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icansoiwill · 2 years ago

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Heart of Stone Chapter Four: Where one ends, Another Begins

~Summary: Joel's temperament will probably be the death of him. Even with his walls up so high, you still are tender with him. He fights with himself even more because of this, still wondering why he is so drawn to you.

~Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

~Words: 3k

~Warnings: some slight similarities to the show that I thought would fit (I do not own the copyright), cursing (if that bothers you), mention of death, mention of cheating, (there are others I'm sure, but I can't think of them of course)

~A/N: So since it took me so long to do the other chapter, I thought I'd post this early. I also feel a lot better to write too. Also, this is a long one. I don't know how I was able to write this much, usually, I don't lol. I have some ideas for other fics as well. So I'll be posting those next too.

Previous Chapters: ~Chapter Three

The city was a lot rougher than Joel remembered from the last run over a year ago. A lot more buildings had fallen, more overgrowth of the various plants, and fewer clickers than he remembered. The lack of clickers and runners put him on edge.

“You doing okay back here?” You had asked him, slightly removing him from his thoughts.

“Yeah” He grunts in response avoiding eye contact.

“Okay, just checking.” You say with a brush of annoyance.

He knew that he wasn’t making a good impression on you. Not like it was a priority though. Honestly, he probably would have rather you stayed back at the QZ. You being here meant that there was another person to have to worry about. He didn’t want that. Ellie was so all over the place for him that she alone created enough concern for safety on this trip.

And, you still had his jacket, from the night it rained, tied around your waist now. Which annoyed him only slightly. He didn’t want the jacket back by no means. You looked too good in it when you put it on last night. Joel even found it adorable when you tried brushing out the wrinkles that had been there forever. But, he felt that he shouldn’t have given it to you. It made it hard for him to concentrate on the surroundings in front of him. However, out of not wasting time, he gave you his. But damn, when you put it on… There was something about it. It was just a jacket. But you, in his clothes? He wanted more of it.

Joel realized his mind was wandering more than he wanted it to after that little interaction you gave him. Come on Joel, focus. He adjusted his shoulders and his hand placement on the gun. Walking along the downtown Boston streets, he looked to the left and to the right. Scanning the surroundings. When he looked in front of him he saw the connection you were making with Ellie. He hoped for your sake that, you weren’t getting too attached. Nevertheless, when Ellie found that joke book you two couldn’t stop giggling. Joel wouldn’t dare tell a soul, but he liked the sound of your laugh. It lingered in his mind, bouncing around in there like it was a boomerang, echoing in his ears.

Joel still couldn’t understand how you had such a hold on him. He felt disgusted with himself for thinking this way about you with Tess still being an obligation to him. One thing Joel vowed to himself was that he would never cheat. Joel did like Tess, and liked what she could give him. But it didn’t feel like it was enough anymore. Joel began to realize that his feelings for Tess weren’t strong enough anymore. He knew that before he could even think about getting to know you more, he’d need to break it off with Tess. He felt drawn to you, since the day he went to meet Tess after her shift and Joel did want anything to get in the way of getting to know you.

Joel looked to the front of the line that had formed between the four of you. Tess is taking point. She looked back at Joel with a blank expression. He knew she was still frustrated with him after what happened at the museum. Ellie got scratched. He felt that he had the right to question whether or not he was putting himself in danger by taking her. Just because some kid says something, doesn’t mean it’s true. But Tess got annoyed, saying “Can’t you just take the win?” He wanted more than anything to take what good he could, but something seemed off.

Joel only realized that Tess had fallen back and you had taken point after Tess tried talking to him.

“Hey, did you hear me?” Tess questioned.

“Huh? Oh, no.” Joel replied

“I asked if everything was okay with you.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m good.”

“You just seem… distracted? Maybe? I don’t know. You just haven’t acted like this before.”

“I’m good Tess, really.” Joel tried convincing her.

“Tell me. What’s really going on? Does this have to do with her? Do you like her or something?” Tess questioned flatly, “If you do, just tell me. It’s not like we were exclusive.”

“Let’s talk later. Now really isn’t the time for something like this.” Joel sighed. He’s not trying to prolong the inevitable. He’s not the type to string someone along. He just needs to be able to keep everyone safe and having conversations like these wasn’t going to help anyone keep a clear mind. Tess sighs and walks back up to the front to take point.

By now, Joel knows they are close to the capitol building. As he scans the area again he sees plenty of Firefly symbols around. There are barricades up and barbed wire wrapped around planks to create small forts. They come up to the end of a street as they take a left.

There it is the Capitol Building.

Joel catches up to Tess and he takes point. He leads them halfway up the street where they stop behind a yellow Volkswagen Beetle. Joel watches for a second. It’s quiet. Too Quiet.

“Where are they?” Tess whispered Joel.

“I don’t know. Stay here.” He replied

Joel felt all three sets of eyes on him as he moved towards one of the big transport trucks. He made his way slowly and once he got there, open the passenger door in a swift motion, immediately pointing the gun into the cabin. Joel knew something must've gone awry. He saw blood spatter all over the seats and windshield. He turned around. Making his way to the other side of the truck.

“Stay there” he mouthed to them.

A foul stench met his nose as he moved to the driver's side of the vehicle. Joel brought his guard up even more once he saw the body lying halfway under the truck. Sprawled out with a used fire extinguisher over their flattened head. Joel grimaced at the sight. He was never going to get used to it. But he pushed on, making his way to the back of the truck where the latched doors were. He didn’t hear the noises of a clicker or a person, but that also could mean nothing. Joel slowly unlatched the door and swung it open.

Nothing.

“Joel?” You called for him.

“Everything’s fine,” Joel replied.

“What the fuck is going on?” Tess asked

“I don’t know,” Joel told her.

“They went inside” Ellie states from behind him.

Joel looks to where Ellie is and sees the trail of blood. Joel or you don’t have time to react before Tess is grabbing Ellie by the wrist forcefully. Pulling her into the building.

“Tess!” Joel calls out

“Come on!” Tess yells back.

Joel and you run after her. Tess has already opened the doors to the building before Joel or you even have time to make it up the stairs. You both walk in and see the wreckage. Bodies lying everywhere. Boxes and cargo rummaged through.

“This had to be FEDRA,” you tell Joel. Joel nods in agreement.

“What the fuck? Something has to be here. Something, come ON!” Tess yells as she is rummaging through everything.

“Give it up Tess, we're done,” Joel tells her.

“Ellie, where did Marlene say she was taking you?” Tess asks, totally ignoring Joel.

“Uhh, I don’t know somewhere out west,” Ellie replies.

“Then one of them has got to have something right?” Tess begins patting down the cold bodies.

“Tess, there isn’t anything you can do,” You tell her, “You did everything you could.”

“Joel, Are you going to help?” Tess asks ignoring you now as well.

“No! I’m not going to help because there isn’t anything more for us to do. It’s over” Joel explains.

“It can’t be over,” Tess says getting up to face him.

“We have to go home,” Joel tells her.

“That’s not my fucking home!” Tess yells, “I’m staying here. You know our luck had to run out sooner or later.” She says more calmly now.

“Shit,” you say.

“Fuck” Ellie says, “she’s infected.”

Joel turns to Ellie in disbelief. Why would she say something like that? Tess is too careful to get infected. But there’s silence from Tess. Joel turns back to look at Tess. Tears are welling up in her eyes. He looks down at her hand to see it shaking uncontrollably.

Oh, fuck. Ellies right.

“Let me see,” Joel asks. Tess doesn’t move. “Let me see!” He yells now.

Tess grips her fingers around the right side of the collar of her shirt and jacket, pulling it to expose the scratch she has. Joel can’t believe his eyes. It’s already dark red.

How did he miss this? How did she keep it from him? Did this happen back at the museum?

“Oops, right,” Tess says taking a step toward Joel. Joel makes eye contact with her now. Tess tries to walk up to him but out of fear, Joel takes a step back from her. There’s no fucking way this could happen.

“Take your bandage off Ellie,” Tess says. She walks over to her and pushed up the sleeve of the jacket.

“Look, Joel, you see this. This is proof. She’s immune. I got this 2 hours ago and it’s already worse.” Tess tells him, “Take her to Bill. He’ll know what to do.”

“No, there’s no way I can do that. They won’t do it. You know Bill” Joel tells her

“Yes you can and they will.�� Tess reassures.

“No, I can-“ Joel gets cut off by Tess.

“Just do it, Joel! I have never asked you of anything, much less feel the same way about me. You need to do this for me. Please it’s the last thing I’ll ever ask of you Joel” Tess pleads. Joel feels a jab in his heart when Tess tells him this. He feels more guilt than ever now.

Suddenly a truck pulls up. Joel sees you run to the window to take a peak.

“It’s FEDRA” You them.

“I’ll hold them off. Just go!” Tess tells Joel and the other two.

Tess begins spilling gasoline all over the floor. Joel can hear the crash of the bins and the smell filled his nose. He swiftly grabs Ellie by the forearm and pushes the small of your back to indicate that you guys need to run. You turn to the doors that were behind you. Opening them to let Joel and Ellie through. You run ahead of them looking for the exit as Joel tries to pick up the pace with Ellie fighting against him.

“No, Joel! Don’t leave her!” Ellie yells.

Ellie fighting his grip only makes him hang on tighter. He makes sure to catch up to you, following you through the back doors of the capitol building. You push them shut to slow FEDRA down. But, Joel knows that it won’t matter. He knows what Tess is about to do. Ellie isn’t fighting him anymore, but running ahead in between the short distance of you and him. You, Ellie, and Him make it far enough out to be considered safe-ish. Then…

BOOM!

Joel grabs both you and Ellie to crouch down. In the same instance, Joel turns to look behind him. Flames billow out from the building at all sides, anywhere the fire can reach oxygen. Painful cries from within the building are heard. Joel doesn’t know what prompts him but he turns to look at you. Tears are building up in your eyes. Another jab at his heart surfaces. He knew he would never want to see you like this again. However, he turns around and walks on. Leaving you and Ellie to stand there in the horror of the events that just happened.

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A day had passed and we are barely out of Boston, just now getting into the suburbs. Joel is acting completely numbed and shut down after what happened with Tess at the capitol building. He’s talking less, not like he did much before, and he is much more cautious. Now more focused on getting Ellie out of his life. I had tried talking to him yesterday, maybe taking his mind off things.

“Hey, I just want-“ I began to tell him.

“You need to take point” Joel harshly interrupts making no eye contact with you.

He hasn’t spoken a word since then, only communicating in hand signals if he hears something or when he asks for the map. I’ve made sure to keep point, definitely avoiding going and talking to him again. I wanted to be there for him. I already miss Tess too. She was as close of a friend as I had gotten in the last year. It hurt me to avoid him like this. But, from what little I knew about Joel, I got the understanding that it was probably good for him that it be this way for now.

Walking our way through the suburbs of Boston, we made stops at a few houses to get some supplies, definitely some food. We were running out already because neither Joel nor I brought enough food for any trip longer than a day. I was starving. I was trying not to think about it because the more I focused on it the hungrier I felt.

While being at the front I made sure to keep my head up looking around. Checking my surroundings. Occasionally catching a glimpse of Joel because I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to make sure he was okay. I felt the need to look out for him since he was looking out for us. I go to take a peek at Joel out of the corner of my eye. This time when I go to look over at Joel, he is stopped. He turns to look at me.

“Let’s look through this one.” Joel gestures to the house he’s in front of.

With most of the other houses looking like they had been bombed, I’m Joel wanted to check if there was anything good. We make our way into the house. Going through the front door there was an opening to the living room to the right and stairs to the left. A somewhat long hallway connected to the kitchen. Joel goes to move down the hallway.

“Check the upstairs.” Joel directed.

I pull out my gun and make my way up slowly. At the top of the stairs is a hallway with rooms. The first door is closed, so I brace myself to the right of the door, taking the handle slowly and turning it. When I open it, I point my gun in.

Nothing.

It was just the bathroom. I check the rest of the rooms. Going through all of them, looking for anything useful. More weapons, bullets, maybe some medicine. I found myself in the master bedroom looking through the drawers. I could hear light footsteps making their way closer to me. I look up to find Ellie going into the kid's bedroom. I keep searching around when I hear Ellie getting excited.

“No way! I found another one!” Ellie said enthusiastically. I’m guessing it had to be one of those comic books. I kept looking for something, anything. With no luck, I go to walk out of the room. I run into a familiar chest. Again.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this” I joke sarcastically with Joel. Maybe trying to chip at his

There is no space between us when I look up to make eye contact with him. He’s looking down at me. I can see his brown irises clearly.

“Did you find anything?” Joel asks me, not breaking eye contact. I can see him searching my eyes.

“No,” I tell him almost meekly, “But I think Ellie did,” I say gesturing to the room behind him.

Joel turns to go to the kid's room. It’s decorated with dirty trophies and faded ribbons from various sports. Basketball, softball, soccer.

Man, this kid was active.

Pictures of teams were plastered all over bulletin boards. I turn to look at Joel. I watched him as he looks around the room for a second. I see a twinge of pain come across his face.

Out of all the places, why did this affect him?

I could tell Joel wanted to get out of there. He moves past me with determination to leave.

“Come on, Ellie. We got to go.” Joel tells her as he bushes by swiftly.

Ellie goes first to leave the room. I go after her. When we make it down the stairs and Joel, with his back to us, is waiting on the front porch. His silhouette looks intimidating and inviting all at the same time. If Ellie wasn’t here you might’ve made a move. But now isn’t the time for that kind of thing. Ellie makes her way around him and goes down the stairs of the porch. Before he takes his first step, I come up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. He almost flinches at the touch. His head turned in my direction.

“Look, I know you don’t want to talk to me. But, I’m here.” I tell him looking directly into his eyes.

He gently nods his head, keeping eye contact. After that, I move to catch up to Ellie at the end of the sidewalk.

“Looks like you got some reading to do. Huh?” I ask her.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to start reading this. It’s the next one in the series too.” Ellie says excitedly.

“Let me know what happens”

I walk ahead to lead the way. We still had a long way to go and it was going to get dark in the next couple of hours. I wanted to make sure we at least made it to the city limit of Boston. This trip was going to be a long, tiring one.

Hopefully, I can get Joel to warm up to Ellie in the least. Doing that will make these things easier. I’m sure time will tell if they get along. Maybe I can convince Ellie to tell him some of those puns from the book she found. Some of them are actually funny. Maybe Joel will think the same.

I felt my stomach grumble again.

Hopefully, we can find some food too…

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rinwellisathing · 5 months ago

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Paint The Lines, Cut The Flesh: Part 11

As the party approached the towers, Sentry at the front, the guards at the steps inclined their heads. “W...Welcome back, sir!” Sentry blinked as he looked at the two. Completely unfamiliar to him, a pair of humans he couldn't recall seeing before in his life. But then again, if they claimed to recognize him, that could be useful, a way in without too much trouble. “Ah, thanks. Brought a new group of True Souls and all that. Praise the Absolute.” He gave a care free little salute as he walked past. The rest of the party followed somewhat hesitantly, confusion apparent on their faces, but as they weren't stopped and the guards didn't offer a second glance their way, it seemed unwise to question it. The entrance hall was vast with high ceilings and various groups of people milling about up to a wide array of tasks from buying and selling to drinking, to playing games of chance. Sentry paused a moment, unsure of which doorway to enter, scratching the back of his neck as he thought it over, turning his head as he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Kroger, Karlach, and I are going to go look for Jaina.” Wyll whispered, his expression solemn and determined as he tilted his head subtly in the direction prisoners were being led in. Sentry nodded his approval.

