goes for me, doll. Dean Winchester doesn’t do commitment” Dean kissed the top of your head.

“Oh yeah, yeah, me too. I was just making sure that nothing would change.” You lied with a small laugh.

“Well, it’s not that nothing will change. I don’t know if I could give up that sweet pussy after getting a taste of it.” You could hear the smirk in his voice and feel his eyes drag across your body.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip and made eye contact. Dean just nodded and took your lips in a fevered kiss. His cock began to harden and twitch beneath you as he lifted you to straddle him.

“Now how about we forget all this shit and you give me another taste, huh?” Dean slid a thick finger through your folds as he lined himself up again for the second time that night. You could only nod as he filled you up for the second time that night.

Maybe one day you’d tell him how you feel.

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i4z-0892-il · 6 years ago

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Monster House 4

Summary: Posing as Newlyweds Sam and Y/n set out to investigate what’s killing the visitors of a secluded Inn, and attempt to keep their working relationship professional.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, suggestive themes, language

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Removing the holster and your gun from your thigh you reluctantly handed it back to Sam who tucked the small arsenal he brought into his backpack. The Inn was less than a quarter mile away, and you’d made it back to the main path, there was no point staying strapped.The venture was frustrating in that it had turned up virtually nothing. Maybe you should have decided to try to follow the guy you’d heard. He couldn’t have gone far when you left the cabin. But it was getting dark, and you’d rather shoot yourself in the foot than stay in those woods after nightfall. The wilderness felt the same as the woods from your childhood, and you’d learned your lesson then. You weren’t taking chances now. Not when you were basically flying blind. No amount of money could have kept you out there.

Sam backed up your play to regroup, try again tomorrow when you had all day to traipse around the woods. Though it was quite possible the only reason he backed you up on the choice was because you were most definitely a little freaked. A little more freaked than usual on hunts. Thinking about it he’d only ever seen you downright skittish a handful of times. It was always in the woods. Previously he made it out to be a fear of Wendigo’s which was more than justified, now he wasn’t as convinced.

However the closer you got to the Inn the less thrilled you were to be back and out of the cold. The ping-pong of not wanting to be inside the Inn that was creepy, and filled with weirdly flirtatious staff where you were expected to participate in some dumb fucking class, but also not wanting to stay in the living, breathing, threatening woods was simply frustrating. Much like earlier at check-in Sam found himself practically pushing you through the door again. Usually you didn’t have this problem, you were a hunter, you were supposed to be brave and fearless and not a giant ball of knotted up anxiousness. But you just couldn’t shake it, whatever it was. There was a looming shadow that was screaming at you from the back of your mind to stay alert. Your instincts were telling you run, run very far away and not to come back.

Once Sam had successfully shoved you inside you allowed yourself to relax a little. It was nice and warm, there was a fire going in the massive fireplace in the parlor making everything cozy and less intimidating. Not to mention the fact that a certain Raven-Haired Aphrodite wasn’t fawning all over Sam, and giving you the stink-eye. It wasn’t as if you didn’t know that you had very little room with which to marinate in your distaste. And if Sam wanted to go for that petite little thing- well who the fuck could blame him? Hell, you kinda wanted to. If you weren’t so threatened and envious of her you might! But that was simply not going to happen, you couldn’t help it. Ugh! The way she was looking at him like she could just eat him alive made you want to puke. That coupled with the fact that she didn’t acknowledge your presence in the slightest, and when she did- if looks could kill you’d have been dead as a doornail. Sorry, is his wife getting in the way of your unabashed advances, Esmeralda? Fake wife. But she didn’t know that!

It was a thin little line you were walking, and you could only imagine that the longer time you spent at the Inn where Esmeralda had the opportunity to cling to Sam the harder it would be to walk that line. You were not a jealous, possessive woman, and Sam being the grown, free man he was had every right to do as he pleased, and you’d just have to deal with it. Buuuuttttt, you were also playing Mrs. to his Mr. which granted you a little room to push back, and claim your territory. But how much is too much? Letting him in on the fact that you really were seething with disdain for her and for not so unbiased reasons was simply out of the question. This was just another job, and you’d have to just keep reminding yourself of that. The circumstances of your relationship- friendship- working professional partnership had not, and would not change. So just get it out of your head already.

Chattering from the parlor caught your attention, as Sam passed you by to head up to the room. When he realized you weren’t following him he turned on heel. You were focused on making out the noise coming from the other room, and rather than interrupt you he took the moment to take you in. He’d met many beautiful women in the past, but you were simply stunning. All he wanted to do when he was around you was drink in your image, and watch your every move. No one would call you dainty, or elegant, you were uncoordinated and clumsy half of the time. But then there would be those moments that he couldn’t get enough of. Where it was just the little things about you that were the source of the fluttering in his chest. The graceful bend of your wrist as you turned the pages of a book, and how soft your skin was even though it should have been calloused and hardened like his. The way you never seemed to be able to sit in a chair the right way, legs tucked under you or slung over the arm allowing him to appreciate the long length of them. Or when loose strands of soft hair would hang in your face begging him to push it behind your ear. How your lips curled into that playful smile that made him weak in the knees. Moreso when you’d get so caught up in your hysterics that an unflattering snort would choke you, making you lose it even more. And the crinkle at the corners of your eyes when you smiled. Your eyes, so intense and mischievous, sparkling like jewels in the light. Even the way you’d chew on your fingernails, or tap them on any surface when you were nervous, left him in awe. He could watch you move, just do any random thing, for all time and it wouldn’t be long enough.

