#I’m reading both no longer human and sweetpea so that’s TWO

[jackiesnats]

I made my book goal for this year to be 10 books 😭

[potionsprefect]

The Familiar Face (Chapter 2)

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: After yesterday’s news, Victoria spend a day with her kids.

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: none

Category: fluff

Chapter 1 here

Chapter Two: Always There for You

Ethan was always the first one to wake up in his house. He liked to let Victoria have a lie in, particularly when the twins were newborns as Victoria was with them all day.

It was still dark outside, which was normal considering it was the middle of winter. Slowly, he got out of bed and headed down the corridor to check on the twins in their respective rooms.

Ethan smiled when he saw them both fast asleep, breathing deeply. If someone had told Ethan this this would be his life four years ago, he wouldn’t have believed them.

Ethan bent down towards Lily’s bed and stroked her blonde hair from her face. Selfishly, he wanted her to be awake so they could spend time together. Lily was the spitting image of her mother, bright green eyes and curly blonde hair and she had Ethan wrapped around her little finger. Much like Victoria did. He couldn’t say no to his two girls.

Luke meanwhile was the spitting image of Ethan with blue eyes and brown hair. He however had Victoria’s cheeky attitude whereas Lily was very much like Ethan. She has a no nonsense attitude and at 3 years old, Ethan wasn’t sure how and when she had picked it up.

The repetitive strokes had stirred Lily from her slumber and pulled Ethan out of his daydream. Lily sat up and rubbed her eyes, smiling widely when she saw Ethan.

“Daddy!” Lily threw her arms around Ethan’s neck.

“Good morning sweetpea.” Ethan smiled giving Lily a hug, sitting her on his lap. “How did you sleep?”

“Good! Mummy, Daddy work today?” Lily asked.

“No Mummy and Daddy don’t have to work today. We’re going to spend the day with you and your brother.” Ethan smiled kissing the side of Lily’s head. “Would you like to help Daddy make breakfast?”

“Yeah! With Luke and Mummy?”

“How about we surprise Mummy with breakfast in bed? Why don’t we go wake Luke and make some pancakes?” Ethan smiled.

That seemed to wake Lily up. She got off Ethan’s lap and raced off down the hall to Luke’s room. “Don’t run!” Ethan chuckled even though there was no stopping her. Despite being a mini Ethan, when Lily was determined she was exactly like Victoria. By the time Ethan had reached the hallway, Lily was pulling Luke out of his room.

“I was asleep!” Luke rubbed his eyes.

“Come on.” Ethan said picking him up. “We’re going to make pancakes for Mummy.”

That seemed to wake Luke up and he wriggled to be put down as both kids made their way down the stairs with Ethan behind them. They were met at the bottom of the stairs by Jenner who licked the twins faces making them giggle.

In the kitchen, Ethan sorted out all the ingredients and set to work making the batter. Luke and Lily stirred the batter and helped Ethan pour it into the frying pan. Once they were brown and cooked, he served them on a plate and put it on a tray.

“Are we taking it up to mummy?” Luke asked.

“Yes. Why don’t you lead the way and I’ll carry it?” Ethan suggested.

The twins grinned and ran off out the kitchen towards the stairs and up to Victoria and Ethan’s room.

“Mummy! Mummy wake up. Breakfast!” Luke and Lily shook Victoria awake.

“Did you do all this?” Victoria looked at the twins as Ethan set the tray across her lap.

“They sure did. They’re proper chefs our twins aren’t you?” Ethan said giving Victoria a kiss as the twins climbed onto the bed.

“We hope you like it!” Luke grinned.

Victoria ate both of the pancakes made much to the excitement of Luke and Lily. Victoria knew they had a real talent for food.

After getting dressed for the day, Victoria received a text from Sienna.

Have you seen the news?!

Victoria smiled at her phone, she knew Sienna was on the ball with election knowledge. She sent back a quick: yes I know who’s the nomination.

No no no. Have you seen WHERE he is? He’s in the hospital!

Victoria stared at the text. Ed was in the hospital? Why would he start his campaign in Bloom Edenbrook of all places?

Victoria raced downstairs and saw Ethan in the living room with the twins. She shoved her phone into his hands and his eyes widened as he read the text.

“I’ll sort this. I’ll make sure Leland understands.” Ethan said heading for the door and grabbing his coat.

“You don’t have to go in. Just ring them from here.” Victoria said.

“Vic I promised I’d never let him inside the hospital. I should’ve warned the team last night. If I had anything to say about it he wouldn’t even be stood outside the hospital. It won’t take long I promise.” Ethan said giving Victoria a quick kiss before opening the front door.

“Ethan don’t do anything stupid. Meet us in the park when you’re done.” Victoria replied.

Ethan just smiled and headed out the door. Victoria headed back into the living room where Luke and Lily were playing with their toys.

“Where’s Daddy gone?” Lily asked.

“Daddy’s just popped out but he won’t be long. How do you fancy a trip to the park?” Victoria suggested.

Luke and Lily loved their trips to the park and immediately jumped to their feet. Victoria just chucked as she helped the twins into their coats and put them in their buggy. The park was only down the road but Victoria knew their little legs would get tired and she couldn’t carry them both back home.

When they reached the gates to the park Victoria’s phone buzzed. It was Sienna.

So I’ve had to give the Senator a tour of the hospital and he doesn’t recognise me? You’d think after being forced to praise him he’d recognise a doctor that kissed his ass?

So not only was Senator Ed inside Bloom Edenbrook, Sienna was the one who had to give him the tour. Wanting more answers, Victoria sent a text back:

Was anyone else with you? And did the others recognise him?

Sienna immediately replied:

The ENTIRE hospital recognised him. I got many sympathetic glances. Luckily it was over in 15 minutes.

“Mummy are you ok?” Lily asked, pulling Victoria out of her thoughts.

“Yeah I’m ok.” Victoria smiled. “Now what shall it be first? Slide or swings?”