“That makes sense...Huh...guess I'll head the other way then.” He turned his eyes towards what appeared to be a kitchen. “I'd better follow along and make sure you don't drink something toxic again.” Astarion's fingers brushed Sentry's arm as he joined him, walking side by side with him through the doorway, leaving Lae'zel, Octavia, Gale, and Shadowheart in the entryway together. “I would love to figure out if they've got a library here.” Octavia suggested, bouncing on the soles of her feet eagerly. “Not a bad idea, with any luck we'll find some information about what makes this General Thorm tick.” Gale agreed, looking in the direction of the meeting hall ahead and its winding stair case. “I would hazard a guess it's upstairs and far from the prying eyes of this group.” Lae'zel frowned, but followed the two wizards, Shadowheart close behind. Both knew leaving a pair of curious wizards unattended in a necromancer's den was not a particularly wise course of action. --- Sentry peeked through the doorway of the kitchen, his lips curling into a delighted smile at the sight of three large, healthy gnolls milling about stirring pots and occasionally sweeping absently at the floor. “Oh! They're beautiful! Look, Astarion! Those markings, the fur texture...this breed comes from a little wooded area near Neverwinter. They're fiercely loyal and did you know there's a legend that one of their matriarchs nursed a great hero?” “How is it you don't remember how you got aboard the Nautiloid, but you've an encyclopedic knowledge of gnolls?” Astarion raised a brow, staring in disbelief at Sentry. “Well, I remember about gnolls. I feel like I've got a sort of kinship with them.” He explained. “They just feel like family to me, I can't really explain it...I'm going to go introduce myself.” Before Astarion could yank him back or remind him to exercise just a little subtlety, Sentry was walking into the kitchen and towards the gnolls, pausing briefly and turning his head as he noticed a gnomish woman chastising one of them.

“Now Barnabus, we use a spoon to stir the soup, forget the axe, love.” She cooed. “Well, maybe the axe gives it more flavor, did you think about that?” Sentry cut in, arms folded across his chest. “Gods, we're finished.” Astarion clapped a hand across his face and shook his head as he watched Sentry insert himself into the conversation. “Also Barnabus isn't a common name for a gnoll, it's hard on their mouth shape. Why're you calling him that?” Sentry added. “It's the power The Absolute gave me. I've civilized these gnolls, taught them a kinder, gentler way. Would you like to see?” The gnome folded her hands with a smile Sentry found particularly unsettling. Sentry was about to reply, his expression incredulous and indignant, but Astarion grabbed Sentry's arm and stepped up beside him. “We'd love to. Show us your gnoll taming tricks.” The vampire gave an unctuous smile, pouring on the charm as he whispered to Sentry through gritted teeth “Don't start something we can't get ourselves out of, darling.” Sentry gave a sour frown and rolled his eyes, but stood there beside Astarion, watching the gnome intently. “Oh, what shall I have Barnabus do?” She asked, tilting her head in thought. “I know!” Sentry felt the woman's mind connecting to the gnolls and in that moment, he felt a moment of weakness in her hold. He could see himself in his mind's eye reaching out to caress the strand of consciousness connecting her to Barnabus and without hesitation, he gripped and tugged, snapping it like an overused lute string. The gnoll fixed his gaze on the gnome, a growl escaping his lips as he raised up his claws to attack, the gnomes eyes widening as she staggered backwards, stammering out a protest that died on her lips as she was mauled. Sentry gave a contented smile and looked up at the gnoll. “Stunning, really just amazing creatures you are...” He patted the gnoll's shoulder fondly, the feeling of the fur beneath his fingers was familiar, comforting. “Maaaaster retuuurns.” The gnoll cackled. “Mooore prey sooon?” “Anything you want, sweet boy.” Sentry nodded his head. “Ti'ka be happy tooo see youuuu....We tell heeeer you back.” The gnoll licked Sentry's face, leaving a long, slimy trail of slobber, which the tiefling didn't seem to mind at all, gently patting at the gnoll's snout with a happy smile and laugh.

Astarion folded his arms across his chest, watching the scene before him. He should have been disgusted, he should have been annoyed, but he had to admit, he liked seeing Sentry like this. It was...dare he admit it? Cute. --- The smell of blood was heavy in the air when Wyll, Kroger, and Karlach made their way down the stairs into the dungeons. The floors were running red and the bodies of the guards were strewn across the stone floor, weapons broken, bodies seemingly trampled and punctured as though with hundreds of tiny spikes. A wooden door to the left had been bashed in as though by massive hooves and strange prints were visible in the blood. The three looked to the room, approaching slowly. Before they entered, a tiefling woman, tall and imposing, loomed in the doorway, holding an injured drow woman gingerly to her, one arm slung over her shoulder. Her bright violet eyes stared straight ahead at the party and an unnatural cold seemed to engulf her deep purple skin and her pale white braids. The silence was deafening and seemed to last terribly long. She regarded the group like a hunting predator and then took a step towards them, her eyes meeting with Wyll's. “They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend....Ketheric Thorm and my sister made an enemy of me when they hurt her....” The tiefling began. “Let her recover in your camp, I will join her there and tell you what I know...” Wyll paused a moment, considering the offer. They needed all the help they could get, but then again, he recognized the drow. She had been one of the leaders back at the goblin camp, one of the ones who would have killed the tiefling refugees as well as the druids. Still, if this woman could help, if the information she had could rescue Jaina, that was worth it. He nodded. “Alright.”

The tiefling woman nodded in reply before pausing to add. “Oh, the warden is dead as well, by the way...There are digging tools in her old office belonging to some of the prisoners...Behind the walls there was a dock, perhaps they can escape by boat...no one is here to stop them anyway.” “Thank you.” Wyll replied quietly. --- Sentry gently pushed open the door at the other end of the kitchen and slowly walked through the door, Astarion still behind him. Immediately, both men paused, pupils dilating as the scent of blood hit their nostrils. The room was relatively clean apart from the clutter of storage crates and alchemical tools, and yet the scent permeated the air. Sentry closed his eyes and let himself drift a moment as another memory swam into focus. He was young, maybe fifteen or sixteen, and he sat cross legged on a stone floor with a girl five or six years younger than he was, everything about her pale and colorless except the red marbling of her white skin and the pale gold of her hair. “Now see, Orin? The blood goes into this mixture, which keeps it from drying up too quick....” He held up a small glass bottle. “Cork it like so...” He popped a cork into the top. “And then we simply shake it to mix it all up.” He grinned, passing her a vial of a clear liquid and gesturing to the limp corpse of a dwarf beside them. “Now you try.” The little girl copied Sentry's instructions slowly and carefully, her brow furrowed with concentration to get it just right. “Like this, slaughter-kin?” She asked. “Yeah, that's it! Maybe Tomi even has something to play around with the colors a bit too, but you've got it!” He beamed. “I can't wait to see what you make with it.”

The memory faded and Sentry found himself back in the present, watching a drow woman working at a bench laden with mixtures and vials. She noticed him and approached with an unsettling smile on her face. “Ah, True Soul...I wonder if you might be willing to assist me in an experiment. You would be adequately compensated, of course.” She grinned. Sentry noticed her eyes danced past him to Astarion fairly often, the vampire hadn't quite noticed yet, but Sentry instinctively stepped in front of him. “That depends entirely on what sort of experiment.” Sentry folded his arms across his chest and looked over at her work bench, trying to get an idea of what she was playing at. “I need blood that has been touched by The Absolute...”She began. Sentry's eyes fell on bits of discolored brain matter and chopped up tendrils on the bench and he raised an eyebrow. “Don't play coy, you know about the tadpoles. You want blood from someone who's been infected by a mindflayer. That's why you're messing around with intellect devourer parts. But fine. A little bit of my blood won't kill me and I suppose I could use every advantage I can get.” He held out his arm to her. “Wonderful...You may feel a slight pinch....just a little prick...There!” She drew a small amount of blood from the tiefling and turned, bringing it back to her table. The clink of glass and the bubbling of liquid was the only sound for a moment and then she returned, handing Sentry a potion. “For your troubles....although...I do have a far more powerful potion, one of a kind really...and I could offer it to you if only...well, that vampire, he's yours, is he?” She nodded towards Astarion. Sentry blinked, looking back to Astarion and then to the woman. “He's a person.” “That's not what I asked.” The woman replied. “You're his master?” “No, he can do what he wants.” Sentry was beginning to like this woman less and less with ever passing moment as he bristled with annoyance. He looked back at Astarion, noticing that he was now paying full attention to what was going on. “Well, any way ever since I was a little girl, I've wanted to be bitten by a vampire...if he'll bite me, I'll give you the potion I mentioned.” She continued, gazing past Sentry at Astarion with a look of intense lust in her dark eyes.

Astarion gave a hollow laugh and shook his head. “You want me to bite you?” He looked incredulously at the woman for a moment, then at Sentry, and finally shook his head. “Hmm no...sorry, I'm afraid I'll have to decline.” His eyes focused on Sentry for a moment and the tiefling noted a look of fear in his eyes. “What?! But this is a one of a kind offer.” The woman scoffed, turning to Sentry. “Talk to your pet, make him see reason!” Sentry glared down at the drow, drawing himself to his full height and folding his arms sternly across his chest. “He said no. That's the end of it.” There was a threatening edge to Sentry's voice, one that brooked no argument. Astarion visibly calmed, but stayed behind the paladin for the moment. “Fine. It's your loss.” The woman sniffed, turning back to her work. As the two men left the room, Sentry paused and turned to look Astarion over, he could see the vampire was shaking just a bit and frowned. “Are you alright?” He asked, his expression softening to a look of a concern. “That woman was....a lot...right?” Astarion winced, looking away. “Let's....let's talk about this later...somewhere less open.” The tiefling nodded his head. “Yeah, sure. Sorry. Should we go find Wyll and the others? If they've found the prisoners, they could probably use some help.” Astarion gave a small nod, following Sentry.

--- Sentry had to focus intently to fight down the anger at the way that woman had treated Astarion. He could feel it boiling in his veins. It gnawed at him, painfully dragging another long forgotten memory to mind.

He was small, nowhere near the imposing figure he cut now. He felt a tightness at his chest where he could feel thick linen bandages wrapped, binding it down. The feeling of heaviness at his chest beneath those bandages sent a wave of nausea and wrongness through him. His body ached and he could feel a cold, hard floor beneath him in the small, dark room he was contained in. His silver hair was long and hung limp down his back and over his face, which had yet to gain its prominent burn scar. He was vulnerable, naked except for those bandages and a small sash wrapped around his waist. He heard voices approaching the room. A hissing whisper of a woman's voice, eager and excited first. “It is an honor you've come to us, my lord! I assure you, she is ripe and ready for you.” The woman simpered, voice quivering in awe as the footsteps drew closer to the door. “Hm...good...and do not worry if she should put up a fight...I think I would prefer it.” A deep male voice replied. The door swung open and Sentry could see a tall, imposing figure in armor standing beside a tiefling woman with horns like his, her head shaved and marked with Bhaalist symbols in ink and scar. Her deep violet eyes gazed down on him with a mixture of pride and envy. The man's yellow eyes held a terrifying lust that made Sentry's stomach turn as he scurried back against the wall, his back pressing against the hard stone with nowhere else to go. “No...please...I...I can't...I still hurt....Mother, please....” His voice was high and young, and he knew that he was afraid, beginning to panic. His tail was raised and twitching back and forth and his mismatched eyes were wide in terror as he looked at the man who was so much larger than him. Even if he did try to fight back, it wouldn't matter. His sharp nails dug into the ground beneath him. “Hush, girl! This is an honor. Lord Sarevok himself has come to make use of you. Imagine the bounty you would provide your father if this union bears fruit.” The woman's smile was manic and wild as she stepped back, letting the armored man enter the room and then shutting the door as she left.

Sentry closed his eyes tightly and bit his lip, his heart hammering in his chest as the man's footsteps approached and a large, thick hand wrapped around his throat. “Come now, Vereena...Do as father commands. He made you for this.” The man's voice was like the growling purr of a predatory jungle cat, his grip was iron, inescapable. Sentry's only choice was to let his mind drift away as he became vaguely aware of his body being laid down on the cold, hard ground, and his legs being spread. And then there was only pain. --- “Sentry?” Sentry's eyes blinked rapidly and he gave a sudden yelp of surprise before realizing he was standing face to face with Karlach and Wyll, Astarion still standing by his side and Kroger staggering back, releasing his wrist which he'd been holding.

“When did I get here?” Sentry asked, rubbing his head awkwardly, fingers brushing over the stubble of the shaved areas and the jagged, cruel scar at the back of his skull. “We were on our way to look for the others and you were oddly quiet and pensive, so I just followed along, I assumed you had another of your headaches or something.” Astarion explained. “Then, when we ran into Karlach, you proceeded to just stand there and stare into space, the others arrived and you still didn't react, so the good doctor here decided to examine you.” He gestured to Kroger. “It was all quite dramatic.” “You okay, soldier?” Karlach asked, examining Sentry's face closely for signs of pain or illness. “You didn't look so well and then you kinda just cried out a bit...I guess it's a good thing we're in the dungeons so that sound isn't out of the ordinary to hear.” “Any sign of Jaina?” Sentry asked, looking around the entry way, taking in the blood and corpses that still littered the floor. Wyll shook his head, worry obvious across his face. “Not a trace of her...But, we did find the Iron Hands as well as some of the Tieflings, they're working on breaking through the walls to get to some docks on the other side, we can guide them to Last Light across the water once we have access to a boat.” “It was our task to ensure all the guards were well and truly dead and the scrying eyes were inactive.” Kroger added. “Not that it was much work, considering someone had arrived before us to free a prisoner and slaughtered most of them.”

Sentry looked past Kroger, his eyes focused on the damage to the corpses. Slowly, he slipped past the rest of the party and knelt down, examining the wounds. “These guards were trampled...The thing that killed them was giving off an abnormal chill...and on top of that, it had something sharp extending from its hooves...” He explained. “Look, some of the blood is even frozen...Whatever did this is not something to be played around with...” He frowned curiously, trying to consider what kind of creature it may have been. He had a feeling he'd encountered it before, but his scarred and damaged brain couldn't quite remember. The sound of stone collapsing interrupted any attempt at further thought as the party turned in the direction of the noise. A familiar dark haired tiefling woman poking her head out from the cell and calling to them. “We've broken through! Are you coming?” “Hells yeah!” Karlach pumped a fist triumphantly. “Let's get these guys back to the inn and regroup.” She hurried towards the cells and the newly formed hole in the wall, Sentry following close behind with Astarion not far behind. “But what about Gale and Shadowheart? And my sisters?” Kroger frowned, looking back towards the stairs. “If you prefer, you and I can rejoin them. After all, the boat already seems quite full.” Wyll offered, placing a hand on Kroger's shoulder. “Just one moment...” Kroger nodded. “Sentry!” He called after the paladin, who stopped and turned around. “I found this in the House of Healing! It's got the name Octavia mentioned carved in it. Bring it to Halsin!” He removed a small lute from his pack and ran a few paces forward, tossing it to Sentry, who caught it and nodded his understanding.