Clearing his throat he brought your attention back to him. “You coming?”

“Yeah.” You answered aloof, turning your head back to the parlor, not quite ready to move yet. “Yeah, I’ll be up in a minute. You go, I’ll catch up.”

There wasn’t much opportunity for him to answer, your focus had shifted again. For as scatterbrained as you could be you also possessed an unparalleled ability to hyperfocus when you wanted to. Guessing this was one of those times he continued up the stairs to the room, leaving you to investigate whatever had captured your attention so hard.

Stopping at the entrance to the parlor you stayed out of sight behind the wall, you couldn’t make out what they were saying, but you were hoping if you listened intently enough you could pick up your Mystery Voice from the cabin. Two men were in there but neither of them sounded like your person of interest. And they were talking about the best year for scotch, which was something you couldn’t believe was an actual topic of conversation. A sudden tap on your shoulder jolted you back to your surroundings where you jumped with a surprised yelp. Snapping your head to the source and clutching at your chest, wide eyes landed on Derek.

“You almost gave me a heart attack!” An exaggerated sigh followed by an exasperated laugh passed your lips. He laughed with you, his hands in the air allowing you to catch your breath.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Wesson, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Don’t worry about it. Nothing like a good scare to let you know you’re alive.” You quipped. He gave you a kind smile, his eyes searching your face as if you were the most rare creature he’d ever laid eyes on, like he would scare you away if he moved too quickly. Not that you minded being ogled occasionally, but he was not being at all subtle about the eyefucking he was giving you.

“Were you waiting for Mr. Wesson?”

“No, he went up to the room to freshen up I think. We just got back from a hike, and I’m sure I could use a shower myself.” You answered with a short laugh, looking for an escape route.

“I understand. Have you been given a tour of the grounds yet?”

“Uuuhhh no, but I saw the layout online when we were deciding on where to go”

“I see, well I can assure you, the pictures online hardly do this place justice. Allow me the pleasure of showing you around?” He asked with another kind smile, misty green eyes practically begging you to just say yes. Damn, he really was handsome, and that tailored burgundy suit looked mighty fine on him too. Now you might should have declined his offer, but there was an opportunity there. He’d show you around, get the lay of the land, and you could ask him about the odd going’s-on about the Inn he helped to run.

So you put on a sweet, playful smile and agreed. “You know, I would love a tour.”

Elated he held out an elbow for you to take, like a tried and true gentleman, and you obliged by wrapping your fingers around a surprisingly firm bicep. Careful Y/n, you are supposed to be married. Derek escorted you room to open room giving a brief history of the place. None of the details were of much interest, but he talked with so much passion that you would have felt terrible about interrupting him to ask about the dead bodies being found.

The final room at the Inn was the ballroom. The place had a fucking ballroom. Of course it did. You probably shouldn’t have expected otherwise given the fact that this place was old and built by some filthy rich family. Even still you found yourself in awe, the ornate carvings in the wood, and crystal chandeliers was enough to make you speechless. The building was unsettling enough but damn if it was not impressive. And impressed you were, gold filigree inlay, and immaculate paintings in the panels of the curved ceiling, left you breathless. It was truly beautiful. You weren’t aware that your mouth had fallen into an ‘o’ until Derek spoke up and pulled you out of your enchanted trance.

“A sight to behold, I know. Mr. Wellington truly spared no expense. He used to throw very lavish parties for only the most elite of the elite, or if you were very beautiful. The Gala he threw for his Wedding Anniversary to his wife was the event of the season.” Derek said, turning his eyes to you as he finished his sentence.

“I’m sure it was quite the party.” Dropping your hand from his arm you stepped into the room that was much bigger than you could have anticipated to look around. Each eye catching detail more precise and intricate than the last.

“It was, people would come from all over the country, if they were invited. It was a very exclusive and highly revered event. We carry on the tradition still today.”

“Really? You host a massive party for the 1%?” You asked, your tone a little flatter than you had intended, but it pulled a chuckle from him.

“Yes and no. It’s no longer a gathering of only the most prestigious of people, but it is still a very large event. Though I can’t lie and say that some very high-profile people attend every year. You will be there won’t you?” He implored, and you snorted.

“Well, Derek, I’m flattered. But my invitation must have gotten lost in the mail.”

“Au contraire, no invitation necessary, and it’s on Thursday.” He stated matter-of-factly. You smiled with an understanding, albeit defeated, nod. Of course it was Thursday, this Thursday. It couldn’t have been any other Thursday through the year. Nope. Had to be the most inconvenient timing. Just your luck.

“Ah, so that’s what the Dancing night on the itinerary meant. I’m not much of a dancer, sadly.”

“Oh I don’t believe that at all Mrs. Wesson. I’d be happy to teach you a few steps.”