“Swings!” Both the twins exclaimed.

Victoria chuckled as she got the twins out of the buggy and set them down on the swings. Luke and Lily giggled as they were pushed back and forth by Victoria. Not long after, Ethan joined them.

“Daddy!” Luke grinned as Ethan picked him up out the swing and gave him a hug.

“How’s my favourite human?” Ethan grinned tickling Luke making him laugh.

“No Daddy! I’m your favourite!” Lily crossed her arms from the swing.

“And here’s me thinking I held that crown.” Victoria chuckled.

“It wouldn’t be fair if I said it to one and not the other.” Ethan laughed.

The twins ran around the park for a while longer before they became tired and the family of four headed home. Luke and Lily went down for a nap whilst Victoria and Ethan sat down on the sofa.

“So Sienna text me earlier. Saying she was the one who had to give Ed the tour.” Victoria looked at Ethan.

Ethan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “There was nothing I could do about that. She was already showing him around the ER when I got there. I tried to intervene but she said she could handle it.”

“Sienna’s a strong woman, nothing could scare her.” Victoria replied.

“He didn’t seem to recognise her though which I found strange. However the minute he made eye contact with me, I knew he instantly recognised me. It took all his restraint not to say something to me. I marched straight to Leland’s office and demanded an explanation.”

“What did he say?” Victoria asked.

“He said it was the hospitals obligation to show presidential nominees who request to look round hospitals.”

“He requested to look round the hospital?!” Victoria said startled.

“I didn’t believe it either. I had to argue with Leland as to why it was a bad idea. I had to tell him, I’m sorry. I don’t want him anywhere near the hospital again.” Ethan explained.

Victoria noticed her eyes brimming with tears. Ethan had noticed it too and pulled her in for a hug, gently rubbing her back.

“Why would he want to look round the hospital where he deemed himself to feel unsafe?” Victoria wiped her eyes.

“He doesn’t want people knowing that. Americans probably don’t remember the events at Edenbrook. I sure hope Massachusetts does because he should not win this state.” Ethan replied.

“I know I said I’m not scared of him and I’m not. But seeing him in power. I... I just don’t know if I could handle it.” Victoria said tears rolling down her cheeks again.

Ethan rested his chin on top of her head, stroking her hair. When she looked up at him, he wiped her eyes, kissing her forehead.

“Whatever happens, however this turns out, I will be by your side to help you see it through. And our two beautiful children will be there to give you a million hugs when you’re feeling sad.” Ethan smiled.

The tears started flowing down Victoria’s cheeks freely again, this time because of happiness. “What did I do to deserve such a beautiful family?”

“You didn’t have to do anything. We’d do anything for you. You know that.” Ethan chuckled tightening his arms around Victoria.

Victoria snuggled into Ethan, resting her head on his chest listening to the beating sound of his heart and the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

Everything that had been thrown at Victoria in the past, she had overcome, and gained newfound confidence from. This was just something else she would have to face with her head held high.

And with her family by her side, she knew she could face anything.

— — — — —

Writing dialogue for children is difficult so I hope I’ve made it as realistic as possible. My English A level required me to study child language development so I tried to remember how much a three year old could speak and implemented it here.

Hope you enjoy this! Lmk if you would like to be tagged.

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[r0m4ncetrash]

Shattered bones, shattered hearts

Summary: After a long time, Arthur finds his way to the reader’s door. Little do you know, with Morgan comes trouble- and bounty hunters as well. 

Words: ~2.8k

TW: angst, blood, violence, abuse mentions, smut mentions

Author’s note: as always, criticism is very, very welcome. Still working on my writing. Probably going to write a second part for this, a prequel maybe? 

The rain was awful that night. Even though the dark clouds covered the biggest part of the sky, the full moon still found it's way to the ground from behind the tall pines. She shouldn't have stayed up so late, but every page she read wasn't enough to sate her hunger for knowledge. Her eyes skimmed the neatly drawn pictures of human body. The woman would alway think of it as a piece of art.

Suddenly, a loud thud was to be heard at the front door of her house. She furrowed her brows and looked at the watch laying on the oak desk. Too late for a patient. A couple of loud knocks made her get up from her seat. Her instinct told her to grab the rifle standing next to the old wardobe placed in the corner. Her heartbeat mixed with a bang coming from downstairs pushed her further into the house to check on the visitor. It was normal, as a doctor, to have people come late at night. None of them tried to punch a hole while waiting for her though.

As she placed her hand on the doorknob and opened the door, a man stumbled into her house. The woman jumped away from the wet soaked figure, as if she'd seen a ghost. The leather hat covered his face in the most part, which made the assessment of the situation even harder. It could've been her death sentence there and then.

--I'm so glad y've opened.-- a familiar voice spoke to her, followed by a groan. Only now she noticed the lamp held in his hand, the other one gripping his side tightly.

The woman never thought she would see him again. The tall man stood in a small puddle of rain water and took off his hat. His fair-brown hair stuck to his forehead and his mouth was twisted in a grimace. The right hand that held down his grey shirt was covered in blood and trembled slightly.

Mister Arthur Morgan himself.

If the circumstances were different, she would've been as happy as ever. But she was furious.

Her palm slammed the wooden door closed and fixed a strand of hair that fell out of her bun in the process. She had so many questions. How dared he come back? After such a long time? After what he did?

They both stood there for a second until the doctor decided to move the man into her living room. He was bleeding, which was more important to her than her own anger. Something natural for her- to push her feelings to the very back. Arthur knew that would happen. He started unbuttoning his shirt mid-walk and took off his brown coat. The lamp found it's way onto the table and shone a warm light around the room they found themselves in. Just as he remembered- everything on the shelves was nice and tidy. Morgan also saw an open cabinet full of stacks of documents thrown inside.

The woman disappeared into her office and quickly came back with everything she needed. A few cloths, scissors, bandages, small bucket of water and a whiskey. Just as Arthur wanted to sit on the green couch with two pillows on either side, her stern voice stopped him from doing so.