“Thanks, doctor.” Sentry turned and continued on his way to the docks. --- Ketheric regarded Jaina solemnly, absently running a hand over the smooth, skeletal head of his faithful hound which padded up alongside him. “Miss Thalassia, you make it a point to assure me I can't be a monster because I am a loving father, but that's just it...it is possible to be both, it's only a matter of how far a father is pushed for love of his child.” Jaina gave a gentle frown and took another sip of wine. “I didn't imply that, I only meant that it's never too late.” She explained. “You can make a different choice, follow a new path. Isobel is alive and well now and if she's all that matters to you, which I truly believe she is, then her love and approval are more important than whatever promises you made to Myrkul, to this Absolute.” Ketheric gave a hollow smirk and shook his head. “You don't even know what The Absolute truly is and you presume it couldn't rip my daughter away from me as easily as she was returned?” “Any evil can be defeated.” Jaina replied matter of factly. “It's only a matter of knowing it and discerning its weaknesses. Besides, even in fighting a god, numbers and resources matter.” “You truly don't know what you're suggesting...”The general shook his head. “But anyway, your friends still haven't come to your rescue, so indulge me in another story to pass the time.” Jaina thought a moment and nodded her head. “As I mentioned, my twin brother and I grew up on the island my father's crew called home. We were happy there, safe.” She smiled fondly, toying with her glass in her hands as she recalled. “We wanted so much to be pirates like our parents when we grew up...My father used to set his cutlasses at the blacksmith shop to be tended to after every voyage and the blacksmith was an older man, prone to aches and pains, and so Tibs and I learned how often he needed to sit down out of view of the counter and we stole the cutlasses to play with....We fought across the beach...”

Their swords clashed together on the beach as they ran after one another, their laughter echoing across the sands. Jaina's long sunshine colored hair rippled in the wind behind her as she played. Tibs own sandy hair was pulled back into a ponytail out of his face and both were dressed in simple linen tunics and trousers, barefoot as they dashed across the warm sand. “Surrender, villain!” Tibs laughed as he thrust his sword forward, his laughter faded and his bright smile slid into a look of horror, his eyes wide as they fell on his cutlass slipped directly through his sister's chest, blood blossoming on her white tunic as she staggered backwards and slid to her knees, blue eyes going cloudy as her hand shakily moved to the wound, staining her grey-blue skin with blood as she collapsed into the salty surf. “No...Oh no...Jaina...please don't die...please don't die, I'm gonna go get mom and dad!” The boy sniffled, staggering back from his sister's limp body and turning to run, kicking up a cloud of sand as he run, tears streaming down his face. “Such a worthless sacrifice....Small, weak, just a slip of a thing...” A voice hissed from behind Jaina. Her eyes flew open and she was beneath the waves, deep in the dark and floating, her long hair floating above her as she hung suspended there. Her skin's shark-like qualities becoming far more obvious under the sea. Strange finlike growths bloomed from her elbows, wrists, and ankles as she floated there. Long black hair swished like seaweed past her and a face with deep, eloquent black eyes examined her intently and the thin, fish-like lips curved into a wicked smile, the grin revealing long, sharp, needle like teeth. The woman's legs ended in long tendrils like an octopus' legs and her body was covered in shimmering scales and elegant fins.

“And yet....you come from oh so loyal a family line...And you've a capacity for rage....What a fine conduit you could be, my little guppy...”The woman cooed, a long nailed finger, the texture of a jagged, shattered seashell tapping Jaina's tiny, freckled nose, the woman's expression clearly savoring Jaina's look of fear. “Yes, I think that suits me....” She turned and waved a hand carelessly as she began to swim away. “Now run along, child...mother is calling.” Her laughter echoed as Jaina's vision began to blur and fade again. “And when I woke up, mother was cradling me in her arms and trying with all her strength to heal me.” Jaina explained, raising her head to look Ketheric in the eye. The half elf regarded the young tiefling, his expression empty, unreadable as he looked her in the eyes. “But you see, there is the difference between myself and your own parents, miss Thalassia...You were returned to them....It took me three gods to bring my Isobel back. Only Myrkul did not deny me...And as such, he has never had a more faithful servant.” --- As the boat pulled into the docks of The Last Light Inn, Sentry climbed out first and held out a hand for the other passengers, helping them each out in turn. Karlach grinned and laughed out loud when it came to her turn. “Well thank you, Sir Ojeda. Makin' me feel like a damn Princess here.” Karlach chuckled, grabbing Sentry's hand and pulling herself onto the docks before them. She gave him a joking little curtsy as they joined the rescued prisoners on dry land. Sentry folded his arms and rolled his eyes as the Harpers checked the prisoners for tadpole influence, though he had to admit that he was relieved when they found none and he smiled as he watched them make their way into the inn to rejoin with their loved ones. He watched Alfira and Lakrissa hug eachother tightly, he watched Rolan and his siblings reunite, sure to stand back from them and avoid interrupting. He examined the lute Kroger had given him and took a deep breath, making his way towards the makeshift infirmary where Halsin was waiting, still tending the unconscious Flaming Fist.

“Hey...”He smiled gently at the druid, reaching out gently to him. “Kroger found this in Reithwin...It's got this guy's name on it, maybe it could help?” Halsin beamed at Sentry. “Music can often trigger memories, so perhaps it could serve to wake him up as well. Play a few notes.” He suggested, the excitement in his voice far from hidden. Sentry bit his lip, about to protest. He wasn't much of a musician, but seeing Halsin's eyes on him in this moment, he had to try. With a deep breath, he plucked the strings gently a few times, watching anxiously for just a moment before the human jolted upright in his bed. “Thaniel is in danger! He's still trapped in the Shadowfell!” The man gasped. “Whoa, hey....calm down, buddy...Halsin is a druid, he can help your friend.” Sentry assured the man, patting his shoulder gently. “Halsin?” “Any information you can give me will help me to find him, any small clue to where he might be...” Halsin added gently but urgently. The man thought a moment and took a deep breath. “There...there was lavender...every time Thaniel was near, I could smell lavender.” He recalled.

“I can work with that.” Halsin nodded, standing up and looking to Sentry. “You've done so much for me so far, but I'm afraid I must rely on you once more, my friend.” He took Sentry's hand in his, the tiefling blushed and looked up into Halsin's eyes, vaguely considering how seldom it was that he was the one looking up. --- The two made their way out to the edge of the water behind the inn, Sentry watched as Halsin climbed up on a small hill and turned to face him. “I have communed with Silvanus for years to learn this spell...it is something that I, and I alone must do.” Sentry regarded him with concern, reaching out to Halsin. “But you'll be by yourself...what if there's trouble....please, there has to be a way I can help...” The tiefling took the larger elf's hand gently. Halsin gave Sentry's had a reassuring squeeze and looked deeply into his eyes. “You will be the light that guides me home.” A smile crossed Sentry's face and he nodded. “You can count on me...I mean...I am a paladin, being a guiding light is kind of my specialty.” He grinned, gently letting go of Halsin's hand as he walked off into the portal leaving Sentry standing before it. Sentry watched the portal anxiously, waiting for Halsin's return, until he heard a sound behind him and turned around to face several shadow creatures skulking towards him. He cursed quietly under his breath and drew his axe.

It felt like hours and Sentry was battered and bleeding, down on one knee in front of the portal, blood dripping from his nose and mouth as the shadow creatures closed in on him, but he couldn't give up, Halsin had not returned yet. He gripped his axe tightly and winced, staggering to his feet, swaying slightly. “I made a promise...I'll defend this portal till my last breath.” He spit blood onto the ground in front of him, the coppery taste still filling his mouth, and he braced himself for another attack. Then, as quickly as it had begun, a blinding light issued from the portal and with a feral screech, the creatures fell to ash around him as Halsin stepped out of the portal, an unconscious child in his arms. Sentry looked up at him with relief and smiled before he collapsed on the ground at his feet, the world spinning out of focus. --- When Sentry opened his eyes, he was laying on a bedroll in the camp, Halsin was kneeling beside him while Astarion stood by, arms folded across his chest as he gazed with worry at Sentry. Karlach was tending the fire and it seemed the others had made their way back to camp as Kroger approached with his pack and sat down next to Sentry, beginning to apply various salves to his wounds.

“What I don't understand is why neither of you thought to ask any of the rest of us for help. Sentry's not a one man army and he isn't invincible. You put him in serious danger expecting him to guard you alone!” Astarion frowned. “Is that concern I hear?” Sentry grinned. “Oh don't give me that, you know damn well I need you for whatever Raphael intends to ask of me.” His red eyes darted away from Sentry, but the tiefling could tell he was covering up how he felt. “Nope, you were worried about me.” Sentry chuckled. “Admit it, you'd be upset if I died.” “I believe most of us would be.” Halsin cut in. “I'm sorry I put you in danger, Sentry...But now I'm free to accompany you and do my part in ending this curse. Once you've healed properly, I'll be by your side should you need me.” “I'll be fine, you're all fussing over me like I'm fragile.” Sentry slowly began to sit up only for a deceptively strong green skinned hand to press him back down. “Stay. You're going to re-open your wounds, I haven't had a chance to close them yet because they need to be disinfected first.” Kroger insisted. “You are worse than a child.” “Speaking of children, Halsin, how's that kid you rescued?” Sentry asked as Kroger continued to clean and disinfect his wounds before slowly beginning to close them with his magic. Halsin sighed and shook his head. “Thaniel is stable, however it's like there's a part of him missing...We must find it...But rest assured, I will be at your side every step of the way.” “But that is a task for tomorrow, for now, sleep.” Kroger insisted as he packed up his supplies and got to his feet, his large, luminous green eyes staring Sentry down as he pointed a finger accusingly at him.

Sentry rolled his eyes with a sigh, but laid back down on his bed roll and closed his eyes as the rest of his companions dispersed to their various sleeping spaces. --- Sentry's eyes flew open only a few hours later and he could feel the world spinning around him. He looked over at the mat Astarion lay meditating on and began to walk towards it as though in a trance. His hand wanted to go for his axe, but he pushed the urge down and roughly shook the elf, who blearily shook off his trance. “Hello darling, looking for a cuddle?” He gave a charming smile as he sat up, looking up at Sentry. “No time for joking, you're in real danger...That curse...the one that made me kill the bard....it wants me to kill you...if we don't stop me, you'll die...I....I don't want you to die...” Sentry bit his lip nervously, his body beginning to tremble a bit. Astarion raised a brow. “I see...That certainly IS a dilemma...” He paced around Sentry for a moment, frowning deep in thought. “One moment...” He headed back to his tent and returned shortly with a length of rope. “Astarion, this is no time for kinky games.” Sentry frowned. “You're in danger!” The elf sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. “Rope has many, many uses, dear Sentry. Right now, we're going to use it to keep you from doing anything you'll regret, now arms behind your back, darling. I promise I'll be as gentle as I can.”

A moment later, Sentry as bound like a tightly packed bed roll and laid on his side, a gag of white cloth tied around his mouth as he struggled and squirmed, drooling and snarling. Every now and then he managed to break through the haze and give Astarion an apologetic look or a sad smile. The elf, to his credit, never left Sentry's side, even occasionally running a hand through his silver hair comfortingly despite the risk. The last thing Sentry managed before falling unconscious fully was a grateful smile.

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𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 || 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍

pairing: leah williamson x reader, engwnt x reader

summary: you and leah have been friends with benefits for quite some time but what happens when you both win the euros and spend an eventful night with each other?

warnings: smut, swearing, suggestive themes, fingering (r giving), oral (r giving) | minors dni

word count: 5.9k

a/n: this has been in my drafts for a long time and i completely forgot to post it so sorry about that. this is also my first time writing anything to do with woso so bear with me as I learn the ropes of it all.

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You and Leah had a complicated relationship. The two of you both playing for Arsenal and being a part of the England team meant the two of you spent a lot of time together. In more ways than one.

You had met Leah when you first joined Arsenal. Being transferred from Man City meant you had to move across the country. You felt a little out of place at first but once you stepped foot onto the pitch and felt a ball at your feet you became unstoppable.

Your position as a striker meant that many of your drills were against Leah. The two of you soon grew your friendship over the simplest of things till one day it became something more.

It wasn’t planned and it was very out of the blue but after one of the girls invited everyone out after the season ended, everything changed.

After many drinks and karaoke songs later you found yourself waking up the next morning in a random hotel room with Leah fast asleep beside you. You would've thought everything was platonic till you noticed the lack of clothes.

Remembering the night before, dancing, singing and a whole lot of alcohol. Trying to pick bits and pieces apart to figure out how you got in this situation.

Drunken kisses, impatient touches, fogged minds. The two of you didn't care about the aftermath, only the present. The feeling of your skin on one other, bringing you both to an ultimate high.

Watching the realisation cross Leah's mind as she remembered all what happened the night before left you dreading what was to come. Having a sinking feeling that Leah would want nothing to do with you, it came as a shock that she wanted a different arrangement.

Friends with benefits. The three words circling your mind. Heart racing at the thought.

Dumbly agreeing, you had no idea what was to come for the up and coming years.

“You ready?” You asked as you sat beside Leah on the coach.

“As I can be.” She smiled, turning her focus away from her phone and solely onto you.

The two of you were sitting on the coach with the rest of the England team as you waited to be driven to Wembley for the Euros final.

“I never really imagined I'd be here.” You confessed.

“Why's that?”

“It all feels a bit surreal to be honest.” You shrugged. “I feel like someone else should be in my place.”

“You deserve to be here, you were chosen for a reason.” Leah said comfortingly.

“Enough with the soppy shit.” You chuckled.

“Alright, alright.” Leah chuckled as she held up her hands in defence leaning away a little.

“Ask me something random, this is going to be a long journey and I’m already bored.”

“Ouch, you wound me y/l/n.”

“You’re not boring me, just the journey.”

“Mhm, okay.”

“Promise.” You said as you gave Leah a silly smile.

“You want a question?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay, what would you say is your favourite food?”

“You know this!”

“You told me to ask you a question.”

“I thought it’d be more exciting than that.”

“Alright, favourite sex position?”

“Ooh, kinky.”

“Oh my god.” Leah groaned.

“You know that one too.” You said giving Leah a wink.

“I give up.”

“Let me ask you questions.”

“No.”

“Please.” You said dragging out the ‘e’ at the end.

“Fine.”

“Have you ever had a sex dream about me?”

“Are all the questions going to be sexual?”

You paused for a moment. “Yes.”

“Perhaps.”

“That’s a yes? Right?”

“Yes, I’ve had one.”

“Wow, I thought you’d be more reluctant than that.”

“We’ve had sex, I don’t think it really matters.”

“Fair point.”

“Next question.”

“Ever thought of being called captain in the bedroom?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Just for the pitch?” You laughed.

“That’s just wrong.” Leah laughed along.

“Any plans for after the game?”

“I've got a surprise for you.”

Seeing Leah give you a flirtatious wink and a cheeky grin, you knew what she had in mind. Immediately wanting to be in that hotel room already.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Of course you do.” Leah chuckled, causing you to break out into a smile.

“What does the surprise entail?”

“That's for me to know and you to find out.”

“You love messing with me, don't you?”

Leah didn't say anything, just shrugging her shoulders, biting back a laugh threatening to escape from her lips.

“Maybe.”

“Alright, you just wait till later.”

“Can’t wait.”

As you made your way to Wembley you and Leah conversed about all different types of game plays and anything that could make you european champions even if it did mean that you’d get sent off. You were willing to do anything and everything for your team.

“I mean, if it comes to it I’m willing to get a red.” You said.

“No way, we need you up front.”

“You don't, there's Russo, Beth, Ellen and Miss England herself.”

“You're not getting yourself sent off.” Leah said in an authoritative tone.

“Fine. No promises though.”

“Don't be difficult. I’ll just get Sarina to bench you.”

“Hey! You can't do that.” You whisper-shouted.

“I’m captain, remember?”

“Still-”

“No, y/n.”

“You're no fun.”