“Y/n, please. Mrs. Wesson is just a little too formal for my tastes.” You suggested, in truth you just weren’t sure you’d be able to answer to another name as seamlessly as Dean or Sam could. They were pro’s at the whole fake identity thing, and while you certainly weren’t stranger to it yourself, the ‘Mrs.’ part sent you for a loop. It just sounded strange.

“Y/n, what a lovely name. I must warn you, since I seem to have caught you by surprise- it is a formal event. Black tie.” He said before taking your hand and placing it in the crook of his arm continuing the tour through the back and out to the gardens.

Fuck. Black tie? That was going to be a problem, you were going to have to put your hopes into solving the case before then, because there was no way you were cramming yourself in some cocktail dress and high heels. That simply was not going to do. Although the idea of Sam in a tux was not in the slightest off-putting. But then you’d be expected to do Gala things like dancing and mingling and smiling. And none of that sounded like something you’d willingly involve yourself in.

The fresh floral aroma hit you like a wall the second you stepped into the gardens. Every single plant and topiary was meticulously cared for and it showed. There were flowers you’d never even seen before, big and bright and colorful. A beautiful stone pathway led around the garden to the center where a massive fountain was, filled with Koi fish and lily pads. Large, detailed marble statues were placed strategically about the area, giving the whole place a whimsical and enchanted feel.

“Wow. Mr. Wellington sure liked his plants too, huh?”

“He did, or more Mrs. Wellington did, so he had this constructed for her.” He pointed up to a large set of windows at the center of the Inn. “That was their room there, and he wanted her to be able to wake up to the sight of something beautiful every morning.”

“Well isn’t that just adorable. Giant Anniversary party, a garden dedicated to her, she must have been pretty special.”

“That she was. He loved her deeply. When she died he was so heartbroken he fell into despair and died not long after her. Quite tragic. They watched all five of their children succumb to the plague, before it claimed Mrs. Wellington.” Derek explained.

“Bummer.” You replied. Sam was the empathetic one, you not so much. Not that it wasn’t a sad story, but they were all sad stories. “And Mr. Wellington, he died of the plague too, I read.”

“No. He died of a broken heart.” Derek answered turning icy green eyes to you. It took much effort to control your face, because you could have laughed.

Died of a broken heart. Not that it was unheard of, and you knew full well that it was an actual thing. But it didn’t make it any less silly to think of. Maybe it was just you being callous, or maybe it was because you’d never been in love so you couldn’t imagine what losing someone like that would have felt like. Well, maybe that wasn’t entirely true, but there was no way you’d let yourself admit it, let alone actually feel it.

Having unpacked the weapons he brought on your little hiking trip back in their designated spot Sam was getting a little antsy in the room by himself. Mostly he was just wondering what was taking you so long. Not that he should have been concerned, you were a big girl who knew how to take care of herself. There were many times where you had to split up on a hunt, gathering intel, breaking into evidence lockers and so on, this shouldn’t have been any different. It wasn’t. He just had to reaffirm that point in his head. This was no different than any other hunt you’d been on with him in the past. The cover was the only thing that had changed, and he most certainly wasn’t actually married to you, so he couldn’t have possibly missed your presence.

Pressing an arm against the frame of the window he peered outside, looking down at the sprawling gardens below where he caught sight of you immediately. You were cupping a peach colored rose in your hands, taking a moment to get lost in its fragrance. Watching you pulled a smile to his lips, maybe that’s what you’d have been in another life. A botanist, you had a green thumb based on the little windowsill garden you had growing in your room at the bunker. It was tiny, just a couple of herbs, but they were growing well, and he was impressed. Dean was thrilled because he had fresh spices to cook with. The moment he had to take you in was ruined almost as quickly as it had come when Derek stepped around you offering a plucked Lily.

Biting into his lip he turned away from the window making himself busy his mind on anything else. Literally anything other than the guy who was so obviously interested in his wife. Fake wife. Friend. Business Partner. Frustrated, he ran fingers through his hair and opted to take a shower rather than dwell on the fact that what he wanted from you wasn’t an option on the table. Even if you were in the slightest bit interested in kicking things up a notch there was no justifiable reason why he should. Romance never seemed to work out for him, and the inevitability of failure with you was too high a price to pay. He’d rather have you in his life just as you were than not at all. Either things would go south, or you’d wind up dead. And neither option he could live with.

Settling on that little nugget of fact was harder to digest than maybe it should have been. The heart wants what the heart wants, but he was too logical to cave into that desire. Choosing instead to pine away in silence. Though once alone in the shower with his thoughts the only thing he could think of was you. The length of your body pressed so firmly to his as he had you positioned in that tiny, little crawl-space. The feel of your breasts, warm and soft against his chest through the thin fabric of your barely-there t-shirt. And the arousing friction of your ass unintentionally grinding into his crotch.

An irritated sigh passed his lips as he turned eyes up to the ceiling. Why? Why couldn’t he just will you to the back of his head? Because of how you were perched on his lap, straddling his hip bones like he’d imagined countless times before, grinding, and rocking, and bouncing at that perfect rhythmic pace until you came undone- Baseball. Chess. The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. The average flying velocity of a Swallow. African or European? The capital of Georgia is Atlanta. The capital of Virginia is Richmond. And so on.