--Don't even think about it. Look at yourself. All wet like that.-- she shook her head in disapproval and placed the basket she held in her arms on the floor.

With a grunt, Arthur dropped next to the table made out of dark oak and let his head fall onto his shoulder. Shallow breaths escaped his mouth. Every move caused the pain to shoot up through his whole body. They shot him good. Not good enough to kill him, but decent.

The woman took out the big bottle of whiskey and put it to the injured man's lips. Someone probably hit him, as swollen and red as they were. He gladly accepted the drink and chugged a big part of it, before she took it and poured some of it onto the open wound. His eyes shot open at the sudden burn. A loud hiss came from between his teeth.

--Come on, Morgan. You've been through worse than that.-- she remarked. Of course, she could've caused him less pain than that, but in her head he deserved all this and even more.

Another, even louder knock was heard down the hall. Arthur's hand gripped the womans face, before having the chance to turn around, and held it still. His eyes were full of a feeling she wasn't quite able to place.

--Grab a gun sweetpea and, I beg you, for the love of God, don't let 'em in.-- the man's voice was just above a whisper and sent a cold shiver down her spine. She should've known, that with Morgan came trouble. It always did.

A man calling from the outside, where the rain still poured, ripped her out of her thoughts. The doctor scrambled to her feet, grabbed the lamp from the table and a repeater laying on top of a shelf. A gun in every room made her feel safe, alone in the woods. She hung the source of light on a little hook next to the small picture of a meadow next to the door.

--G'night m'am-- a gruff voice greeted her after pulling at the doorknob. The angry look of the man fit well with his posture and the scars scattered around the left side of his face.

--I'm closed for today. Come again tomorrow if your injury is serious.-- her tone matched the stranger's one. She hoped, that for once, her play as a dangerous woman came off right. She wasn't planning on being a part of a fight. Especially with a bleeding out Arthur on the floor of her living room. Luckily, the man seemed to be alone, only with his horse to keep him company.

--Have you seen a man riding through here m'am?-- he looked down to her hands. The garnet red of Morgan's blood covered her palms like paint. The woman should've thought about that.

--No.-- her grip on the gun's handle tightened slightly. She was sure that her heartbeat was even louder than the thunder that occasionally struck somewhere in the woods.

Just as she moved the door slightly to close it, a hand appeared to stop it. The woman's eyes shot to his knuckles. The skin was opened and covered in the crimson red fluid. Was it his blood or Morgan's?

--Can I come in and look?--he asked almost sheepishly and crossed the line of the doctor's patience. His other palm gripped a small bounty poster with Arthur's face and name on it. 50 dollars was all it took to almost beat and shoot a man to death.

--Look, mister. I ain't seen no man. If you keep harrassing me like that, your thought's ain't gon' be the only thing goin' through your head.-- with a click, the gun's barrel was pointed at his face, loaded and ready to shoot.

Raising his hands up to his head in defence, he took a step back and, after throwing her a last inquisitive look, wished her good night. How glad she was, that he turned up alone at her doorway. Her eyes followed him back to his swarthy, soaking wet horse. After locking the door and putting the rifle next to a clothing stand, she came back to Arthur in a hurry.

--Handled nice and smooth.-- he mumbled out and watched her, as she kneeled besides him.

--Wanted for robbing folk, huh? Thought you were so good at not getting caught?-- a snarky remark left her lips.

She wiped her hands on her already slightly wet dress and threw a quick glance at the bottle standing next to the table. He drank more without her, probably to ease the pain. A few of the rags landed in the bucket of cold water. She wrung out a single piece of cloth and cleared his side with gentle movements. Arthur winced. His eyes never left her concentrated face. Just as a single strand of her hair fell out of the loose bun resting on her neck, his still dirty fingers placed it behind her ear. The movement wasn't even something he could control and would later blame on his tiredness.

Even though it didn't show, the woman almost froze at his sudden act of affection. Her stomach fluttered and filled her up with heat, which surfaced on her cheeks. How thankful she was in that moment for no better source of light to show off what she was going through.

A few minutes passed and the man's wound got fully covered with the bandages from the doctor's office. It all felt like a deja vu. A normal night of an outlaw and a medic. His half-lidded eyes wandered around her big living room. Morgan noticed a big painting hanging above the fireplace. Inside the big, gold-coated frame was a beautiful scenery. Tall mountains basked in the yellow light and lilac clouds behind them. Seeing something like this with his own eyes would surely earn an entry in his journal. Just like the breathtaking sight of the woman in front of him.

--You need to change, or you will catch a cold.-- a soft voice caught his attention. He knew she was concerned. It was one of her traits- caring about everyone, even if it meant getting nothing in return.-- Get up, I will take you to bed.

Before he could refuse, a sharp tug on his arm pulled him upwards. A groan caught itself on his closed lips. The stairs, covered in a beige carpet, were his biggest enemy, as every sudden move he made, could cause the wound to start bleeding again. After making it to her bedroom, she sat the man down on her bed. His hands touched the soft sheets as her smell filled his nostrills. Missing her was something he wouldn't admit easily, but the time they spent together left a trace in his mind. He came back to their conversations often, always skipping the day in which he made a big mistake and shattered her heart like a bottle of cheap scotch.

After her fingers tucked the sheets around his big body she looked out of the window. It was going to be morning very soon. The woman sighed as she closed the curtains to give the man an opportunity to sleep longer. The silence, that was occasionally disrupted by a creek of the bedframe when Morgan moved, made them both feel uncomfortable. So many things were worth discussing. Bottled up feelings stored for years finally had the chance to be set free. But now wasn't the right time and the pair knew that. With a quick ''good night'', the woman left Arthur alone and closed the door.