“You're a little shit.” Leah joked.

“I’m taller and older than you.”

“Only by a couple months.”

“Mhm, you have to respect the elders.”

“Just don't get yourself sent off.”

“I won't. I want to be on the pitch for the final whistle.”

“And help me lift the trophy?”

“One hundred percent.”

Stepping out of the coach, walking past mass amounts of paparazzi, you made your way into the locker room. Seeing your name and number on the back of an England jersey will never get old and you feel a sense of pride every time you look at it.

Looking to your left you see Leah looking at hers, the captain's armband standing proudly on top of it. Sensing someone was looking at her, Leah looked around the room till her eyes landed on yours.

Nothing needed to be said so the two of you smiled at each other. Walking over to the blonde you placed your hand to the small of her back and leaned your chin on her shoulder.

“You should be proud of yourself.” You said, smiling softly as Leah leaned back into you.

“I’m scared.” Leah admitted quietly.

“There's nothing to be scared of. No matter the outcome, you led us here, we are here because of you and we’re going to win because of you.”

“But what if we don’t.”

“Then we’ll figure it out, but if you want my honest opinion, I don't think Germany stands a chance with you as our captain.”

“I hope you're right.”

“When am I not?”

You and the rest of the girls were soon called out for the warm ups and that's when it started to become more real, the pressure, the game and what was at stake.

Fans started to fill the stadium, the seats flooded with white and red, each and every one of them giving you that extra confidence boost fueling you up for the game.

Heading back to the locker room you and the rest of the girls put on your kits with pride and waited for the match to begin. Slipping on your boots, you made sure your shin-pads were in the right place, your socks at the right height, your shorts tightened and your top proudly showing off your number on the back.

Shaking off the nerves, you follow the rest of your teammates out to the tunnel. Rolling your shoulders back you put your game face on before you walked onto the pitch. Standing side by side with your teammates singing the national anthem proudly, all you needed to do now was win.

Easier said than done.

When the ref blew her whistle you kicked off the game. Straight away you could tell that both teams were on the offensive. Ellen had an early chance but it unfortunately went over the bar.

Each team going back and forth, you put your maximum effort in to help out in any way possible. After your shot was blocked by the German keeper she threw the ball to Hendrich. Wanting the ball back you sprinted after the defender in hopes of regaining possession.

You knew it was risky, you being a little rough a slide tackle would most likely end with a yellow or even a red but you did it anyway. Your foot tapped the ball out of the Germans way and off the pitch.

The woman tumbling over the top of you, led to a foot to the head and a very angry defender pushing you before you could have a chance of getting up.

Sitting on the floor you looked up at Hendrich who was going off at you. She was yelling in German so you couldn't understand a word she was saying. Standing up, you wobbled slightly before you squared up to the defender.

The two of you went back and forth, pushing and shoving each other before your teammates arrived to split the two of you apart. Lucy managed to pull you away and calm you down before you did something you’d regret.

Lucy led you towards Leah who gave you a disapproving look before she took you to the side lines and to a medic. You soon found out why when you looked at the monitor in the stands showing the tackle.

As your head was knocked by Hendrich’s boot her studs caught the side of your face causing a cut to form. They cleaned up your face before applying some cream then sending you back onto the pitch.

You managed to not receive a card, god knows how, but you didn’t question it. You gave one last look at Leah before moving back into position. The game continued on and half time hit not long after.

It was still 0-0 at half time and your determination only grew stronger. The medics gave you a check over to make sure you were all okay and you sat down to listen to Sarina give her talk and impression of the first half.

You hadn’t spoken to Leah since your little accident and it looked like she didn't want to talk or even look at you. You had a little over four minutes left before the second half started so you went and sat beside her.

“What's up?” You asked. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I haven’t, just concentrating on the game.” Leah said, brushing you off.

“You seem pissed.”

“I’m not.”

“Alright then, I’ll see you on the pitch.” You muttered as you stood up but before you could walk away, Leah grabbed ahold of your wrist and stood up herself.

She ran her finger gently over the cut on the side of your face before looking you in the eyes.

“You can be so stupid sometimes.”

“It's all a part of my charm.”

“Please be more careful next time, my heart can't take it.”

“You falling for me Williamson?” You joke.

“In your dreams, y/l/n.”

“I’ll be more careful or at least try to.”

“Remember what's at stake.”

“That feels like it has a double meaning.” You said. “Does it have a double meaning?”

“You tell me.” Leah smirked before she walked out of the locker rooms with a couple of girls, ready to start the second half.

Once the second half started you began to notice a theme. Whenever you got a hold of the ball or even if you didn’t have the ball you were being targeted.

Maybe it was payback for the slide tackle but this was starting to piss you off. You let it go, after seeing the look on Leah’s face and what she had told you in the locker room you didn’t want to upset her.

There was a bigger game to be playing.

At the 62nd minute Keira sent a lovely through ball to Tooney and she scored an absolute worldy. The whole stadium was practically shaking. Running straight to Ella you jump on her back screaming in her ear before the rest of the girls bundled ontop of each other.

Just a minute later Beth was subbed off for an injury and Chloe came onto the pitch. It was going well until the 79th minute when Germany equalised. This however, made you more determined to get the win and finally be able to say ‘it's coming home’.

There were no more goals leading the match to extra time at 1-1. As extra time continued the abuse from the German players didn't falter and you were slowly getting to your breaking point. With one nasty tackle from Huth you finally lost it. Milking it a little you rolled on the floor earning England a free kick.

The free kick led to nothing unfortunately but you aren't backing down now, each tackle you made was harder than the last, each pass was more precise, each shot coming closer to goal.

Germany receives a throw-in and Rauch passes it to Oberdorf who then passes it to Waßmuth. Big mistake. The German forward was closest to you so took it upon yourself to get the ball back.

Coming from her side, you hit the German with a hard slide tackle that immediately sent her rolling on the floor. You knew you were in the wrong, it was very unsportsmanlike but you had enough of being targeted.

The ref ran over to you two, Waßmuth still on the floor, smacking the grass repeatedly. Quickly checking on the German, the ref waved the medics over. Taking a step away from the woman, the ref made her way towards you.

“I let you get away with the first one but this cannot happen again. Got it?”

“I got the ball.” You said back. “It was clean, she’s just taking the piss.”

“I’m not going to argue with you, from my angle it didn't.”

“Alright but this is bullshit, I've been targeted this whole time and you’ve done nothing.”

“Stop with the swearing, and what do you want me to do? It's football, you're going to be targeted every once in a while.”

“So when I tackle a player it's classed as a foul but when they clearly foul me it's not? How does that work?”

“Look, just get on with the game, you're on your final warning.” The ref stepped back a little and reached into her pocket to pull out a yellow card. You couldn't really argue any more, the tackle was a clear yellow.

It was soon enough the end of the first half of extra time. You all took a quick breather, Sarina having a word with you telling you to calm down and not let them get into your head.

The game started up again and it was like the gods had answered all your prayers in the 110th minute we got a corner. Hemp sent in the cross, the ball bounced off Lucy and Chloe managed to tap it in.

You couldn't believe it, watching Chloe run around the pitch waving her top in hand before being huddled by all the girls. A thought crossed your mind. England might actually win the Euros.

From then on your main goal was to keep the ball out of your half. You passed the ball back and forth with Lucy when a player came from behind and took you off your feet. You hit the deck and grabbed onto your ankle for dear life. The ref immediately blew her whistle and ushered the medics onto the pitch. A couple of teammates were surrounding you as you rocked back and forth.

Everyone asks questions about how you were feeling only for you to not pay attention to them, your soul focus is on the clock, 2 minutes left. You knew you were completely fine, but what's wrong with a little time-wasting masterclass?

Jumping back up, you assured everyone that you were completely fine and fit to continue. After a bit more shit housery, the final whistle blew and you fell to the floor. England had done it. You had just won the Euros.

You soon felt someone sitting beside you, patting your stomach gently. You took your hands off your face to see Leah looking at you with tears in her eyes but with one of the biggest smiles you have ever seen.

“We did it.” She smiled as she pulled you up to hug you.

“That we did, captain.” You grinned.

Keeping her as close as possible you soon felt your shoulder get wet. Smiling softly you pull Leah back to look at her properly.

You used the pads of your thumbs to wipe away the tears that had fallen down her face before you held her face in your hands.

“I think you owe me a surprise.” You said.

“Just you wait.”

“Lets go lift that trophy.”

A party was in full swing and all the girls were

singing their lungs off. Bealting ‘three lions’ over and over again. Dancing on top of tables, spraying drinks everywhere and just overall having an amazing time, finally being able to bring back the trophy.

You were currently watching the girls from afar, trying not to get too involved knowing there will be a killer hangover the next morning. You’ve had a couple of drinks but deciding you have had enough, sticking to a water or a coke from now on.

Whilst you talked with Lucy and Keira you tried to keep your focus on what they were saying however it kept being drawn to a certain blonde defender, who consequently wasn't anywhere to be seen.

“She's up in her room.” Keria said, her voice just being heard over the loud music.

“What?” You questioned.

“Leah, she's in our room.”

“Is she okay?”

“Not sure. She hasn't really told me anything.” You knew Keira was lying, you could tell by the corner of her lip fighting back a smile.

“I’m going to check on her.” You said as you downed your drink and placed the glass to the side.

“Just to let you know, I'm rooming with Lucy.” You said into her ear and out of shot from the defender next to her.

“So?”

“Have fun.” You smirked, sending her a wink.

“I don't understand?”

“How about we swap rooms for tonight? I know you both want some time together.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just promise not to have sex on my bed.”

“Y/n!”

“I’m joking, a little, not really. I’m going now. Bye!”

It didn't take long for you to get to Leah's room and before you knew it you were standing outside her door, trying to figure a way to knock.

“Leah?” You questioned as you knocked gently on the door. “You okay?”

The door opened a tad and you heard Leah's voice telling you to come in. Entering the room you close the door behind you before you walk further into the room and to where Leah was.

“You alright?” You asked once you turned a corner and you were met by the most beautiful sight known to mankind.

Leah was laying down on her bed in nothing but her red underwear. A smirk plastered on her face, the setting sun hitting her skin perfectly giving her a glow that made you want her even more.

“Surprise.” Leah said, her smirk cracking into a full blown smile.

"Wha- um- For me?” You asked dumbly.

“Yeah.”

“God.” You whispered under your breath as you made your way to the edge of the bed where you waited as Leah got up and crawled her way towards you, kneeling on the bed in front of you.

“I’m going to make you come as many times as I can.” Leah said in a sultry tone.

“No.”

“No?”

“I am going to make you come as many times as I can. Captain.”

“You’re so annoying.” Leah chuckled.

“You love it.” You smiled as you pulled Leah closer to you by her waist.

“Just don't call me that again.”

“I won't.” You laughed caressing your hands up and down Leah's sides. You brought her into a kiss at first it was slow and passionate but it soon turned heated and messy.

Tongues battling against each other, teeth clashing. But you both didn't care, only wanting to feel more of each other. As the kiss continued, you pushed Leah back gently and she made her way backwards on the bed so her head hit the pillows and you were towering over her. Wrapping her legs around your middle and her arms around your shoulders she brought you closer.

"Y/n." Leah whispered between kisses, sounding breathless.

You leaned forward to kiss her neck and she groaned slightly, her grip on your shoulders tightening. You smirked when you felt her shiver under your touch when you nipped at her pulse point.

You pressed your lips to the side of her neck, one arm holding you up while the other ran up and down Leah's sides, along her ribs and to the tops of her thighs. She grins, a soft hum falling from her lips at the touch.

The defender craned her neck so you could continue to kiss Leah's warm, smooth skin, making her sigh in content. Your fingers made their way over her abdomen, lower than she expected, and her breath hitches.

Chuckling softly, you rest your lips on her jaw to whisper to her, "You need something?"

Leah pauses, you can practically hear her thinking out loud. She could beg, and have you take her right now, or she could play along and let you take your time for something a little lengthier. Her fingers squeeze around your shoulders before she moves one hand taking ahold of yours and tugs it south.

"Lower. I need you lower."

"Oh?" You smirked. "Drop your hands, baby. I'll do all the work."

She nods, a soft, quiet whimper escaping as she lets her arms rest by her side. "Okay."

"Good girl," You mumbled, gentle and just about audible. It makes her buck her hips, hands grabbing onto the sheets to keep herself calm. Moving onto your knees you look down at the women in front of you.

Your hands move, teasing at the waistline of her panties and moving to graze at the lining around the top of her thighs. She moans, a shove of her hips into your hand, and you grip her a little harder with the free hand on her waist.

"Please stop teasing me."

"I'm gonna take care of you, I promise." You whispered, fingers brushing over her panties, giving you only a mere taste of how wet she is.

"Please."

You slip one hand into her panties and she shifts, spreading her legs a little wider and creating a gap for you to touch her more accurately. You fingers brush her clit and she releases a filthy groan, accompanied with a whimper of your name.

You breathe deep, breath hitching once you feel how wet she is when you move your fingers lower.

"Y/n, please."

"Alright, sweetheart, I got you." You whisper, pressing your lips to the lobe of her ear. "I've got you."

You continued your ministrations on her clit for a few more moments before you pulled your hand out of her panties and rested it beside her head, propping you up.

Before Leah could speak you kissed her again, running your hand up and over Leah’s rib cage towards her breasts, cupping them with a gentle squeeze. Leah was unable to stop the groan that slipped past her lips.

You broke the kiss and attached your lips to her jaw. Leah’s breathing was laboured, soft whimpers tumbling from her lips as your lips travelled down to her neck.

You rolled her nipples between your thumb and forefinger through the fabric of her bra as you sucked on Leah’s pulse point. Even though Leah was loving every second of what you were doing she still needed more, she bucked her hips up trying to gain some sort of friction but the attempt was stopped when you removed your hand from her breast and placed it on her waist.

"So needy." You chuckled in her ear. "So impatient."

"Y/n, please. I need you."

You didn't say anything but you used one of your hands to spread Leah’s legs apart but you didn't touch her. Instead you brought your leg up so your thigh came in contact with Leah’s core. Letting out a loud moan, Leah threw her head back at the sudden contact that she was finally receiving.

"Show me how much you need me." You said as you continued your assault on Leah’s neck.

She wasted no time and began to rock her body against your leg relieving the pressure that had started to build. But it wasn't enough and the pressure started to disappear when you moved your leg away from her centre.

"Please. I need you so bad. Please."

"You look so sexy when you beg." You said as your lips trailed further down Leah’s body. They softly grazed her hardened nipple underneath the fabric of her bra and she shuddered at the attention that they were getting.

Arching her back slightly, one of your hands snaked around to her back and unclasped her bra. Throwing the article of clothing somewhere in the room, you took one of her nipples into your mouth whilst your hand went to the other. Alternating between the two as you left hickeys across her chest.

You propped yourself up on your elbow, whilst your other hand travelled to the top of Leah’s inner thigh. Watching Leah intently as your hand finally reached its destination. How her chest was littered with dark hickeys, how her breathing was ragged, how her eyes were clenched shut. Leah let out a gasp when your hand finally came up and cupped her centre.

"God, you're soaked." You whispered as you easily slid two fingers inside of her. A ripple of pleasure soared through Leah’s body, making her tilt her head back into the pillow. The moan that she released was long and loud and she couldn't have stopped it even if she tried.

You curled your fingers and they hit a spot causing Leah to let out an almost pornographic moan. You pulled them out and repeated the action again, continuously getting the same reaction.

"Fuck that feels so good." Leha said to the best of her ability.