The sun was starting to set over the horizon of the Mountains, painting the sky in watercolors of peach and amber and ruby fading into a dark blue at the opposite end of the world. That stupid fucking class was going to be happening soon, and you still needed to get a shower to wash off the grime you’d collected on your hike. No doubts you were pretty ripe, if nothing else you were coated in a fine layer of a billion years worth of dust and dirt. It was time to make your graceful exit.

“So, Derek this little tour has been lovely, and particularly informative. But I should really go shower and get ready for the class tonight. And I’m sure Mr. Wesson is worried that I’ve been gone so long.” You excused yourself with a smile.

“Of course, I didn’t mean to keep you so long. Enjoy your evening, Y/n.” He replied as you backed away giving him a wave of your hand before disappearing inside.

Slipping into the room you kicked your boots carelessly into the corner of the room where the rest of your belongings were and stripped out of the army green jacket you were wearing. Rifling through the drawers of the dresser you pulled out another pair of jeans a clean shirt to wear. This was going to blow. Cooking class. You scoffed thinking about it, this was most assuredly going to end in disaster. Either you were going to light something on fire that should not be on fire, or whatever you managed to make was not going to be edible in the slightest.

The door to the bathroom creaked open and you stood ready for your turn, but Sam stepping out bare save for the towel slung low at his hips and dripping wet made your heart all but stop beating. Little beads of water rolled down the long graceful lines of his throat into his chest hair, and down the length of his stomach to his navel where the thin trail of dark hair led your eyes to the towel covering parts you were most curious about. A whimper caught in the back of your throat as blood rushed to your cheeks. Who gave him the right?

“Hey, find out anything interesting?” He asked, as if he wasn’t standing in front of you mostly naked. As if he wasn’t the most distracting thing you’d ever seen in your life. The only other time you could recall being so flustered you forgot how to word was after a workout, entire body glistening with sweat. You’d never wanted to lick the sweat off of someone’s throat before, so that was a first for you.

“Uh-huh…” You murmured, more than anything in the entire world you wanted to yank that towel away. And you could, all you had to do was just reach out, and grab it.

“Uh-huh? Plan on sharing with the class?” Sam suggested. You’d been staring just a little too long. Blinking back to reality you twisted up your face in apathetic sarcasm.

“Maybe once you put some clothes on.” You scoffed, as you grabbed your things and walked to the bathroom for an ice cold shower. Sam only watched you move about. The shift in your demeanor leaving him vexed, and a little offended. Convincing yourself that you were unbothered by him just standing there, all golden and firm, and damp, begging you to run your fingertips over miles of rolling, taut muscle. Jesus, get a hold of yourself, Y/n. Denial was your only saving grace, and you’d put your faith in the fact that you could just deny everything. That look you were giving him? It’s nothing, you couldn’t care less how naked he was. Why are you blushing? It’s hot in the room! Why are you so flustered? Because!

The water from the shower was ice cold and made you nearly jump out of your skin, but the shock certainly helped to sweep away the filthy thoughts about Sam that were on near constant replay. Honestly, it was just getting to be a tad ridiculous. You didn’t have this problem any other day of the week. Then again any other day of the week you had Dean ever present as a buffer, and a pretty solid cock block.

Every time you got close, like the night you and Sam drank an entire handle of bourbon. There was something in the texts you had in your lap that was just a little too unfamiliar for you to translate, so he leaned over your shoulders to help. Sam’s massive frame enveloping yours and drowning you in the rich smell of him, and the heat that practically vibrated off his body. The sharp line of his jaw tempting you like the mirage of an oasis in a vast desert. It would have taken nothing for you to trace your lips along the column of his throat, and with as much liquid courage as you’d imbibed it was just a matter of time. When he turned those hazel eyes to you, like sunflowers against an overcast sky, all bets were off, and you were ready to take the chance. He didn’t pull away as you leaned in, as if he had been waiting as long as you had.

Then Dean practically kicked in the heavy metal door at the top of the staircase, drunk and belting out lyrics to Walk This Way by Aerosmith. You and Sam separated like repelling magnets, the moment was washed away like it never happened.

Every. Single. Time. It was like he had an uncanny radar for when the two of you inched just a little too close together and he’d pop out of the bushes and absolutely obliterate the mood. More often than not you would be grateful for it. It helped keep things as they should be. Platonic, and professional. No reason to let a drunken mistake change anything.

The difference was that Dean wasn’t around to be neutral zone, and you didn’t have a separate room to retreat to when Sam’s presence was a little too intoxicating. You weren’t even through the first day yet, and already your willpower was faltering.

With a heaving sigh you tightened the towel around your chest and sifted through your clothes only to find your panties not where they should have been. Poking your head out the door you turned eyes to the floor where you might have dropped them.