The doctor invited the man to stay at her house for the time he needed to recover. Abashed, he accepted the proposal, but promised to leave as soon as he could. The morning turned into days and days turned into weeks. Short sentences and dry jokes filled the house as the elephant in the room grew bigger and bigger.

Arthur stayed at the guest's room, that was prepared for him. It was small and cozy, a nice change from the camp. It was also pretty quiet, which he enjoyed greatly. Not often did he get to sleep peacefully, as everyone in the camp had different sleeping schedules. He caught the woman once, as she sneaked around his door, just not to wake him up.

The sunset came quickly. The golden glow filled the whole western side of the house and the sky turned a light tangerine colour. Warmth spread across the living room as the doctor lit the fireplace. Morgan walked down the stairs and found two armchairs facing the fire, one occupied by the woman. Her left hand held a cristal clear glass filled with amber-coloured liquid. His legs led him to the chair. The man plopped down and earned a quick look from the woman sitting next to him. With a quick nod she allowed him to pour himself some whiskey from the carafe standing on the dark, small table. Seconds passed, only interrupted by quiet sips made by the pair.

--So...-- the doctor cleared her throat after she decided to break the tension forming between them.-- How is your wound?

--Err, it's much better. Gon' be fully healed soon.-- Arthur wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

The dialogue ended with a muffled ''mhm''. Morgan looked at the small picture standing above the fireplace. He hasn't noticed it before and it immediatelly caught his attention.

--Who is that?-- he asked and pointed a finger at the framed photo.

Between the engraved designs of the wooden frame, was a man. He was dressed in a fancy, black suit that fit his dark, slicked back hair. His clean-shaved face beamed with a smile. One of the man's hands rested in his pocket and the other one held his brown hat. The stranger looked friendly, almost too friendly.

--My husband.

Arthur turned his head and furrowed his brows. The doctor took a mouthful of whiskey and swallowed it whole. Her eyes didn't leave the flames dancing in front of her.

--Where is he, then?-- the outlaw's curiosity got the best of him. His tone lowered, as the question took a more intimate turn.

--Dead.

The stone-cold answer slightly baffled the man. So much happened when he wasn't there. A thought of his old lover finding comfort in someone else's arms ran through his mind, but he chose to ignore it, as best as he could.

--I'm sor-

--Don't be sorry. He wasn't a good man. Got what he deserved.-- the woman interrupted him with a shaky voice.

Morgan saw her grip tighten on the empty glass. The topic obviously made her uncomfortable. Her face lost the once peachy colour, and faded to a pale white. She took a deep breath and looked Arthur right in the eye.

-- He hit me y'know.

Suddenly, he understood. Her husband didn't die during a robbery or a shootout. He wasn't found drunk and beaten up in the back of a saloon. He died from the hands of his own wife. The wife he dared to lay a finger on.

Morgan didn't even feel remorse for the dead man. If he had the opportunity, he would've killed him himself. The woman didn't deserve the hell the culprit turned her life into. The outlaw felt, as if she told him about all the times she was hurt, just by looking into her eyes.

The worst thing about the whole situation he just found about was, that he probably could've stopped it from happening long before she even took the man for her husband.

Morgan's thoughts flew back to the day he saw her last. She asked him to stay. A quiet plead sounded off from between the sloppy kisses and stayed in his head for the next months. Arthur pulled back to look at her face hidden between the messy hair.

''I can't stay''

Was the short answer to something she wanted so bad. Their lips still found their way together after they briefly disconnected. Not knowing that it was the last time she would do it, the woman scraped her nails across Morgan's exsposed back. After a couple of seconds came another, needy whisper.

''Take me with you''

That's what he feared. Arthur thought about the possibility very often, almost every time he left the doctor's house. It hurt to leave her side, but it would hurt more to see her with a bullet going through her skull. The outlaw's life was a dangerous one, he promised himself not to ever share it with her. Even though his body stayed calm, on the inside, he was freaking out. So he didn't bother to answer.

That night he made love to her for the last time. To leave was the best option for him in that moment. He watched her fall asleep right next to him. Her soft hair framed her face, as the blush slowly faded from her cheeks. Arthur hesitated to leave the bed, but before the dawn broke in from behind the closed curtains, he was already spurring his horse into gallop.

The woman woke up to the cold surrounding her. Thoughts raced through her still drowsy head. Her bare feet quickly brought her down the stairs, to check for any signs of the man. Tears streamed down her face, after checking the now silent house and shed.

No goodbyes were made that morning. The outlaw took her heart with him, leaving the woman as empty as never before.

The day she saw him last, was the day that initiated a new chapter in her life. A change for the worse. Something he tried to save her from by leaving, but never succeded.

[julesthequirky]

Owned By Sin

Summary: You’re surrounded by Lucifer’s demons unable to get away. You’re captured and brought before the one person you don't want to see. But he’s in your angels vessel and he’s tempting, too tempting to say no to...

Square Filled: Lucifer!Cas written for @spnkinkbingo

WC: 3657

Warning: Casifer (I mean we all know he’s Daddy) dub con, smut, BDSM, flogging, fucktoy, blowjob (these may run into my bingo card, but the squares aren't filled). 

A/N: This is just part one of a two part series.

OVER 18′s ONLY!

There were too many of them and you now regretted not wanting backup in the form of Sam and Dean. You had been persistent and eventually, reluctantly they had relented. Dean wanted you to check in each day. And Sam, had just been glad you hadn’t been in the Bunker when he had told dean Cas wasn’t Cas. Castiel was Lucifer.

Sam and dean had enough on their plate. They had God and Amara to deal with.

Sam had thought it was odd when ‘Castiel’ had asked twenty questions about you, but hadn’t been suspicious until Casifer had revealed his true intentions.

You were neck deep in ganking demons, fighting hard, but they had you beaten. Twisting your body, your turned and stabbed a demon. Hands pushed you hard and you fell landing on your hands and knees. Your demon dagger slipped from your grasp and it was kicked away before you could grab it.