She threw her head back harder when she felt your fingers push harder into her and your palm dressed against her clit. With every curl of your fingers Leah thrusted her hips forward to meet you, wanting nothing more than for you to give it to her as hard and as fast as you possibly could.

Leah felt incredible and the added sensation of your palm pressing against her clit was heavenly, causing her stomach muscles to contract and her legs begin to shake. Leah’s breaths began to become more uneven and shaky with each passing second. Her muscles tightening around your fingers as you push them into her over and over again.

Moans and curse words were falling from Leah’s lips as she was begging you not to stop. One hand gripped your shoulder and her fingernails dug harshly into your back through your t-shirt whilst the other gripped the bed sheet beside her.

Leah was so close to her climax and once she was about to come tumbling down you removed your hand completely making Leah open her eyes and let out a whimper.

"Wh- why did you stop? I was so close." She panted.

"I didn't say you could cum yet." You said as you got up and off of the bed to your clothes before going back on top of Leah.

Slowly pulling off Leah’s panties you could finally see just how wet she was, clenching around nothing.

“You’re so beautiful.” You smirked as you felt Leah shudder and squirm underneath you.

Slowly, you re-entered a finger at an antagonising pace. You took in her appearance, noticing her eyes were dilated, her cheeks coated pink and her lips were swollen. You distributed kisses along her neck and collarbone before you picked up the pace of your finger inside her.

Pulling your face up, Leah kept her hands on your cheeks as you two kissed fervently. Biting on your lower lip, the blonde pulled away slightly, just so your noses were touching.

"Don’t stop."

You chuckled as Leah kissed you, trying to conceal her moan. You added a second finger into her and she bucked her hips up into your hand. Leah’s breathing quickly picked up in pace as the stimulation became greater.

Moving your lips down and away from Leah’s mouth, you trailed kisses along her jaw to her neck, between the valley of her breasts and along her stomach. Stopping just before you reach her clit.

Placing one kiss on the sensitive nub you feel Leah's body immediately react with pleasure. You let out a little chuckle whilst shaking your head before diving in, licking a long stripe up her pussy.

Your tongue flicked her clit making her squeeze your head between her legs from the sudden rush of pleasure.

"Oh fuck." Leah muttered as one of her hands gripped onto your hair and the other gripped the sheets under her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she succumbed to the pleasure she was feeling.

You angled your head up towards her and went further under her to lick more of her lower lips. You moved her legs so they were over your shoulders, allowing yourself more access. You held her firmly in place, inserting your tongue into her, licking every inch of her walls that you could.

It got to the point where Leah couldn't hold back anymore, and told you she was about to climax.

“Y/n- fuck- I’m gonna come.” Leah moaned.

“Hold it.” You said as you continued your onslaught.

“I can’t. Please. God! I’m gonna come.”

You moved your head away from Leah and replaced your mouth with your fingers once again. You easily slid back into her and continued to pleasure her in the best way possible. Leah's head was thrown back and her hair was stuck to her forehead. Sweat was dripping down her neck as she tried to chase after her high.

One hand went to grip the pillow and the other was tightened around your wrist as you fingered her.

“You look so beautiful like this.” You whispered.

You could feel her beginning to clamp around your fingers, her legs tightening either side of your hand and a noticeable tremble to her body.

It was obvious she was close and you wanted nothing more than to feel her cry out in a pure state of euphoria and come around your fingers.

“You can come, go on, I wanna see you come for me.”

Your encouragement seemed to be the only thing she needed to tip her over the edge as with a final curl of your fingers and a firm press of your thumb against her clit, she arched her back off the bed with her eyes screwed shut and her body shuddered as her orgasm washed over her.

You continued what you were doing, letting Leah ride out her high and waited for her breathing to regulate before you pulled your fingers out of her. Leah let out a small whine but let a smile take over her features. You brought your fingers to your mouth and sucked on them whilst keeping your eyes locked on hers.

Leah bit her lip at the sight and pulled your hand away from your mouth so she could pull you into a kiss. You both moaned as you could taste her present in the kiss.

Pulling away, your face was inches away from hers. Your hooded eyes both met, both of your mouths parted eliciting pants trying to regulate your heartbeats.

“That was amazing.” Leah smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” You said and you couldn’t help the grin appearing on your face. “Ready for round two?”

It was a couple of hours later and Leah had fallen asleep since your little rendezvous but you couldn’t find yourself able to settle. Checking your phone it was around 5:34 in the morning.

Huffing to yourself, you carefully pull yourself out from Leah’s grip, placing a pillow as a makeshift you. You made sure that Leah was covered with the duvet before you walked out onto the balcony.

Your fingers grasped the cold railing, causing a shiver to be sent down your spine. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath in, trying to ignore the multiple thoughts running around your brain.

After a deep breath out, you re-opened your eyes and took in your surroundings.

“You alright?” Leah’s voice was heard from behind you.

Turning around slowly you saw the defender wrapped up in the duvet still, her hair sticking up in all different directions, eyes so close to closing from the serious lack of energy but to you she still looked like the most beautiful person to ever walk the planet.

“Yeah, everything is fine. Go back to bed, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Somethings bothering you, y/n. I can tell.” Leah said as she took a step closer to you.

Sighing to yourself you turned around to look back at the scenery, feeling Leah stand beside you, placing a comforting hand on your back.

“How are you feeling?” You asked.

“Don't change the subject. Tell me whats up.”

“Nothing, it’s stupid.”

“Please, I’m your best friend, you can tell me anything.”

“That's the problem.”

“What?”

“I don't want you to be my best friend.”

“Y/n?” Leah asked, her voice cracking slightly. “What are you trying to say?”

You took a quick cleansing breath before you spoke again knowing this can go one of two ways.

“I want you to be more than that.”

“More?”

“I really like you, Leah. So much, but I can't keep doing what we’re doing.”

“You want to stop having sex with me?”

“No, well yes. But I don't want to be friends with benefits. It hurts too much.”

“Why?”

“Because I know I'm not actually yours.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“You know what I am trying to say.”

“No, no, I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” You said, picking the skin on your hands as a nervous habit.

Placing her hands on top of yours, Leah smiled to herself before replying. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

Snapping your head to the side, you hadn’t thought Leah would say that. “Really?”

“Yeah. i’ve liked you for a while now, i was just worried that because of our ‘friends with benefits’ situation you wouldn't want anything more than that.”

“God! We’re so stupid.”

“Hey! Not me, just you.”

“I’ll take the blame, I don't care. I just want to kiss you.” You said, turning to face the defender.

“No ones stopping you.”

“I really like you.” You whispered as you felt Leah's breath on your lips.

“I really like you too.” Leah smiled. “So much.”

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"The Most Divine Experience" ~ Castiel (requested)

GIF by dorky-dean

Summary: When Y/N, unknowing of the supernatural world, gets kidnapped by vampires, she would've never expected to be rescued by three (very attractive) supernatural creature hunters. However, the thing she would've expected even less than that is falling hard and fast for the trench-coated one.

Pairing: Castiel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,764

Content Warning: mentions of kidnapping, normal SPN-related themes, mild mention of abuse, swearing

Genre: Angst to Fluff (mostly fluff, just a lil angsty at the beginning), Strangers to Lovers

Extra Notes: i know this isn't exactly as long as you requested on the form but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!!

Based On the Request: "idk if you like when people give their ideas so i’ll add mine but you definitely don’t have to use it! i was kinda thinking that the boys + cas get a case and they meet the reader and they get to know her and cas becomes very protective of her and eventually he realizes he has feelings for her and fluff"

Originally Written: 01/25/2022

Supernatural masterlist can be found here!

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"Are you OK?" I heard a deep voice ask as he ran over to me.

As he began untying my wrists, I answered, "I think so."

"My name's Dean. We're gonna help you outta here," he replied.

I nodded in response as he tossed my arm around his shoulders. Dean could tell I was weak, but who wouldn't be after getting kidnapped by… vampires?

Honestly, I was still having a hard time processing it all. One moment I was going for a hike and the next thing I knew, I'd been knocked out. Then the next thing after that, I was tied to a pole in an old warehouse surrounded by people in leather with a second set of teeth.

Dean helped me into his car, into the backseat. Just then, I saw two other men coming out of the warehouse. One taller with long hair and the other, shorter and wearing a long coat. All three of them were attractive, I couldn't lie, but there was something about the one in the trench coat that was just… I couldn't describe it. He was that attractive.

"We couldn't find anything, Dean," the one with long hair said as he continued walking over to the car.

"How the hell did we lose an entire nest of vampires?" Dean asked sarcastically, running one of his hands over his much shorter hair.

"Hold on, did you say 'vampires'?" I inquired.

"'Fraid so," he answered.

"OK, either I slipped and hit my head during my hike or this is a hallucination."

"Sorry, sweetheart. Unfortunately, everything you saw back there was real. I'm sorry we couldn't ease ya into this."

"I'm sorry, let me get this straight. One minute, I was hiking in Yosemite Valley and then I was kidnapped by a group of vampires?" I questioned.

"Seems to be that way," the long haired one spoke once he reached the car. "I'm Sam," he said, holding out his hand.

As I shook his hand, I replied, "Y/N."

"Oh my, that is a really big gash on your forehead. Castiel!" he called for the one in the trench coat.

Castiel walked over and placed his hand on my forehead. Instantly, the burning feeling on my head was gone.

"What the hell?" I let slip.

"Actually, it's more like 'What the Heaven?' I'm an angel," Castiel spoke.

I was a bit flabbergasted by his statement. Somewhere in the midst of scratching my head and furrowing my eyebrows, I gave him a nod to show him I somewhat understood.

By this point, everyone had climbed into the car. Dean and Sam sat down in the front seat while Castiel sat down beside me.

"He's an angel," Sam explained, pointing to Castiel, "And we hunt just about every supernatural creature on this earth," this time, he pointed at himself and Dean.

"Except for him. We're cool with him," Dean spoke, nodding toward Castiel.

I awkwardly blinked a couple times, still unsure how to process all of this information.

"Well, now that we have our introductions out of the way, why don't we get you some place safe and sound?" Dean suggested as he began to crank the car up, not driving off just yet. "You got any folks in the area?"

I shook my head. "No one in the area. Just me and my… crap," I grumbled.

"What is it?" Castiel asked.

"I had a backpack with all of my clothes, my phone, all my essentials but I have no clue what they did with it. I didn't have it with me when I woke up."

"Hang on a minute," Sam said before heading around to the back of the car. He began to search through the trunk for something before getting back into the car, holding my backpack in his hand. "Is this it?"

"Don't tell me you guys know how to conjure things too."

"No, we actually found it on the path up here. It's actually how we figured out they must've kidnapped someone," he explained, placing the bag in my lap.

"Thank you," I said softly. "It actually wasn't just me. There were five of us tied up, I just happened to be the only one who didn't get infected. I didn't recognize any of them though."

"How many were there before anyone got infected?" Sam asked.

"Seven or eight, I think."

"A nest of fourteen vampires if they'd infected her? That's strange," he examined.

"Biggest one we've heard of was eleven and that's only because that one had lost his mate and needed somewhere to go," Dean added.

"They could be attempting to make an army," Castiel spoke up.

"Very well could be that," Dean said with a nod.

"Guys, wait a minute," Sam started, "Why would they save her for last?"

Dean turned to me. "Y/N, did any of the vampires look familiar to you?"

"One of them sort of resembled a girl I knew in high school but I don't think it was her. Why do you ask?"

"Nine times out of ten, the reason they save you is for some sort of vengeance. For instance, male vampires might save someone for last if he reminds him of some dude he got into a bar fight with. Other times, it might be something deeper like a female vamp killing someone who looked like her abusive father," Sam explained. "Did you have any problems with this one particular girl?"

"We ran against each other for class president one year. I also was the fastest runner on the track team and she was the second fastest," I explained.

"It's a bit of a stretch but it's not impossible," Dean commented, finally having driven off by this point.

"So, you're saying Lacey Tanner wanted to turn me into a vampire because I beat her at a track competition over a decade ago?"

"Appears that way," Sam added.

"Alright, here's the plan. Me and Sam are gonna try and track down these sons of bitches and try to kill 'em. If you're comfortable with it, we'll put you and Cas into a motel room for a couple nights until we find them, or at least this Lacey girl," Dean instructed us.

I nodded. "That's fine. I'd feel safe if I had someone watching over me."

"Alright then," he stated.

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[ three days later ]

It had been three days since I was rescued and I still found myself sitting around in a motel room. Fortunately, the room was pretty nice, plus it had a fridge and a TV. Unfortunately, I hadn't been allowed to leave the room, so I got really bored, really quick.

"Cas," I said, poking his cheek. Yes, I was that bored.

When he turned to look at me, he was straight-faced yet somehow the most confused I'd ever seen anyone.

"Cassie, I'm bored," I told him, poking his cheek once more.

"I'm not sure how to fix that," he replied honestly.

I exhaled deeply, standing up from the bed and grabbing my coat.

"Where are you going?" Castiel asked.

"Anywhere that's not here," I answered. "I'm tired of staring at these same four walls."

"But Dean and Sam instructed me to keep you here. That way I can ensure your safety."

"Listen, Cassie. I'm not gonna stop living my life just because some crazy chick from my junior year of high school has a problem with me. If you wanna come with, that's great. If not, you can stay here and explain why you aren't with me, ensuring my safety."

And with that, I walked out the door. Almost as soon as I closed it, the sound of it opening once again could be heard. I smirked to myself before turning back to face him.

"Just, please don't do anything irrational. I don't want you to get hurt," he admitted.

This was probably the first time in the entire three days I'd known him that he'd shown emotion.

"I'm not gonna get hurt as long as you're there to protect me," I told him, grabbing his hand.

He flinched a little at first, but allowed his hand to settle into mine. "Where would you like to go first?"

"Well, I'm dying for some food that isn't stale cereal," I giggled.

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About an hour later, we found ourselves at a park, having a picnic and looking over the view of Yosemite. Cas couldn't eat human food, seeing as he wasn't technically a human, so I was the only one enjoying the food we'd bought, but I was considering it a picnic nonetheless.

"This is beautiful," I exhaled contentedly.

"Yeah, it is," Cas replied as I turned to look at him. I realized he wasn't looking over the mountains like I was. He was looking at me.

I turned back to face the view, attempting to hide my blush from him.

I couldn't lie, even though I'd only known Castiel for three days, I'd fallen for him pretty quickly. Hell, I'd even started calling him "Cassie", even when he'd informed me that he didn't let anyone call him that.

I had wondered if Cas had meant to be so overprotective in the beginning. I also wondered if his protectiveness had been caused by Sam and Dean's concerns for me or his own personal concerns.

"I wonder how Sam and Dean's hunt is going," I changed the subject, taking a drink of my lemonade afterward.

"Dean called this morning and told me they were certain that they were on the brink of catching the vampires who kidnapped you."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You looked very peaceful this morning. I didn't want to wake you. And you seemed like you needed the sleep. You didn't sleep the first night I was with you."

I blushed a little at his response.

I could've spent the whole night there, staring out at the mountains, sitting criss-cross applesauce on that little plaid blanket, and attempting to hold back from grabbing Cas's hand.

There weren't many things I'd consider perfect. In fact, I often wondered if perfection was something you could even achieve in the first place. But this, this was the most divine thing I could've ever experienced.

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A couple hours passed and Castiel and I arrived back at the motel. We walked in the door, hand-in-hand and giggling about who knows what. I hadn't smiled that big in a long time, and I was glad that it was Cas who'd put that smile on my face.