“Looking for these?” Sam asked, seated at a table in front of one of the windows, your black lacy panties hanging from his fingers. Your whole face burned redhot, as you slipped out of the bathroom and walked over to snatch them from his hand. If he could capture that look on your face on video he’d replay it forever. A sly grin creased the dimple in his cheek as you took back your undergarment and hid away back in the bathroom without so much as a word. The thought to keep your panties had crossed his mind, especially since they were not quite what he had expected. These were sexy and though he had no doubts that no matter your choice of underwear it would be rousing, these were deliberately so. And he wanted you to know that he’d seen them, and held that satiny material in his hands. On the chance that you were wearing them to appeal to your handsome, newfound friend, Sam wanted you to think of him instead. There was plenty of opportunity for him to pocket them later, after you’d worn them.

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Dragon Age OC/Inquisitor Profile

BASICS

Full Name: Felan (fey-LAUN, but FEY-lihn is also acceptable pronunciation to him) Fen’an Lavellan

Nickname(s): “Snow” - Varric, at first (because of his hair and eye colour - he later stops at Dorian’s behest) and then “Spitfire” on occasion after that; “Ickle” - Sera (she thinks it’s hilariously ironic given Felan’s tall height for an elf); “Fae” - Dorian (at Haven, Dorian tells Felan it’s not just because it’s an alternative spelling to the way the first syllable of his name is said, but also because Felan’s “glowy hand” and humming after battle makes him think of the stories of Firesprites in the Korcari Wilds)

Age: 24 at the Conclave, 27-28 during Trespasser

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Gay

OTHERS

Family: Felan’s mother, Una, was a city elf born in the alienage of Starkhaven. She met Felan’s father, Fen’an, while he was doing trade off and on in the city for his clan. They became smitten with each other soon after. Tired of the treatment of elves in the alienage, and the pretentious luxury and grandeur of the rest of the city, Una eventually ran away with Fen’an, as she had no more living relatives in Starkhaven to keep her there, either. Fen’an was the clan’s long-standing Master until he, along with a few other clan members, were killed when Felan was 22 during a treacherous ambush in a trade with humans gone awry. Unfortunately later on, Una and Vienne do not survive the attack on the Lavellan clan in Wycome.

Birthplace: Somewhere outside Tantervale, near the Minanter River where the Lavellan clan stayed for a time

Occupation: Prior to Inquisitor and assassin specialisation: Master of clan Lavellan after his father’s death; he then relinquishes his “title” and duties to Aridhel Lavellan a couple months later. Felan takes on the job of one of the clan’s best hunters and weapons crafters until he leaves approx. four months following that. He periodically checks in with the clan to see his mother and Vienne, so he stays relatively close, even when it isn’t to their knowledge at times (which he prefers). Prior to the events of the Conclave, he briefly comes back as the result of Aridhel and Vie’s combined pleadings. Keeper Deshanna and the clan’s hahren then request of Felan to be a spy on the talks at the temple as retribution for his “slights” against the clan, and a way to be welcomed back with open arms. Felan very, very reluctantly accepts.

Fears: Losing those he cares about and failure. Though he also suffers PTSD after his father's death, and the fall of Haven worsens it. Occasionally heavy snowfalls trigger panic attacks.

Guilty Pleasures: Learning about magic, expensive wine, having Dorian read to him, seeing if he can make Cassandra blush or smile, and visiting with his favourite terrifying undead steed, Dearg (JAIR-ahg) in the stables! :D

Hobbies: Once Felan eventually learns how to read fully, he enjoys that a great deal; learning to fight with a sword & shield, drinking with Sera and Varric, blade crafting and weapons modification

APPEARANCE

Eye colour: Very pale, icy blue

Hair colour: White

Height: approximately 5’9 / 178cm

Scars: He has quite a lot, especially on his arms, but his most prominent are the ones on his right brow and the right side of his nose which he got during the attack on his clan before he joined the Inquisition. And he later gets a pretty bad scar beneath his left pectoral muscle from an injury involving an arrow.

Burns: Of course! He’s fought enough enemy mages, fire-breathing dragons, and has both heroically, and idiotically run into burning buildings aplenty. Technically, the scar from the arrow injury also involves scarring from cauterisation, too.

Overweight: Nope.

Underweight: Though some humans would say otherwise, no. He’s actually got a decent amount of muscle for an elf, but is still lithe.

HAVE THEY

Had sex: Yess

Had sex in public: Technically speaking? Uh.. yeahh... shh...

Kissed a man: Yep!

Kissed a woman: Romantically? No.

Gotten tattoos: His June vallaslin when he was 17, and then at some point when he is 25 and travelling in Val Royeaux, he gets the alchemical symbol for fire (triangle) connected to the ends of the vallaslin going down his biceps for Dorian :)

Gotten piercings: No

Had a broken heart: Yes, twice (in the romantic sense)

Been in love: Twice, Dorian being the last<3

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Felan has insomnia, so it’s more than likely.

ARE THEY

A virgin: Ohhh no haha

A cuddler: Yep, he loves physical affections

A kisser: Very much so, and isn’t afraid of PDA unless it makes his partner uncomfortable

A smoker: He’ll smoke elfroot on occasion if he really wants to sleep, especially because it prevents nightmares

Scared easily: Besides his PTSD triggers, no.

Jealous easily: He’s only jealous of those who haven’t experienced prejudices or have lived relatively “normal” lives.