Fingers fisted in your hair, making you yelp as pricks of pain lit along your scalp, yanking your head up to look at them.

“You’re lucky he doesn’t want you harmed. Very lucky.” The demon holding you snarled.

You went to speak but the surroundings changed and you were on the ground, on concrete. You knew exactly where you were. You didn’t need to look. Hands lifted you by your underarms, forcing you to stand. They pulled your head, forcing you to look upon the being on the throne.

He was smirking, hand resting on his cheek, a finger tapping his, no Castiels’ bottom lip. It was odd to see Castiel’s vessel behave like this. He was normally so rigid but here he was relaxed. He pushed himself off the throne and stood with an air of arrogance and pride, putting his hands in the trench coat pockets.

“You did good.”

The demons either side of you nodded.

“You can let her go and you can leave.”

“But-”

“Leave.” He shooed them out with a wave of his hand and you were aware of how alone you were with him.

“I hope they didn’t hurt you too badly.”

You didn’t speak, didn’t want to. He didn’t even sound like Cas. You didn’t know whether that was a good or a bad thing.

“Are you pining for your blue eyed angel?”

You didn’t know what to say and you stood a little taller, a defensive look on your face. You were ready to fight.

“Oh, Cassie, you picked a pretty one.”

It was more of a quiet statement to himself.

“I know all about your little thing for him.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You feigned innocence.

“Oh, really?” He walked over to you with a smug grin on his face. “Don’t you remember when Sam and Dean had left the bunker, leaving you all alone, back when you thought I was Castiel, at least you thought you were alone. Your thoughts were so loud, Y/N, so wanton and I couldn’t help myself. They were so deliciously dirty for the blue eyed angel.”

You didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to say.

“I was there, Y/N, when you touched yourself. I was there when you fucked yourself hard with that vibrator. I was there when you screamed out Castiel’s name.”

Your cheeks blazoned with heat. You had been alone. You were sure of it. You weren’t even sure what had set you off.

“I saw all your thoughts, all your dirty little fantasies. Everything Y/N.”

You took a step back as he stepped closer to you.

“Stay away from me.” You warned.

“Don’t you wanna hear about dear old, Cas? His thoughts about you are strong and loud. It would do more harm to me to stay away. You’re intriguing. He thinks about you all the time. What do you say, Y/N, your favourite little angel. Does it surprise you that he wants you? In all ways.”

You couldn’t talk. Castiel wanted you. It had to be too good to be true.

“I had to restrain him from taking over and making us known when you were having your little private time.”

“You’re lying.”

This was the devil you were talking to. The ultimate tempter, the ultimate deceiver.

His brow raised and he took his hands out from his pockets, folding them across his chest.

“I’m lying, am I?”

You nodded.

He was in front of you, hands around your arms, and you were unable to breathe. Shock radiated through you as you looked up into those blue eyes which didn’t belong to him.

You couldn’t let yourself slip, like you had dozens of times before. This was not Castiel.

His fingers tucked bangs of hair behind your ears in a tender fashion.

“I say one thing that no one agrees with and I’m the one branded a liar,” He sighed and tutted. “You humans lie all the time. Especially to get what you want. You’re no exception.”

He cradled your head in a large hand, the thumb on his other hand began to trace over your lower lip.

“You, little one, have such tempting delicious thoughts. Did you know angels can tell when humans lie?” He asked casually.

You couldn’t answer him. You sucked in a ragged breath

“No? You didn’t. Cassie here can recall every lie you’ve told him. Some of them are quite shocking.”

You tried to remember the lies you told. Most of them were harmless little white lies. Castiel’s face peered closer, his nose almost touching yours.

“There’s one in there, a lie you’ve been telling yourself. Oh, it’s big, there’s no point in trying to deny it, not to me and not to Cassie.”

His hand trailed down your neck, his thumb running sensually up and down your throat. He bit his lip, looking innocent, making you slip, a tiny whine escaping from you.

“Attagirl.” He growled, smirking.

He snapped his fingers and you were no longer in the throne room, you were in some kind of play room, head to toe in black. Chains hung from the ceiling, black furniture placed strategically in the room. The blood drained from you as you recognised more than a few of the equipment in the room. You turned to Lucifer, who was grinning from ear to ear.

“Don’t you recognise any of this?”

You shook your head, refraining from looking at him or anything in the room, keeping your eyes to the ground. He tipped your chin with a flick of his wrist, the pad of his thumb resting on your bottom lip.

“I think you and I both know that’s a lie.” he spoke quietly.

He spun you around and stretched out his hand, finger pointing.

“You can't be telling me you don’t recognise the whipping bench? The bondage stool?” You shook your head. “What about the lattice swing? The stocks?”

Again you shook your head. Casifer turned you to him.

“Oh, honey, you can't lie to me. I know this is all you fantasize about. And so does Castiel. Castiel might not have read your mind, but I didn’t extend that courtesy, and I may have passed those thoughts on to Cassie. He’s… shall we say, intrigued.”

That had to be a lie. You had had just about enough of Lucifer’s guile and pulled yourself free.

“Enough! I don’t know what you were thinking bringing me here and showing me these dirty, perverse and shameful-”

“They needn’t be shameful, I could, oh, I don’t know, show you exactly what you’ve been missing.” he shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You looked at him. He couldn’t seriously be suggesting?

“You’re out of your mind.”

“Oh, come on. Think about it. I’m offering you the chance of a lifetime. You get to try out something you’ve always wanted and you have a willing partner, I might add. Plus, Cassie here is itching to get his hands on your bare skin and he will, providing you play ball. So, what do ya say?”

Yes, what were you going to say? The thought of Castiel’s hands on your body, had surpassed to your fantasies, which continued to torture you on days and nights Castiel was absent.

You looked up. Lucifer was leaning against a padded black massage table screwed to the floor, metal restraints hanging from the corners. He wasn’t Castiel, no matter how well he wore Cas, Lucifer wasn’t your angel.