As we opened the door, we saw Sam and Dean standing in the middle of the room. Sam had one of those looks that a disappointed mother would give her child after finding out she'd snuck out to her boyfriend's house, while Dean appeared rather pissed off.

"Where the hell have you two been?" Dean asked, somewhere between a shout and normal speaking volume.

"Uh-"

"I took her out," Cas answered before I could mutter anything else.

"Took her out," Dean whispered to himself, rolling his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose before continuing, "What? Like on a date?"

"No. I just thought Y/N could use some fresh air, so we went for a walk."

"A walk that lasted for at least three hours?" Sam butted in.

I checked my watch. Had Cas and I really been gone for over four hours at this point?

"Uh-"

This time, I cut him off. "Well, Cas felt bad that I never got to finish my hike the other day so he took me hiking."

"In a sundress?" Sam asked, examining my outfit.

Neither Castiel nor I could come up with an explanation for that one.

"You two are bad liars. You know that?" Dean pointed out before popping a piece of stale cereal into his mouth. "OK, I see why you wanted to leave. I couldn't live on stale Cheerios either."

"So, how did the hunt go?" I changed the subject, sitting down on the edge of the motel bed.

"We destroyed every single one of their asses so you don't have to worry about any of them coming for you anymore," Dean explained. "Then, we got back here so we could give you the news but uh, you see where that got us."

"Well, as you can see, we turned out fine. We're OK," I replied.

"Seriously, where the hell were you guys for over three hours?"

"Actually, Dean, we were gone for approximately four hours and ten minutes."

"And you just happen to know that?" he asked Castiel sarcastically.

"I remembered what time we left and looked at what time it is now. Then, I did the math in my head and figured it up," Cas explained his method.

Sam stood before slightly tugging at his brother's arm. "We're gonna rent a room of our own for the night and figure out where to go from here in the morning."

I sent him an understanding nod before watching the two walk out of the motel room, seeming more exhausted than I was when I'd been kidnapped.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower," I told Cas. "Do you think you can entertain yourself until I get back?" I asked with a slight giggle.

"I think so," he answered.

☆☆☆

As I exited the bathroom, I was greeted by the sight of Castiel watching a random cartoon and laughing harder than I'd ever heard one person laugh.

I smiled to myself, sitting down beside him on the motel bed. I began combing through my freshly-washed hair, taking in the sight of him.

"I thought angels couldn't experience emotions," I pointed out.

"We're not supposed to, but I've been experiencing a lot of them lately," he explained.

I changed the subject, not wanting to try to attempt to understand how angels worked. "Hey, thank you for covering for me earlier."

"I don't mind. I'd rather Dean yell at me than you," he replied.

I continued to brush out my hair, my head turned toward him. "Hey, I thought angels weren't allowed to lie."

"I made an exception for you."

I giggled a little before saying, "Well, thank you for making me feel so special, Cassie."

We sat for a moment in dead silence as I finished combing the rest of my hair. He had an indecipherable expression on his face. I noticed that I had a strange feeling in my gut, like something was pulling me toward Cas. Like I wanted to kiss him for eternity.

"Hey, Cas," I started.

"Hmm?" he hummed almost silently.

"I'm gonna do something, and if at any time you feel uncomfortable or you don't want me to continue, just tell me to stop. Is that OK?"

He nervously nodded, like he didn't know exactly what to say.

I took a deep breath in through my nose before leaning in close to him. I gave him a short kiss the first time, leaning back and looking at him a certain way, almost as if to gain his consent. He nodded with eager eyes, like he hadn't wanted me to stop the first time. When I leaned back in the second time, his lips moved with mine, kissing me back.

I could tell he'd never kissed anyone before. Not from how bad of a kisser he was, in fact, he was actually doing fairly well for a first kisser. I could tell because of how hesitant he was. Like any wrong move would hurt me.

We kissed for a moment more, as though neither of us wanted to pull away. It wasn't until I realized that I needed air that I forced myself to pull away. I took in a soft but deep breath, looking him over to see if he had any sort of reaction.

He caught me off guard when he said, "I wish we had done that sooner."

I gave him a smile, silently agreeing with him in my head. I could've sworn I saw his eyes sparkling after he said that. Once again, I asked if I could kiss him, this time stating, "I wouldn't be opposed to doing that again. If you're OK with it."

"I'd be very much OK with it," he admitted, almost like he was even more eager than me to kiss again.

And so, we leaned in once again, meeting in the middle. Our lips fit together perfectly, like the last two puzzle pieces in a jigsaw puzzle.

Earlier, when I said our picnic was the most divine thing I'd ever experienced, I lied. Kissing Castiel, that was the most divine thing I'd ever experienced.

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dykejake · 3 years ago

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innate magic | chapter three

pairing: josh kiszka x f!reader

words: 3.5k

warnings: 18+ content! penetrative sex. if I find out minors are reading this you will be blocked <3

summary: you meet a man in a bar, who you’re pretty sure you recognize from the local trader joe’s. he says he doesn’t work there, but that doesn’t mean you two don’t hit it off.

a/n: y/n in this fic is written with the intent of being plus size. if that doesn’t jive with you, you are 100% welcome to imagine her as either an OC or simply scroll past. much love!

thank you @fosterkidwiththebrokenjaw for pre-reading for me, I love you!

part one | part two

He had barely been out the door for 7 minutes before you had a voice note from an unknown number, then a text after.

[unknown]: this is josh, by the way :)

[unknown]: I am trusting that you won’t post my phone number on the internet

You typed out your response quickly, then added him to your contacts, then hit play on the voice note. Your volume was all the way up, and you regretted it instantly, as the sound of him singing What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? at the very top of his lungs came from your phone’s speaker.

“When the bells all ring and the horns all blow

And the couples we know are fondly kissing

Will I be with you or will I be among the missing?

Maybe it's much too early in the game

Ah, but I thought I'd ask you just the same

What are you doing New Year's, New Year's eve?

Actually though, do you have new year’s eve plans? If not, I was wondering if maaaaaybe you wanted to join me, my brothers, and Danny? It’ll be at Danny’s, nothing too exciting, just a chill hang out. Totally no obligation, you’re free to say no, but I just wanted to invite you, I think we really hit it off. Let me know!”

You weren’t normally a voice note kinda gal, but you got the idea that Josh much preferred to communicate through voice note than text, so you pressed the record button and started to speak.

“I did sorta have New Year’s eve plans, with my sister and her weird boyfriend, but you are literally my hero giving me an excuse to ditch. I’d be absolutely thrilled to join you and everyone else you listed, but PLEASE know I’m god awful with names and absolutely will not remember them by the time I get there. You let me know where I’m going, and I will be there. Also, let me know what everyone is wearing? I hate being overdressed but also hate being underdressed. Can I bring something? Is this too many questions? Let me know.”

As soon as you were done sending the voice note, you dialled your roommate’s number and waited while it rang.

“Hi, bestie! HOW WAS YOUR NIGHT?”

You giggled at her enthusiasm.

“Wellllllll… if I say the name Josh Kiszka, does that mean anything to you?”

“Greta Van Fleet, right? What about him?”

“Uhhhhh.”

“OH! OH! OH MY GOD, Y/N! OH MY GOD! HOLY SHIT!”

You laughed as she screamed at you through the phone, holding it back from your ear so that you didn’t go deaf.

“WELL TELL ME, HOW WAS IT?”

“Really, really, good bestie. Like, really good. And he gave me his number? AND invited me to New Year’s? Anyways, enough about me. What happened with your night?”

“I do not want to talk about my night, I want to talk about yours. You’re going to New Year’s, yes?”

“Yes, I already agreed to it. And no, I’m not inviting you - I don’t want to push my luck.”

“Oh god no, you have your new year’s eve with a famous fucking band. I’m sure I’ll get to meet him when you two live happily ever after and get married.”

“Oh, PLEASE. Anyways, I’m going to hang up now, and see if he has responded.”

“Okay! I LOVE YOU, AND YOU DESERVE THIS HAPPINESS!”

“Calm down, we slept together once!”

“STILL.”

You giggled and then hung up, checking notifications and feeling a little crestfallen when you noticed there was no voice note from him.

You made your way back upstairs and collected your clothing, changing out of his shirt into the jumpsuit, hoping he wouldn’t mind if you borrowed his boxers forever. You found your clutch on the stairs, tossed aside in the activities of last night. Everything about his home was comforting - and you sat down on the stairs and just thought about it for a moment.

The feeling was overwhelming, actually. You had a chance with a man who made your heart feel like you were going to explode into rainbows. He’d met you for one night, fucked you into absolute oblivion, and then invited you to spend NYE with him. How did you avoid fucking this up?

As you felt anxiety washing over you, feelings of worry and terror, your phone vibrated with a new voice note. You took a few deep breaths and let yourself calm down before hitting play, instantly made happier by his pleasant voice.

“I was going to read you out the address, then realized that was completely stupid, so I’m going to text that to you day of so you don’t lose it. For what to wear - whatever the hell you want. Danny will probably dress up, Sam will too, and Jake will look like a hobo but make it fashion. I tend to wear the same thing, so just a crewneck and khakis. You don’t have to bring anything but you are welcome to, if there’s any snacks you love and just can’t pass up please feel free to bring them, but we also provide PLENTY of food so you don’t have to. Not too many questions! And so excited to spend NYE with you. See you there.”

After listening to his voice note, you gathered up your stuff and left his home, being extra extra sure to leave the front door locked and headed home.

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The days between your night at Josh’s and NYE passed much quicker than you ever could’ve imagined, and you found yourself rushing to get ready to head over to Danny’s. Josh had texted you the address, told you to be there around 7, and made sure you knew it was Danny’s house and not his.

You had decided to dress up - but only a little, so that you weren’t overdressed if you stood beside Jake. There was another jumpsuit in your closet, purple velvet with a rainbow across the stomach, that you hadn’t gotten to wear out yet and had strong NYE vibes, so you put that on and did the tiniest bit of makeup. You gathered your purse, and headed out the door, so that you could be there promptly for 5 to 7.

When you knocked on the door, a tall man with long curly dark hair opened it and gave you a confused look.

“Hi?”

You made a hopefully safe guess that this was Danny - he didn’t look like a brother of Josh’s - so you hoped for the best.

“Hi, Danny! I’m y/n, Josh invited me.”

“Oh!” He opened the door all the way and beckoned you in. “Come on in. Sorry, I didn’t recognize you and we were trying to keep tonight’s get together small. Josh isn’t here yet. It is kinda funny that you’re here 5 minutes early, he’s always late.”

“Oh!” You laughed at Danny’s observation, but could feel yourself getting anxious at the idea of being in a group of people (they were IN A BAND) without a person you knew. Danny looked back at you as he led you down a hall. “It’s really nice to meet you, y/n!”

You smiled at him, hoping he could not tell how anxious you suddenly had gotten. He smiled back, warmly, and you calmed a little. No wonder their band was so popular - if the other two had the same ability to radiate warmth as both Josh and Danny, they must be incredibly kind people.

You turned a corner to what was clearly a lounge area, Danny holding out an arm to present you to the only other person who was already there.

“Sam, meet y/n!”

You were pulled into a warm embrace by Sam. He pecked you on the cheek, making you blush, then pulled back from the hug to smile at you.

“It’s nice to meet you!”

“You too, Sam!”

Beyond that - you were feeling incredibly awkward, and weren’t sure what to do.

“Uhh… where can I put my bag down?”

Danny pointed at a bar stool and smiled, and you shrugged your bag down your shoulder and let it drop onto the stool he had indicated. You moved your arms back and forth, not sure how to break the tension of meeting new people, and Sam seemed to notice.

“I know the other two are still coming, but they’re ALWAYS late, so shall we pull some of the food out?”

“I’ll do cocktails,” Danny announced, looking pointedly at Sam. “Do you have a go to, y/n?”

“Oh, I - uhhh. Really does depend what you have. I really like bellinis.”

“Oh, crud. I don’t have peach juice in, but I’ll make sure to get some if you’re coming by more often. Anything else?”

“Vodka ginger ale?”

“THAT I can make happen for you. Coming right up!”

Danny dramatically put some ice cubes in a cup, poured a shot of vodka in, and filled the glass the rest of the way with ginger ale and handed it to you.

“So, uhh… how did you and Josh meet?”

You lit up at Sam’s question (and clear intent to start a conversation with you).

“Did he not tell you?”

“No! He just told us he’d met a really nice person at a bar and that you were coming to New Year’s.”

“Oh, god. So, I went to the bar with my roommate, right? A guy bought us some drinks but was only interested in her, so I went by myself to the bar. I noticed Josh’s hair out of the corner of my eye, and then stared at him for a bit because it looked SO familiar to me. I thought he was this one guy who worked at Trader Joe’s - I really did!”

Sam pointed at you and interrupted your story. “I TOLD him that that bagger at Trader Joe’s looked like him! I TOLD HIM.”

“Right? So anyways, I felt the need to explain why I was staring at him, because I didn’t wanna be creepy, and explained the Trader Joe’s thing. In hindsight, he’s probably so used to people staring at him, but obviously I didn’t fucking know that! So, yeah, we got talking and everything kinda happened from there.”

Danny and Sam were both laughing at your story, Sam shaking his head.

“Of course that’s how he meets someone. Very, very Josh of him.”

“When did you clock who he actually was, then?” Danny inquired, taking a generous sip of the drink he had just finished making himself as he made eye contact with you.

You blushed and looked down at the floor. “Uhhh. Morning after.”

Sam raised his eyebrows at you. “You mean he didn’t tell you before?”

“Well - sort of. He told me he was in a band, and offered to show me your music, but I had kinda assumed he meant a wedding cover band and honestly? Had other things on my mind.”

Sam threw back his head, then, a genuine and deep belly laugh escaping him. “Okay, fair enough. You knew what you wanted, I love to see it.”

“What’s funny to me is that you were happy to just sleep with a guy who made a living in a wedding cover band, y/n.”

Danny’s retort made you shrug. “He’s got hot energy, Danny.”

Suddenly, you heard a door open and a familiar voice shout.

“Life of the party is here! And Jake, I guess.”

You heard rustling bags and then saw the two of them turn the corner. Josh’s face grew into a massive smile when he saw you, his volume lowering and his voice warm.

“Y/n! You made it.”

He dropped everything he was holding and made his way over to you, pulling you into a side hug and kissing you on the cheek.

“So THIS is the famous y/n! It’s so nice to meet you.”

Jake held a hand out to you and you shook it firmly.

“Likewise, Jake.”

“Y/n just told us how you two met, Josh. No wonder you didn’t want to tell us, it’s proof that the Trader Joe’s thing is true.”

Sam’s comment made you smile, but Josh frown.

“I don’t think he looks like me! The hair is close, but everything else is totally different. TOTALLY.”

“He looks more like you than I do, Josh.”

“That is simply NOT true! Danny, tell them.”

Danny held his hands in the air. “I am not getting involved in this.”

“It’s not a BAD thing, Josh. Besides, clearly it got you a cute girl, so why are you complaining?”

Josh turned his head to smile at you, brightly. “Yeah, you’re right. I should probably let it go…”

You stood awkwardly again, looking around you and completely unsure what to do.

It wasn’t very long until the awkwardness had completely dissipated. Sam had invited you to play mariokart with him (and you had beaten him twice), Jake had won two rounds of UNO against you and Danny, and then you and Josh were dancing side by side. They’d let you connect your phone to the speaker, despite your protests of your embarrassing music taste, and now you and Josh were dancing to Electric Feel.

You had kinda forgotten that you two weren’t alone, him behind you with his hand on your waist, and he nuzzled his face into your neck and kissed there.