Trustworthy: Yes, it’s something he prides himself on being

Dominant: Yes

Submissive: Definitely not, though he would be to Dorian in bed. But Dorian veryyy rarely allows it.

Single: Quite the opposite!

MORALS

Morality Alignment: Felan stumbles in between Chaotic Good & Chaotic Neutral at different points in his life

Sins: Desire / Despair / Envy / Fear / Hunger / Pride / Rage / Sloth

Virtues: Charity / Diligence / Humility / Justice / Kindness / Patience / Restraint

THIS - OR - THAT

introvert/extrovert: introvert mostly

organized/disorganized: organised

close minded/open-minded: very open-minded

calm/anxious: calm when it counts (especially in battle), but is prone to panic/anxiety attacks

disagreeable/agreeable: Most on his good side would say agreeable

cautious/reckless: Ugh, reckless!

patient/impatient: He leans more towards being impatient, because of his recklessness lol. Fae also has no patience for bullshit.

outspoken/reserved: A good bit of both

leader/follower: Reluctant leader - he fails to see he’s good at it, and also refuses to follow

empathetic/unempathetic: empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: Cynical optimist

traditional/modern: A bit more modern than most Dalish, he breaks away from quite a lot of tradition

hard-working/lazy: very hard-working

RELATIONSHIPS

OTP: FaeDor! haha Dorian & Felan ♥

Acceptable Ships: Felan & Cullen as they were together for a little over 3 months sometime after they met. And Felan & Aridhel, who were together from the time Fae was 17 until he left the clan at 22.

OT3: None - Fae is very monogamous once he’s in a relationship

BROTP: Felan/Cullen when things smooth over with them, Felan/Sera, Felan/Varric, Felan/Cass, Felan/Leliana, at times Felan/Harritt, and Felan/the Bog Unicorn lmao

NOTP: Since he’s gay, no women, obviously lol. And nothing against Bull personally, but Felan doesn’t trust him, so he wouldn’t bed or end up with him.

RANDOM

Recruited the mages or Templars?: Mages because magic interests Felan greatly and he was hoping the Anchor was magic-related enough to be removed after closing the Breach. He also wasn’t sure how trustworthy the Templars would’ve been, despite Cullen’s insistence on the matter.

Who did they leave in the Fade during Hear Lies the Abyss?: Stroud :( Purely for my selfish reasons because the thought of a romanced Fenris finding out Hawke was left in the Fade guts me. I can’t think about that. Not to mention how crushed Varric would’ve been.

I “tag” anyone who’d like to do this themselves or even tweak it to fit their non-DA OCs!! :) And my asks are always open, so feel free to pop in there if you’d like to know anything more about Felan!

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maximumkillshot · 5 years ago

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Make It Better

Warnings: ANGSTY AF, like it’s bad for a while there, then it gets better. Some cussing possible, mentions of S14 stuffs.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, OMC Luke, (Multiple other charaters mentioned

A/N: This is from an ask by @carribear31 Her ask reads: So I have an idea, it could be angsty. Going back to beginning if seadon 14. Dean is free from Michael and comes back to the bunker to find all the AU hunters there. Him and reader have been together for awhile but seeing all these other hunters need her for this and that makes him feel unneeded and useless and even a bit jealous when he notices one other hunter seems to seek her out more then the others. Now with Dean feel sorry for himself and pushing her away she must prove they belong together. Happy ending please! Thank you!

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“How has Y/N been?” I asked my brother. Michael taking over wasn't something that only affected me. Hell, Y/N had been together for over three years. Before all of the shit hit the fan I was planning out the proposal, I even had the ring ready, and yet the last thing I remember hearing is her screaming at me, asking why.

“She’s broken, Dean. What else do you expect?” answered my brother. “You broke a promise to her, you promised you’d never let him in and yet you let him in right in front of her. I don’t blame her either.”

“Does she hate me?” I asked, pain in my eyes.

“No she doesn’t. She’s been looking for you non stop. She didn't sleep for the first two weeks, only closing her eyes when her body gave out. Jack had to force her to eat and Mom had to get her to shower. She was nothing without you. She even thought that it was all her fault.”

“What?”

“She thought that if she wasn’t there when Lucifer did what he did, you wouldn’t have done what you did to protect her.”

“ I would have done it regardless.”

“She won’t hear it, so she threw herself into work.”

As we pulled into the bunker I saw some people, including Bobby working on he other cars in the garage…

After parking and cautiously opening the bunker door, everyone froze, but Y/N.

Her hair was disheveled and thrown into a bun. Standing at the war room table, coordinating the next attack it seems. All of the other hunters around her looked up, prompting her to do the same.

As I made the way down the stairs I saw her slowly turn towards me, an angel blade in her hand. Her eyes were closed as she looked up, almost preparing to see that blue glow of Michaels eye’s glaring at her like they did the day he took me.

When she looked up, she looked like she aged tenfold. She must’ve lost 50 pounds, her eyes sunken. She looked from my eyes to Sammy, then back to me.

“I-If this is a trick Michael, I swear I will rip you from him myself, and I torture you if you thought the cage was rough… wait until you get a load of me.”