“Two for one, babygirl.”

That wasn’t helping.

He shifted, took your arm, pulled you to him, impatient, and felt a hand in the centre of your chest.

“Let me put it this way, do it, or I’ll take that pretty little soul of yours away.”

You couldn’t breathe. The tips of his fingers rested against your beating heart.

“M-my soul.”

He nodded. Nothing was worth losing your soul over. But that would mean submitting to Lucifer and his demands.

 He plunged his hand into you. You had never experienced pain like this before. It was excruciating and you felt like being torn from the inside out. It was all you felt, residing in every fibre of your being, as he carved into you. His hand tightened, fist curling inside you.

It felt like it lasted forever and when he retracted his hand, you gasped for air, like it was the first time you breathed. Your chest heaved and sobs left your mouth, tears stinging and you tried to blink away the resonating pain. He had a bright white light clutching in his hand.

He cupped your cheek.

“Sorry, honey, but you want me to be happy, don’t you dollface?”

You looked into his innocent blue eyes.

“Of course, just, that’s mine.” You pointed at the star.

He smiled. “I’m looking after it for you, keeping it safe. It seems to stop you from having fun.” he said and pocketed your soul.

“That’s not true.”

“Shh,” He put a finger to your lips. “The devils in the details. Let’s just say it prohibited you. Oooh, Cassie is mad at me for having to audacity to steal your soul. I mean, I’ll give it back. He just has to behave. And if he doesn’t I may have to force him to stay in line, and we wouldn’t want that, would we sweetpea?”

You shook your head automatically. Did it matter if he got hurt?

Casifer put a hand on your shoulder and you didn’t see his hand come out of his pocket, but you felt it when it shot back into your chest.

“Y/N, listen to me, its Castiel. Don’t let him do this. Run. Run away.”

His hand exited from your chest and you gasped for breath.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“Cas?” you sobbed.

“Go,” he pushed you away. “I’ll come for you later.”

You stepped back looking at him. He struggled to hold Lucifer off. You turned your back on him and ran for the door. Unfortunately, Castiel couldn’t hold him off for long and his vessel appeared in front of you, barring the way, wearing a sinister smile. He grabbed your throat, pulled you close, pressing his face to yours.

“I’ll kill him for that little stunt and maybe I’ll parade around in his meat suit just to torture you with.” He snarled.

His hand tightened around your neck and you grabbed at his arm, desperate for him to free you, desperate for breath.

“Trust me, I’ll make it hurt to. I can inflict you both with such delicious pain. I’ll make it last and by the end you’ll both be begging me to end your miserable little lives. That’s a promise.”

He let go and you dropped to the floor, clutching your throat, gasping in breaths. You looked at him, standing tall over you, leering at you. Castiel wouldn’t pay. Castiel wouldn’t be at the mercy of Lucifer, not if you could stop it.

“I- I’ll do it.”

“Good girl.”

You regained your breath. He tilted his head and smirked.

“My hand print looks good around your neck. Really cements the dom/sub relationship don’t you think?” He winked. “Wear it as a collar.”

You went to stand but he stopped you.

“Your place is on your knees, just as you are.”

It shouldn’t have turned you on, but it did. The first white hot shot of electricity bolted from the centre of your chest straight down to your core. A finger tipped your chin up, forcing you to look at hum,

“Do I detect arousal?”

You shook your head. He needn’t know.

“Mmm, you’ve got that delectable whiff of defiance. You know what the subs who defy their dom’s are called?”

You shook your head.

“I know you know. Brat.”

You pulled a face. Damn him. Damn him for knowing.

“I love how your defiance and arousal mix together. It’s getting me high. I could bury my nose in it all night long.”

He dropped to his knees and cupped he back of your head.

“Cassie wants me to do it properly.” his voice slipped to a quiet tone and his his hand on your head started to stroke your hair.

“A kiss. Cas is begging for a kiss,” His lips brushed against your skin, grazed over your lips and came to a stop at your ear. “One kiss.”

You had imagined what it would be like kissing Castiel, always wondered what the feel of his lips on yours would be like and if the taste of him would intoxicate you.

“Just one kiss…”

“Yes.” He sighed. His lips claimed yours and your heart skipped a beat. His lips moved over yours with finesse and ease, his tongue occasionally swiping over your lower lip, then finally your tongue as he led the chase.

Below you feel the growing moisture in your panties. Your hands gripped his trench coat as he continued to kiss you.

A hand slipped between your legs and you gasped in a breath. The heat of his hand seeped into your wet sex as he palmed you and you allowed him more access.

His lips pulled away from yours, licking, nibbling marking their way down to your neck. He kissed, then sucked. You weakened and moaned.

Your ass tingled. Your sex throbbed. And your nipples pebbled. His hand slipped into your leggings and you whined. It was close but it wasn’t close enough.

“Patience.”

Patience wasn’t one of your strongest virtues.

“Want me to to feel that bare skin of yours, feel you grind against the heel of my hand, baby?”

Fuck yes. God yes. You wanted it.

“Please.”

You were desperate. Needed his hand to feel the growing heat between your legs.

He grabbed the waist band of your leggings and pulled down. Cold air hit your flesh and it excited you. He palmed your ass then slapped the round globes. Two fingers trailed along your wet slit. You groaned. They were a salve to the rising tension.

Your knees began to hurt on the cold hard concrete, but you didn’t care, because his fingers slipped inside you, making you moan.

“I want that tight pussy around my cock.”

It wasn’t Cas, but you didn’t care. He was wearing Castiel and that was good enough. He buried his fingers knuckle deep inside you and you held on, feeling your thighs quiver. Lucifer worked you until you felt your heartbeat meld with the throb below as the ecstasy rose, until you felt your walls flutter around his fingers.

“Not yet. Hold it.”

You couldn’t.

The ecstasy heightened and your walls convulsed, hard, once, twice and you erupted, crying out for Cas, your body jerking as you came down.