“Why don’t we go somewhere else?” You whispered to him, hoping nobody else would hear.

He hummed against your neck, grabbing your hand and pulling you down the hallway. You were trying very hard not to giggle, feeling like a teenager, but not wanting his bandmates to hear. He pulled you into the washroom and locked the door. You pulled him to you, kissing him aggressively, trying not to make any noise.

He turned you around, making you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Look how pretty you are when you’re all worked up, baby.”

You tried not to moan, but he bit down on your neck, making you gasp.

“You can make noise, honey.”

“What if they hear me?” You whispered.

“They don’t care, I promise.”

He reached up and slid the sleeves of your jumpsuit down your shoulders, sensually kissing down your back as he did so.

“I need to stop wearing these.”

“I don’t care, I’m used to taking them off.” He hummed against you again, making you shiver. “No tape this time?”

“I didn’t think you’d mind what they look like.”

“I don’t.”

He reached around you and dipped his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, making you gasp again, reaching you arm behind you to grip his neck. You moaned his name as he brushed against your clit, sliding a finger between your folds to gather your slick.

“All for me, baby?”

“Aaaaaalllllll for you.”

He let go of you for a moment, reaching to pull a drawer open and pulled a condom out of it.

“Sorry. I know where Danny keeps them.”

He passed it to you, and you ripped the packet open while he pushed his trousers down.

You turned slightly to roll the condom onto him, then pushed your underwear down, waiting for him. You felt slightly like a horny teenager with your jumpsuit and pants gathered around your ankles, but you also didn’t care, you just wanted Josh.

“Are you ready?”

“Mmmmm.”

He pushed into you from behind, then, making you moan out loud. He bit into your shoulder, quickly pushing his tongue against your skin to soothe it. You couldn’t get words out, so you tapped his neck, letting him know that he could move. You, however, did not expect the soft, sunshine man to reach up to your neck, gripping your chin to make you look directly in the mirror.

“I want you to see. I want you to see how fucking gorgeous you are while I fuck you.”

You moaned, watching your face in the mirror as you did, your face reddening.

He began to thrust into you, roughly. You moved both hands to grip the counter in front of you, knuckles turning white. You bit down on your own tongue - knowing he didn’t care if they heard you, but still not wanting to be too loud.

He seemed to sense that you were holding back, so the hand that had been digging into your hip travelled across your skin to rub your clit - lazily, first, then faster. Your breathing quickened, the pleasure overwhelming. You gripped the counter harder, closing your eyes.

His grip on your chin tightened, not painful, but assertive.

“Eyes open, baby. You know I want you to watch.”

You obeyed, opening your eyes. He continued to move in you, continued to rub your clit, and you could hear yourself moaning loud enough that the others could absolutely hear. His name left your lips like a prayer, over and over, and you could hear his breathing get erratic as his pattern slowed. At the same time, you maintained your grip on the counter as the knot in your stomach tightened and you could feel yourself reaching your peak.

“I’m so close, baby.”

You met his eyes in the mirror, barely able to speak.

“Me too, Josh, fuck.”

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby. Wanna see you watch yourself in the mirror as you come all over my dick, so so pretty for me.”

His words got you there, and your walls clenched around him as you came. He held you up as your knees weakened, not wanting you to fall. And you kept your eyes open the whole time - watching, just as he had instructed.

As you rode out your high, he reached his, spilling into the condom and breathing heavily. He stayed inside you for a moment, breathing returning to normal. He kissed softly across your back, letting go of your chin and lovingly stroking your arm.

“You did so good, baby.”

You giggled. “Thank you, Josh.”

He pulled out of you, taking the condom off and chucking it in the garbage before pulling his trousers back up. He helped you pull the jumpsuit back on with a tenderness that directly opposed his previous actions with you, kissing gently in the valley between your breasts and then kissing your lips softly.

“So, do we try pretend that we weren’t just doing that, or…?”

“They won’t say anything, I promise. Everyone fucks, they know that.”

“Okay.” You kissed him again, as delicately as you could, then attempted to smooth your hair down before washing your hands. He followed suit, then opened the bathroom door with a little flourish. You giggled, then exited.

You braced yourself for jokes, wolf whistles, anything, despite what Josh had said - but were pleasantly surprised. Danny was holding a glass out to you, and nobody said a thing.

“Made you another vodka ginger ale.”

“Thanks, Danny!” Your smile was bright, thankful that they had clearly heard you but also clearly didn’t care even a bit.

“Only 15 minutes to the new year!” Sam said. He opened his mouth to say something, but Jake smacked his arm.

“I know what you want to say, and don’t do it.”

“I don’t know whatever you could mean.”

Jake gave him a pointed look, clearly a warning, then held out a tray to you.

“Cookie? I made them, and I promise they’re good.”

You thanked him and took one off the tray, gently nibbling on it. He was 100% correct, they WERE good cookies. You finished your mouth, holding your hand over it as you did, then spoke.

“They are genuinely good, Jake.”

He smiled, warmly. “Thank you VERY much. You may stay around.”

You smiled back, then Josh wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I’d like her to, too.”

“And me, actually.” Danny chimed in.

“Me too!” Sam added, a smirk on his face. He was very clearly biting his tongue - but also not at your expense, like you were sometimes used to with men - but playfully and gently. “You can COME over any time.”

Jake put the cookies down on the kitchen counter, then turned to hit Sam.

“I TOLD you NO!”

Sam laughed and rubbed his arm where Jake had hit him. “Worth it.”

You laughed out loud, genuinely not minding the joke - if that was the worst these boys were going to say about you, it was miles better than some of the shit you were used to. You felt safe, comfortable, and wanted in this group of people.

You five continued to chat and joke around until it was time for the countdown, then stood with your arms all around each other to shout out the countdown.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

Josh pulled you into a kiss, loving and warm, as the others shouted “Happy New Year!” With massive smiles on their faces.

This was your first New Year’s kiss, and you were happier than you could ever have the words for.

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spencestyles · 3 years ago

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The Other Woman

summary: spencer and meave have a toxic relationship after saving diane and the new agent doesn’t help

pairing: meave x spencer, spencer x BAU!reader

warnings: angst (lowkey), cursing, broken relationship, fluff

words: 4k+

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Ever since the team and I stopped Diane from killing Maeve, things were different. When I dreamed about meeting Maeve, I thought things would be perfect, we would be a match made in heaven. But after finding out important things she felt to leave out (like she was engaged), the spark was seeming to fade and just genuinely getting to know her personality. Of course our new agent wasn't any help either.

y/n y/l/n

She was different from any other girl I had met. She was smart and a great listener, she was determined to keep learning. She didn't try to outsmart me like Maeve had begun to do. Her biggest talent and asset to the team was her interrogation skills.

"Brian, I know how you are feeling," y/n said to the unsub. "You are upset your dad left you and upset that he left you with your mother."

"She was never a mother," Brian screamed. "That dirty whore didn't know her left from her right."

"The girls?" y/n asked. "Did they know their right from their left?"

"I wouldn't know, I didn't do anything to them," Brian said.

"Well I do, I looked into their background, all single mothers, husband left. They weren't dirty Brian, they were doin-"

"YES THEY WERE. They are all whores. I tried to help them, to help their children. But they were just like she was, a whore."

Since the first day she arrived, I've been enthralled by her presence. Maeve asked to move in around a month ago, I said no. She was so upset it was almost pitiful. It had been an argument that continued for weeks and was heated tonight at our at home dinner date. "Why, Spencer, why can't I move in with you?" She yelled at me.

"Because I barely know you," I yelled back, quickly calming down. "We may have been talking on the phone, but we have known each other in person for five months. I just, Meave, I'm going through a rough time at work. It wouldn't be good for you to move in right now." I made a large breath as Maeve roughly stood up from the table.

"Is there someone else?" Maeve asked. "That new agent, (wrong name), or whatever-"

"y/n"

"Like I said, whatever. Are you talking to her, is there something going on?"

"Maeve, there is nothing going on between y/n and I," I explained. "She is a new agent, she is young, she is like I was when I joined the BAU. I am just trying to help her get settled."

"Why can't JJ do that? She was young when she joined."

"Because JJ was the communications liaison then, she didn't become a profiler until two years ago."

"Whatever," Maeve said, grabbing her purse. "I'm leaving, I need to think."

Thank God

"Ok, we need to talk about this," I said. Maeve muttered something before slamming the door.

Moments like this made me question the relationship I created with Maeve. Maybe it's because I never really knew her. I knew her job and that she was smart, but I didn't know how clingy she was or bitchy and competitive. I don't blame Diane for being so upset. Why was she so upset about y/n, I mean y/n is gorgeous and smart. But she is so young, she's only 24. Tomorrow was going to be a good day, tomorrow I was finally going to make some decisions about Maeve.

Waking up the next morning felt like a chore. The sound of my phone going off was much worse than my alarm clock.

"Reid."

"Spencie, it's y/n," the angelic voice I was longing to hear was music to my ears at 3 in the morning. "We have a case, JJ called me and told me to call you. Which thinking about it is a little strange- wait that's not the point of this call. I need you to pick me up."

"Yeah I can come get you," I said rushing around. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Thanks Spencie, I owe you big time."

Running around my room, I tried to pick my best outfit. y/n loved when I dressed in blue or purple, so I decided I would dress in blue this fine morning. My light blue button down and my tight navy pants, made me look a sexy professional as I would say, so would Derek (and hopefully y/n). I hated driving, but I would never tell y/n that, she is too cute when singing in the car for me to say no to her.

On my way to her apartment (which was very small and in a terrible area), I began to think about what y/n said on the call. JJ called me and told me to call you. Why wouldn't JJ just call me. I mean I do tell JJ about my problems with Maeve and my schoolboy crush on y/n, but she was so upset when I first said it.

"Maeve is literally your dream girl Spence, why are you trying to stop that? And for y/n, now I know she is smart and wow, she is hot, but Spence, she is 24. She still has a lot of growing up to do. Also, I didn't work my ass off to save Maeve for you to end things with her."

JJ was right, y/n was too young and too naive to know what she wanted. Hell, I didn't even know what I wanted. I fell for a girl over the phone and then realized she's not at all what I thought. I should have known.

Arriving at y/n's apartment building I texted her a quick 'here' before noticing her car tire had been slashed. The passenger door opened and y/n sat down handing me a large coffee in her typical reusable to-go cups. "y/n you didn't have to bring me coffee," I said.

"Spence, it's three in the morning and you are driving," you said with a straight face. "I brought you the coffee so you wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel and we would die." I laughed before taking a big swig of the drink and heading to the office.

"I saw your tire had been slashed, what happened?"

"I don't know, JJ called me so I went out to get my go-bag from the car because I left my good mug in it and I saw the tire was slashed. I have no idea how it happened or why, it's really annoying though, I just got new tires." The situation with y/n's tire was strange, I mean she lives in a complex where nearly twenty cars are out front if they aren't in the back lot. Why only her car? Maybe it was nothing special, just a coincidence.

y/n heard my phone ring and looked at the screen, "It's Maeve," showing me the screen. "Why is your girlfriend calling you at 3:30 in the morning?"

"I have no clue y/n, leave it to ring out. I'll get to her later."

This has happened before. When I drop y/n off from a case that ran late or after a night with the team. I get calls and texts from Maeve enraged. Does she honestly not understand we work together. We live less than six minutes from each other, so when we ride together it's not like either of us are going out of our way.

After spending most of the car ride singing to Taylor Swift, we arrived at Quantico and rushed to the elevators. We weren't late, but y/n liked to be early so she didn't look sweaty for the team.

"Why do you hate looking sweaty?" I asked her.

"Well, when our Unit Chief is a TOTAL dilf, I'd like to at least look nice," she said smiling. I frowned. "Kidding Spence, not totally, but I like to look nice because I am still proving my spot on this team and good hygiene is very respectable."

Of course she has a crush on Hotch, not that she has daddy issues or anything. But they are so close and the validation he gives her is a bit too much to be work appropriate. I'm honestly just so glad its not Derek she has a crush on.

"That makes sense, I'm going to call Maeve to she what she needed," I said stepping towards the conference room. "She's been calling me non stop." y/n nodded as she rubbed paper towels on her armpits.

Right as I was about to dial Maeve, her name flashed across my screen, "Hello."

"Spencer, what the hell," she screamed. "Why were you at y/n's at three in the morning."

"Maeve, tell me where I am right now," I said.

"You are at work Spencer," She answered. "But that is besides the point. Why did YOU pick her up?"

"BECAUSE WE WERE GOING TO WORK AND SHE LIVES SIX MINUTES FROM ME," I yelled, tired of her assumptions and bitchy, clingy behavior. "JJ called y/n and told her to tell me we had a case and her car's tire was slashed so she asked for a ride. There is no harm in that."

Maeve let out a large breath, "I don't want you around her anymore."

"What, I can't do that, we work together," I laughed.

"Quit," she said shortly. "Or tell Hotch that she is terrible to work with and isn't qualified for the team."

"Maeve, you are angry. I'm not quitting and y/n is very qualified at her job, Hotch wouldn't believe me."

"Then why do you help her if she's qualified?"

"I told you that last night, this conversation is over." I hung up the phone hearing her protests. I looked over and saw the team looking at me, they obviously had heard the interaction. y/n looked confused. Why was she being brought into this?

The team walked into the conference room, "Garcia, you can begin," Hotch said. Turning to me he said, "We will talk about this before we leave." I nodded. I didn't listen to Garcia presenting the case, but I looked at y/n. She looked like she had been crying, I don't know why, hopefully it wasn't me. After the presentation, Hotch gave us thirty minutes to gather ourselves before we needed to be on the jet.

He pulled me into his office, "What was that in the conference room?"

"Maeve thinks I'm cheating on her with y/n," I said. "It's not a big deal."

Hotch looked at me sternly, "Well it becomes a big deal when our newest agent tells me she should transfer because she doesn't like that she's interfering with your relationship. Now y/n cannot be transferred, she is an asset to this team and the team loves her. You need to sort your shit out with Maeve." I nodded and walked out the door over to y/n's desk where she was getting her small things together.

As soon as she saw me walking over, she began to walk away, "y/n wait."

"I'm going to see Penelope," She said, not looking at me. Even without looking directly at me, the tear stains were evident.

I looked over at JJ who had seen the whole interaction, "JJ what do I do?"

"Well Spencer, you need to either break up with Maeve or get over your crush on y/n," She said sarcastically. "In my opinion, you should break up with Maeve anyway. After hearing that phone call, I think she sounded toxic and manipulative. Give y/n some space, she just got a lot thrown at her. She thinks she's a homewrecker."

I sighed, "I know I need to end things with Maeve, but I feel so horrible."

"You feel horrible even though she treats you like that?" JJ asked, shocked.

"I just don't want her to think I led her on or I actually was cheating on her with y/n."

"You may not be cheating on her with y/n, but Spence," I looked up at her. "You like y/n, you can't deny that. y/n still is the other woman, whether its intimate or not."

JJ was right, I was about to walk up to Penelope's office when Derek reminded us we had to leave. Looking ahead, I saw y/n talking with Hotch. She looked upset and Hotch looked concerned, but when he looked over at me, he was pissed.

As we made it to the entrance of the jet, I told JJ and Derek I would meet them on the jet, wanting to talk to Hotch, "Hey, what did y/n say to you?"

"She told me this was her last case," Hotch said. "She gave Strauss resignation forms and is going to be an elementary art teacher. Now she isn't even transferring. Fix this now or you will be suspended from cases and you will be staying back and doing paperwork until I see fit. You and your relationship problems should not have led to y/n leaving the team."