When I went to walk towards her immediately Jack and a few of the other men surrounded her. One of the men commented to me, “I don’t believe that the commander said that you could touch her.”

“Stand Down” I heard her say from the behind the wall of men. They immediately parted like the red sea.

She placed the blade on the table, “Is it really you, Dean?”

That hurt… She usually calls me baby or some chick flick pet name.

“Yeah, it is Sweetheart... I”

“Your room’s the same way you left it. It was off limits.” She turned around, addressing the rest of the hunters.

“You mean our room,” I asked, clear pain in my voice.

She huffed and turned my way, “ That stopped being our room when you broke your promise. That room was my prison, surrounded by you and no way to get to you. That….” She looked around, noticed that she was raising her voice, and gaining attention. She then took in my state and breathed, “ You already know where the showers are. Get cleaned up, we’ll discuss this after I come up with yet another plan to deal with your mess.”

I looked at my brother and he went to lead me past the other hunters to my room.

“She hates me,” I said plainly.

“No, she loves you so much that she tried everything to keep this place running because she knew that’s what you would have wanted, Dean. It may not be what you were expecting, but that, that was the best you were going to get, given the circumstances.” I walked into my room, only finding some things out of place. One of them is a photo of ourselves sitting on Baby’s hood. The frame wasn’t on the nightstand where it was supposed to be, the frame was smashed to pieces, the photo painted with dried tear stains. I kept on looking around and I found something… The wedding ring box was kicked under the nightstand when I opened it the ring was missing. I couldn’t see anymore at this point.

As I undressed I noticed there was a new scar on my bicep. I couldn’t think straight so I just undressed and went to the showers. By the time I was out I could hear Y/N laughing with a guy, he had his arm around her hip, joking around. It made my blood boil. Then I finally caught his name, Luke. After I got dressed I came out of my room and was met with mostly unfamiliar faces, I’ve never felt so out of place in my own home.

Sammy could see my visible uneasiness and he leads me to the main war room, explaining everything that they came up with to rebuild the hunter network. I was impressed but I was also seething because this Luke guy was getting handsy with Y/N. The minute my brother saw me eyeing them Sam said, “Luke was the only one who could get her out of the room after Michael took you. She only trusted him. The first time she laughed all the first month came from him.”

“So what’s their deal, because from what I’m seeing here. Maybe it would’ve been better for me to stay away.”

“What?” questioned Sammy.

“Look at how happy she is, so carefree.”

“She hasn’t been like this since you were taken. She is like this right now because you are back.”

“Then why isn’t she letting me touch her like that?”

“She’s hurt, Dean.”

“How do I make it better?” I asked Sammy, my heart being crushed.

“Maybe talk to her about it, in private.”

I took a deep breath and started to walk towards her.

As soon as she saw me in her peripheral vision she straightened up, almost on guard, which she’s never done with me, even when I had the mark of Cain.

“Y/N?” I asked.

She got off of the counter she was perched on and said, “Yeah?”

“We need to talk,” I said as I glared at Luke.

“Where do you want to talk at, exactly?” She asked.

“Our room.”

“We don’t have a room, you have your room and I have mine.”

“Fine, my room.”

She immediately grabbed her beer bottle and started walking to the room.

As soon as the door shut I hear her say: “ So what do you want to talk about?”

I huffed, “How about how when I came home you acted like I was nothing to you. Let’s start there.” I sat at the desk in my room while she sat on the bed.

“In case you haven’t noticed I am cleaning up Michael’s mess, thanks to you.”

“That is bullshit Y/N and you know it. Before this you would’ve jumped into my arms, practically sobbing.”

“Well, I did all of my sobbing when I thought that you were dead. Right here.” She said as she stroked the pillow on my side of the bed. “Michael was never going to let you go and I knew that. I knew that you were not strong enough to kick him out.”

I was silent as she continued, “For a while actually, I was waiting for Michael to come in here and off me himself. I waited in here… You know why?”

I shook my head no as she laid down, “Because here was where we laughed, made love, here are our best memories. So I locked myself in here, waiting to die with nothing but the best memories. That way I didn’t have to look at the husk of my boyfriend when Michael drained the life out of me.”

She looked to the right, where my nightstand was, “Instead I could look at that picture of us on the impala, mere seconds before you told me you loved me. Or I could grab to the left, grab the quilt that you got me from New Mexico.”

She Sat back up with tears in her eyes, now bringing tears to mine as I sat beside her, “I don’t think you realize what it’s like to wait for the man that you love to come back and kill you. The worst part is that it wasn’t even the man that you love, just the thing that he let in.”

She got up frantically wiping tears away, “So you’re going to have to excuse me when I didn’t jump into your arms like some chick flick. You’re going to have to deal with the fact that every time I close my eyes I see Michael killing Sammy, Jack, Mary, Bobby, everyone, then him letting you through just long enough to see the life drain from my eyes.”

She turned around to me and said, “And most of all you’re going to have to excuse the fact that I am more comfortable with people that have been here for the last eight months, the very same people that helped piece me back together and distracted me every single time I got a call about a lead, the people that promised to find you so that I wouldn’t see the monster that used you as a puppet.”