Two fingers slipped put of you as you shuddered in the aftermath. A hand grasped your chin, jerking your face up.

“When I tell you to hold it, you hold it.”

“I couldn’t-” you panted.

“Well I sincerely hope you are prepared for the consequences, little girl.” he growled, sounding like Cas.

In your fantasies, Castiel talked to you like you were nothing. He took control and dominated you, just like Lucifer was doing.

Casifer stood up and you knew better than to do the same. He was aroused. You couldn’t help but look. It strained against his suit trousers, impressive in size. He opened his mouth, sucked your juices from his fingers and groaned. The sight was purely erotic.

“Fuck.”

From where you were, you saw his cock twitch.

He looked down at you, smiling a little. His hands went to his fly. He unbuttoned and pulled his trousers down, pulling his boxers along with it.

You averted your eyes. But couldn’t get the quick glimpse of his hard and straining cock out of your mind.

“I think I just thought of the perfect punishment for you.”

“I can't do that.”

His hand on your hair, tugged you to look up, pulling you closer to the bobbing member.

“You’ll do as I say. I am the one in charge here. Not you.”

Your eyes flicked to his cock, then up to meet him.

“Cas-”

“Is not in control. I am. Besides I’d bet he’d love to have your mouth all over his cock.”

You looked at it. Still fighting your decision.

“Oh, princess. Either start sucking it, like the slut you are or I’ll start fucking that pretty little face like the fucktoy you are.”

He wasn’t giving you a choice.

You leaned closer and took his red tip into your mouth, letting your tongue easily slip over the smooth head and seam that leaked pre-cum.

You were going to show Cas he could be given pleasure.

“I know you can take all of it… I want to hear you gag on it.”

Did Castiel want that?

You slowly took him in your mouth, feeling the tip near your throat. You had a little way to go when he hit the back of your throat.

His hands tangled in your hair, your eyes flicked up for just a second. He was watching you intently.

“Open that throat, babygirl.” He rasped.

You pushed and his tip pushed into your throat, cutting off air. You took him all then pulled back and breathed.

You did it again, testing the waters. You were do it slowly, but it seemed he had other plans. He bent his knees, planting his feet, angled your head and drove your mouth up his shaft, opening your throat up much faster than you did.

“If you wanna be the fucktoy that you are, fine by me.”

He fucked your mouth, brutally. Tears streamed from your eyes as you struggled to breathe. He moved at a punishing rate and you had to hold on to keep from falling.

He twitched in your mouth and he groaned out. Warm spurts of cum entered your mouth and throat, filling you up.

“Don’t forget to swallow now.”

You swallowed the salty liquid and he pulled himself free. You gasped for air. He smirked.

“You better lick the overflow baby .”

He winked, finger touching the flesh under his lips. Your tongue darted out catching the bead of cum that had leaked out.

“Good girl.” He purred.

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Happier Part 3 (Shalasaka) - Chackee

A/N: I just realized how short part two was, sorry about that I wrote it on my phone and thought it was long enough. I tried to make it up by making this one a little lengthier. Also, thank you to the people who liked this story and said kind words. As a just-starting-out writer, your feedback has been so appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read this little fantasy I dreamed up :) So this is the last part, this is where Sharon and Alaska are finally going to talk about their feelings, yay!

Walking down 29th and park I saw you in another’s arms Only a month we’ve been apart You look happier Saw you walk inside a bar He said something to make you laugh I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours Yeah you look happier, you do

Alaska didn’t know what the song was called, so when she looked it up on the internet, she just typed in the words from Sharon’s instagram post. Happier by Ed Sheeran, her phone screen displayed. Ed Sheeran? That was strange, thought Alaska. She didn’t think Sharon was the type to listen to mainstream love songs. She wondered what could have prompted her to use it on her photo. Connecting to the bluetooth speaker placed near the television of her living room, Alaska curled up on her sofa and played the song. Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain’t nobody love you like I do Promise that I will not take it personal baby If you’re moving on with someone new

Cause baby you look happier, you do My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too And until then I’ll smile to hide the truth But I know I was happier with you The first time Alaska listened to the song, she felt her heart constrict. The lyrics reminded her too much of her relationship with Sharon. She took the couch pillow closest to her and hugged it to her chest. As she closed her eyes, the hurt she felt when she found out Sharon was seeing someone else came flooding back. She remembered how devastated she was. They were barely broken up when Sharon started dating Carl, she remembered how angry and betrayed she felt. She clutched her pillow tighter. Alaska and Sharon were together for years, and for Sharon to replace her with someone else so quick after the split broke her already shattered heart even more. Sure their relationship wasn’t as great as it used to be but it didn’t lessen how much she cared about her Sharon. She knew they had to be separated from each other in order rebuild themselves as people, but Alaska was hoping that when they did, Sharon would still be there, ready to try again. God was she wrong. So Alaska tried to move on. She ignored her feelings and told herself that Sharon was happy with her new man, so she should be happy for her too. She focused on herself and her career. Eventually she started dating again, she’d been with a few boyfriends but it always ended the same. Sharon was still on her mind, Sharon was still in her heart. So instead of breaking other people’s hearts, she decided to remain single until every trace of Sharon would leave her. Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain’t nobody need you like I do I know that there’s others that deserve you But my darling I am still in love with you