“Look I get it if you don’t love me anymore.” I said flat out.

She huffed, “And what makes you think that?”

“You’re a leader, so is Sammy, I’m a run and gunner, okay? This doesn’t work for me.”

“Not yet, Dean. we have much lower casualties because of these parameters.”

“Listen, Y/N I can’t even explain how awkward it is to come home and find a whole bunch of different people in your house and one of them buddying up to your girlfriend.”

It was then that I left the room, almost fuming, I tapped Sammy’s arm and motioned for the keys. Sammy passed them to me and I took off for the night. I did everything to think about something else. But all I could see was the pain in her eyes, the fear. It was haunting.

The fact that I did that to her, it was almost inconceivable. She was always so strong so to have a fuck up like me as her weak point makes no sense. Maybe it’s better if I just keep her at arm's length. The ring’s probably missing because she threw it away out if anger or something. That had to be the only answer. As I laid down on Baby’s hood I decided to keep her at arm's length, that way I wouldn’t hurt her again. After a few hours of sulking, I headed back home.

When I opened the door there was no one up but Sammy.

“Which room is she in?” I asked.

“Her’s, the one in between Jack’s and Luke’s”

“Great” I huffed.

“Look, I know what you think about Luke, but you’ve got it wrong, okay. Luke sees Y/N like his sister. She died in the apocalypse world. It’s platonic Dean, but you’re too jealous to see that.”

“Sammy, I’m tired of people telling me what I do and do not feel, okay? I just want to sleep with Y/N by my side. But that obviously isn’t happening, so please, just let me sleep.”

I laid down in my bed and stared at the ceiling for about 6 or 7 hours until I heard rustling outside. It sounded like Y/N was talking with Luke again. Which never failed to make my stomach twist. As soon as I heard them walk by I rolled out of bed in my boxers and nothing else. This is my house so fuck what everyone else thinks.

When I walk out I am met by skeptical stares yet again, how my house can feel like a prison I have no clue, but hot damn it seems to be happening.

The minute I walk into the kitchen I’m met by Luke handing Y/N a cup of coffee and Sam laughing along with the normal conversation. The minute I clear my throat everyone freezes and only Y/N is unphased.

“You want some coffee, Dean? We were just about to make some bacon and pancakes,” Y/N’s voice rang out as she grabbed my mug and filled it with coffee. When she went to hand it to me she tried to lean up and kiss me but I turned my face away, trying to keep my distance. I could see the pain in her eyes, but it was better like this.

She looked confused but went about her day, making the food and distributing it to everyone. I refused to let her get mine. The more things she does for me the harder I find it to try to separate myself from her. I can see the pain in her eyes, so I decided to just take my food to my room.

The next few days I did the same thing, minimal contact with everyone, especially with Y/N, it seemed like every day I could see more of her fading away, by the end of the week she couldn’t even smile, which only killed me more.

When I was in the middle of a horror movie marathon I heard a knock at my door.

“Go away Sam!” I yelled at him. I can’t take him asking me to talk to Y/N one more time. I can’t not with how I hurt her.

Then the door opened and I heard her voice, “Dean?” Y/N sounded so broken. I wanted to scoop her up and protect her from anything and everything that came her way.

My body shot up at her voice, almost like it called to my soul, my movements weren't my own.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” I immediately turned into a defensive mode, looking around her as if something had gripped her.

“Can we talk, please?” she squeaked as tears streamed down her face.

“Of course sweetheart tell me.” I held my arms out to her and she buried her head in my chest as she cried.

“I miss you… I feel like I lost you and that is my worst nightmare, I don’t want to lose you.” She started weeping.

I started tearing up myself, “I didn’t want to hurt you anymore. I didn’t want to do more damage than I already did Sweetheart, so I thought it was better for me to stay away. After I found the ring box empty I figured you wouldn't want that with me, baby. I thought that I hurt you so bad that you wouldn’t want me.”

“Dean,” She said as she pulled something from around her neck, “before you left the room last week I wanted to show you…” she started sniffling as she untangled the chain. When she was untangling the gold chain she was trying to explain. “I saw the ring, and I stared at it for so long… that would’ve been that last gift you would’ve ever given to me. So I didn’t throw it away..” she held the chain with the engagement ring up to me...

I looked confused as she said, “I kept it with me until we did find you… Until you could give it to me properly. Every time I lost hope I looked at it and I knew that you wouldn’t leave this undone. I carried it because I love you, and that will never ever change. So here.” She said as she opened my hand and put it into my palm. “I don’t want it until you feel it’s the right time. As long as I have you, that’s all I’ll ever need.”

When she curled back up into my chest I took the ring off of the chain and grabbed her hand as she teared up…

“There is no better time than right now Y/N…. So will you marry me?”

She was crying so hard all she could do was nod… and believe me, that was more than enough for me.

Just as I slid the ring on her finger she started kissing me uncontrollably all over my face as I pinned her under me.

I just stared for a while, taking in the tears that she shed…

“What?” she giggled.

I wiped her tears away as I said “Just imagining”

“Oh really? Imagining what?”

“The rest of our lives together, family, all of it,” I said as I leaned down and kissed her.

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