But I guess you look happier, you do My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too I could try to smile to hide the truth But I know I was happier with you The second time Alaska listened to the song, she thought of when she and Sharon finally mended their relationship. It was painfully awkward at first, especially with Carl around. Over time, the two finally got back the friendship that they’ve lost. Alaska was happy to have Sharon back, to be able to joke around and talk about the things they loved- even if it meant having to hide her feelings. However, seeing Sharon looking so happy with Carl made it extremely hard for Alaska to pretend to be okay. During these moments, Alaska had to hide herself away from the couple. When they did gigs together, Alaska would put on a facade of happiness for the two, since Sharon usually brought Carl along with her. The moment she’d get away from them, she’d let her guard down and let herself feel all the sadness that threatened to consume her. A few times she’d been caught by her best friends Detox and Roxxxy. They knew her too well for her to lie about what she was feeling, they’d been there to comfort her and helped her get herself together. They told her she’d be okay, that she’d move on and find someone that would make her happy too. Until then they’d be there for her. Baby you look happier, you do I knew one day you’d fall for someone new But if he breaks your heart like lovers do Just know that I’ll be waiting here for you By now Alaska had listened to the song at least eight times. All the while she thought of everything that had to happen in the last couple of years for her and Sharon to end up in their current situation. It took a while for Alaska to accept the platonic relationship she had. Well, platonic for her. Sharon on the other hand got bolder and bolder with her “getting back together” jokes. Alaska was sure she’d never get her second chance with Sharon but yet again she was proven wrong. Alaska let herself breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, she thought. Finally. ______________________________________________________________________________ Sharon was a human ball of nervousness throughout the entire car ride to Alaska’s apartment. She didn’t know for sure if Alaska wanted to get back together, she didn’t know how she would react and that made her really anxious. She knew it they had a lot of things to consider before they could jump back in to being a couple but Sharon knew that she’d regret it forever if she let another chance slip away. More than anything though, Sharon was excited to get this opportunity to reunite with Alaska. Hope blossomed inside her chest, Sharon closed her eyes and let out a breath. The car stopped. Sharon got out and the driver helped her with her bags. Sharon took deep breaths as she walked towards Alaska’s doorstep. When she reached it, she rang the doorbell. Here goes everything, she thought. ______________________________________________________________________________ Alaska opened the door and found Sharon standing outside, hair a disheveled mess of blonde on top of her head. She had on dark wash denim jeans and a black shirt was under a white pleather jacket. Sharon just stood there not knowing what to do with herself so Alaska took the two duffel bags she was carrying and set it on the floor by her coat hanger. “C’mere you fucking idiot,” Alaska said opening her arms wide. Sharon stepped into the hug and buried her face in Alaska’s shoulder. She hugged Alaska tighter and breathed in her scent. God, she missed this. Alaska rubbed Sharon’s back before she pulled back and went over to close the door. “Gimme your jacket,” Sharon took of her jacket and handed it to Alaska who hung it on the coat hanger. “So, you’re actually here,” she said turning back to Sharon. “In the flesh. I’m kind of rotted though I hope you don’t mind.” Alaska chuckled to herself. “Let’s talk in here,” she said leading Sharon to the kitchen where she propped herself up on the counter. “Yeah okay so…” Sharon began, leaning on the table in front of Alaska. “I don’t really know how to start this so I’m just gonna go straight to the point. I’ve been thinking a lot about you and about us, not just recently, for a while now actually. I know it’s probably unfair and selfish of me to say this because I’m the one who jumped into a relationship after we broke up but Alaska I really believe that you are my soulmate and I am willing to try anything and do anything to make us work. I can only apologize for the shit I’ve done in the past and for the things I’ve done that hurt you.” Sharon held on to the table to keep her voice from trembling. “I’m sorry it took me so long to come back to you, I console myself by saying that being apart made you a stronger and better person. I’m sorry it took me years of being unhappy with someone else to see that it has always been you. I love you Lasky, I always have, I don’t think I ever stopped. And I can understand if you don’t want this, if you don’t want to try again. But I just want to tell you how I feel because I might go insane if I keep this to myself any longer. I love you, you’re my miracle, you always have been and I’ll be damned if I let you go without a fight again.” Sharon was so relieved to finally say the words she’d been bottling up inside of her for so long. Alaska hopped off from where she was sitting and stood face to face with Sharon. She put both her hands on Sharon’s cheeks and rested her forehead against the other’s. “Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming for this moment?” Alaska breathed. Sharon wrapped her arms around Alaska and brought their lips together. She kissed her hard, wanting Alaska to feel how deeply Sharon cared about her. She ran her hands through Alaska’s hair, feeling lightheaded and not really believing that this was happening. Alaska pulled away from the kiss and looked at Sharon intently. “This isn’t going to be easy Noodles. People are going to be sticking their noses into our lives constantly, especially with you posting that photo of us- very subtle by the way. Things are going to be said about us and our schedules won’t always line-up but if you’re willing to try then so am I.” Alaska took Sharon’s hands in hers and rubbed her thumbs against her knuckles, a gesture she always did when they were still together. Sharon smiled at their entwined hands. “Sharon?” “Yes sweetpea?” “Were you happy with him?” Sharon took a second to think before replying. “I thought I was, at first. Being with him was easy, there was no pressure. But things happened and I realized I’d rather face whatever it is I have to face with you than stay with him and feel…empty.” Alaska pulled her into a hug. Sharon let Alaska’s familiar warmth envelope her. “I really meant what I said, you know. I am happier with you.” ____________________________________________________________________________ Sharon fell asleep in Alaska’s arms that night, cuddled together on Alaska’s bed. She was tired from her trip and the past couple of nights without any sleep. Alaska however was wide awake, brimming with excitement at the new development in her and Sharon’s lives. Careful not to wake Sharon up, she took her phone from her bedside table and scrolled through her photos. She stumbled across an old one, taken just after Sharon got back from being on drag race. Sharon and Alaska were cuddling on a corner booth, Alaska’s lips on Sharon’s chin. A “Welcome Home Sharon” sign was written on a chalkboard around the far left of the photo. Alaska decided to get back at Sharon by posting the photo on instagram. Without thinking twice she took a line from the same song Sharon used and wrote “Just know that I’ll be waiting here for you.“

A/N2: I realized that this story would’ve flowed better if i just used their boy names, I’m sorry I really didn’t plan this out too well, it was a spur of the moment kind of thing, but thanks for reading it anyway. I appreciate the lovely messages about it so much :)