To say I was shocked was an understatement. y/n was leaving the team. She was leaving because of me. Because I was so enchanted by her smile and the slight gleam in her eye.

Worst of all, she isn't even staying in the FBI. She is going to do the job she said she always wanted to do after the FBI. y/n always told me she wanted to stay in the FBI and then when it got to be too much, she wanted to teach art.

You may say I'm a terrible person for basically emotionally cheating on Maeve, but Maeve and I would never work in the long run. She may have been my back then, but she will never be my forever.

Walking onto the jet, I felt the hostile stares of my teammates. y/n sat at the corner of the jet, alone, reading her favorite book, Little Women. While the book is very boring in my opinion, I understand the appeal to y/n. A strong female lead who doesn't believe in the common standards in her time period. Much like Jo March, y/n was strong willed. She always put up a challenge to the ideas she opposed.

I unfortunately, was Theodore Lawrence in this situation. In love with Jo March, but I needed to show it to her. The only and strongest difference was that I am in a relationship.

I need to end it with Maeve.

That however, will be easier said than done. Maeve is much like Amy March: annoying, greedy, easily angered, jealous, and most of all the one that is settled for.

But no, I, Spencer Reid, will not settle for Amy, I am going to get Jo.

I was walking over to y/n when I was stopped by Rossi, "Don't make it any worse than it already is, kid." Appalled, I looked at him and then the team. Their faces all said the same thing only Rossi was able to make into words. I decided to sit not near them and not near y/n. I sat by myself and created a plan to keep y/n at the BAU.

The plan went as so:

1. Convince y/n to stay and explain relationship problems with Maeve

2. Break up with Maeve

3. Tell y/n what truly happened with Maeve (phone calls, kidnapping, and after)

4. Tell y/n feelings (and pray she feels the same)

This plan was definitely going to be easier said than done. The hardest part being breaking up with Maeve.

The case wasn't eventful and easy to figure out. The unsub was killing people who looked like his wife that left him at the altar. Not once did Hotch put me with y/n, understandably. Instead, y/n spent her time with JJ and Hotch.

I decided to not talk to anyone because I needed to devise my plan. I needed to break up with Maeve, but make sure I kept y/n out of it. That was going to be the challenge, Maeve was going to blame the break up on y/n. I decided to text Maeve a quick 'jet is landing. I'm coming over. We have things to discuss.'

I turned off my phone, knowing Maeve would start blowing it up. The jet landed and I went to begin step one, but Derek stopped me from going towards her further, "Pretty Boy, I know you want things to get right with Pretty Girl, but give her space. Just a little and sort things out with Maeve. After hearing what JJ and y/n have said about her, you should end things.

I nodded and sprinted to my car, seeing as y/n got a ride with Penelope. The ride over to Maeve's house was tense, even though I was alone. I couldn't stop thinking of the outcomes that could occur tonight.

Making it to Maeve's apartment, I kept reciting all the things I could say to her.

"I don't feel a spark anymore." Decent.

"You are a controlling bitch." Too harsh.

"I never really knew you." Getting there.

"I think we need to try new things." Fuck. I had made it to the door and I didn't know what to say without the possibility of hurting her. Breaking up with her is the only thing I can do to save my friendship with y/n. Its also the only thing I can do to save myself from this toxic mess of a relationship.

I knocked on the door and it was immediately opened by a very angry Maeve, "Spencer, finally you are here. You were taking so long I thought something may have happened, were you with y/n?"

"No Maeve, I wasn't with y/n," I sighed. "In fact we aren't even talking."

"Well that's perfect," Maeve said. "Why do you look upset about that?"

I looked at her surprised she didn't understand, "Because Maeve, she heard our fucking fight yesterday morning over the phone. She isn't talking to me because she thinks she ruined our relationship-"

"She did-"

"NO SHE DIDN'T MEAVE!" I screamed. "y/n is leaving the team because you are jealous of anyone in my life. First it was JJ, so I pushed JJ away. Then Derek, so I pushed Derek away. You have ruined all of my friendships with my coworkers and are now making work a living hell. y/n didn't ruin our relationship because it was already fucking ruined Maeve. How did you not see it?”

"What? Spence?" Maeve went to touch my arm.

I stepped away, "No Maeve, this is over. We are over. After we stopped Diane, I thought we would be perfect. But we aren't, we aren't good for each other at all. Whenever I accomplish anything at all, big or small, you fucking disregard it and talk about something you did. I am helping y/n, I like y/n. y/n is nice and she listens to my facts and she doesn't judge me for having feelings."

"Spencer, do you think I do that?" Maeve asked with a fake sweet act.

"Think? No Maeve, you do all of those things. Yesterday you told me to quit my job or tell Hotch y/n wasn't qualified. You should be supporting me. This relationship is not good for me. I am leaving, none of your stuff is at my place so you don't need to come over ever again." I quickly left the apartment, ignoring Maeve's pleas for forgiveness.

Sitting in my car, I quickly drove off to y/n's house. I needed to see her, to explain to her what had been happening.

YOUR POV

When I met Spencer, he was my mentor. Very quickly after that however, he became my best friend on the team. Since we lived so close together, it was common for us to carpool to and from work and work events.

I quickly learned about Maeve once I began to get closer with Spencer. Spencer's manipulative, psycho bitch of a girlfriend that was out to ruin my life. I had never done anything to try and involve myself in their relationship, but when they have problems it's always my fault.

After hearing Maeve and Spencer's phone call, it was a no brainer for me to leave the team. However, I knew that wasn't enough for me to get rid of the taunts I had been receiving from Maeve. And by taunts I mean she slashed my tire. I was offered a job at one of DC's most prestigious private schools to teach art and after the phone call, I decided to take it.

Now, I wasn't upset that Spencer didn't like me back. I was upset that Maeve was making him decide between us when nothing had ever happened. I thought Spencer was cute, definitely, and there were times when we were a little too touchy or flirtatious. But, I saw it as Penelope and Derek and I'm sure he did too.

I sat in Penelope's car trying to focus on the road whilst she was screaming at me, "WHY ARE YOU LEAVING? You can't leave y/n. You just got here and we like you here. Maeve and Spencer have had problems for a few months, it's not because of you. JJ and Maeve also got in a fight because he thought Spencer was too handsy with her and I've barely ever seen them touch.”

"Pen, I'm leaving because I have a great job opportunity," I tried to reason. "I was eventually going to take it, but I don't want to hurt Spencer's relationship." Penelope sighed, giving up her attempt to have me stay. We got our Wendy's before Penelope went to drop me off.

As Penelope drove up to my apartment, I noticed a figure standing in front of my house. It looked familiar.

Spencer

"Pen, so you think I can stay over tonight?" I asked.

"No, go talk to pretty boy, have him explain," Penelope responded.

I walked up to my apartment, Spencer looked at me. His face lighting up under my front porch light. He had flowers in his hands. Daisies. "Spencer, what are you doing here?"

SPENCER'S POV

"Spencer, what are you doing here?"

"If you'd let me in I think you need to know what has been happening," I said handing her the flowers.

"Okay, come in," She said grabbing the flowers and unlocking the door. "That you for the flowers."

"Daisies are your favorite," I said quietly. "You never told me, but you always said you liked the name Daisy for your daughter and I just assumed."

"You guessed correctly Spencer," y/n said putting the daisies in a jar.

I sat on her couch, the one I had sat on to watch countless episodes of Dr. Who when I needed to get away from Maeve.

"Can I explain?" I asked as she walked over with a coffee.

"Sure Spencer, but I don't think any explanation will make me stay," she answered.

I sighed, "Well you know the whole Maeve back story right?" she nodded. "Well after we saved her things were great. I was happy, so happy and so in love. But around the time I started to die down from the holy shit you just almost died phase, I began to notice all the flaws and toxic traits in her and our relationship."

y/n nodded, "And you couldn't see any of that before because you only ever talked over the phone?"

"Correct. Maeve, she is very smart. So smart that she often would say things to undermine the fact I went into the FBI and as she would say instead of something useful. At first I thought it was a harmless joke, but when she began to say things like that in front of the team, it crossed a line. When I confronted her, she accused me of lying, saying she never said anything like that. She has always been decently jealous, she was jealous of JJ and even jealous of Alex Blake. Blake's spot is the one you filled, she was like a mom to me. Now, she is jealous of you.”

y/n looked motionless, "Why is she jealous of me Spencer?"

I looked over at her nervously, "y/n we are very close right?"

"Yes, Spencer, you're like my best friend."

I nodded, "yes and Maeve didn't like that. She was very jealous of you because at one team dinner before you joined, Garcia showed us a picture of you from Instagram. When everyone saw the picture, everyone was like wow she is so pretty and you know, you are very gorgeous and I'm a bad liar so I agreed. Maeve and I got into a huge fight because of that. Ever since, she is like really jealous and then we sorta became a mentor, mentee relationship because you are so young and I was so young when I joined.”

y/n looked surprised. Did she not know the team thought that about her. However, y/n nodded, telling me to continue.

"Then I realized how close we lived and we started to carpool and hang out. This was when the aggressive texts and phone calls began. The team knew I needed to break up with her, but I didn't want to make it look like we were seeing each other, you would never like someone like me.”

y/n laughed, "She was jealous because we carpooled? Did you know she was the one that slashed my tire that morning, I got a clip of it on my Ring doorbell."

"Seriously? Sounds about right. Anyway, I broke up with her. She isn't what I want y/n. I want to be with you. And I know you might not like me and-"

y/n cut me off with a laugh, "Spencer are you serious?" I looked at her confused. "I have had a crush on you since I first met the team. I was heartbroken when I found out you had a girlfriend."

"Actually?"

"Spence, why would I lie to you?"

"Will you come back to the BAU?"

"I'll talk to Strauss, but I think if we want to do anything we should wait. I don't want people to actually think we were having an affair."

I laughed, "Definitely not. You were the other woman though. Kept me up all night thinking, dreaming. You infatuate me y/n y/l/n."

"Well I am very glad we got that done with," y/n said. "Watching you with Maeve was like watching the end of Derrick and Addison's relationship on Grey's Anatomy."

"What?"

"Never mind Spence, we will have to save this topic for another day."

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HIS WARM EYES

Summary: Some members of the Order are reticent about letting in a Lestrange, specially after Snape's betrayal. Whilst taking Harry to the the burrow, an ambush has place. Everything points to Y/n, right?

Pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!Lestrange!Reader

Genre: angst

Tags:

George Weasley: @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @skarlettmikaelson

Warnings: blood, injuries, death

A/N: OH MY GOD THIS IS SO LONG AND BAD— I AM GENUINELY SORRY BUT I HAD TO

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Lestrange wasn't a good name.

It wasn't a good name in the streets, nor in close-doors, let alone amongst The Order.

That's why I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that they had accepted me— well, maybe 'accepted' was a strong word; they had let me in, reticent, weary, but still they had done it. Plus, after Snape's betrayal and Dumbledore's death, no one would think there was a vacant for a Slytherin and a Lestrange.

It wasn't until I found myself exiting the abandoned Grimauld's Place along with the rest of the volunteers to go to Privet Drive, that it dawned on me; they were short on people.

They were so short on people that the Order would have to swallow my name, my family and my House.

That didn't mean they would quiet down their opinions about me being there.

"I'm gonna say it." Fred announced, taking a spot in the living room's corner while Shacklebolt, Arthur and Lupin searched the place.

"Again?" Fleur groaned.

Fred had already spoken his mind about my presence before we reached Potter's house.

His and George's shocked looks had been on me since the very first moment I had walked into the old Black's home, which was understandable; last time they saw me I was joking about joining the death eaters.

Although the shock on their faces had been accompanied by very different emotions on each.

Fred's held reticence. During our school years, he had never liked me; I would dare to say he was scared of me, even.

George's gaze, on the other hand, held hope —maybe even excitement— which was comforting.

In our first year, I had managed to draw George's interest, and for three years he was adamant about Slytherins not being 'all that bad'.

George's friendship was the thread I was hanging on; he was the only thing stopping from taking the easy way and live up to my name.

The thread was cut after he asked his mother to bring me over during Christmas, which ended up in her forbidding him to talk to me. He, being George Weasley, ignored his mom's pleads and twin's scolding and still tried his best to stay close to me, so I did what was right and, at the end of our fifth year, I cut ties with him.

It hurt more than I would dare to admit.

After our drifting apart, I was forced to completely rely on Slytherins. And you see, Slytherins, as 11 year-old George would say, aren't all that bad, but the ones my name attracted were.

They were bad sort —the worst—, and keeping that company around after our sixth year wasn't the best record to have, but Merlin's sake, I was there, I had volunteered— people change.

"Son." His father warned Fred, well aware this wasn't the time, though he obviously wanted to side with him. "Don't start again."

"Someone has yet to tell me why is she here?"

"She has a name." I hissed, unable to stop myself.

"Which is why you shouldn't be here, Lestrange." The name rolled out of his tongue like poison. "She's not one to trust."

"Oi, she's willing to risk her life, isn't she?" George's words seemed to be meant to calm his twin's temper, though his warm eyes did land on mines with a reassuring look.

"Yeah but for whom?" I tried to stay quiet as Moody had asked me too, but Fred was making it quite difficult. "If something goes wrong—"

"Weasley!" Mad-eye's tone was dry as he bursted into the room. "Are you questioning my judgment?" Fred scoffed, but stayed quiet.

"If we're throwing in the surnames, you're gonna wanna know her mum's my auntie." Tonks spoke, folding her arms.

"But you're a Hufflepuff." He was quick to respond, giving me a disgusted look. "She's a Serpent."

"And you're still a mouthful, aren't you?!" I snapped, stepping forward, though Tonks gave me a lazy tug before I could get to Fred.

"Wanna fight, Lestrange?" He had taken a couple of steps in my direction already when George yanked his twins arm.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He yelled, giving his brother a push. "She's here for Harry! She's helping! What else do you want?!"

"Oh my gosh, Georgie— get over your teen crush already, she's not on our team!" George's knuckles went visibly white, unlike his cheeks, which turned red.

"Are you done making a scene? The three of you." Bill questioned in a calm tone, resting against the window's bench. "I don't fancy the idea either, but we need help, Fred, so shut your mouth because we have things to do."

"Pity, I was enjoying the teen drama." Moody teased before grabbing his flask and the ones who would take the Polyjuice potion moved to stand in line.

"Y/n." George's hand brushed my hand, drawing my attention to him as we stood besides one another. "I'm glad you're here." He whispered with a side smile.

"Missed me much?" I couldn't help but grin back, bumping his arm with mine. I stole a proper look at him and thought I might as well ask before the mission. "So... Teen crush huh?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him, though I could feel my own face flushing.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't fancy George —could someone blame me?—, and the idea of those feelings not being unrequited was very appealing.

He only threw his head back and looked away, the half smile growing wider and more bashful. "We'll talk about it at the Burrow." He assured me, taking the flask with his right hand and squeezing mine with his left.

"If we don't die before that." I was joking, but fear was shaking me to the core.

"We won't." He looked at the potion disgusted and gave me a peeked at me saying, "You have to hear me embarrass myself first." And with a wink, he drank the potion and passed it to me.

Gosh, I couldn't get over the mission to hear him 'embarrass' himself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

The first five minutes were calm, despite all of us being on edge. We kept checking on each other, dreading if we lost sight of someone, that someone would banish.

The storm came when we had to dive into the dark clouds.

Funnily enough, I did think it was a literal storm before entering; oh, what I would have given for it to be a literal storm.

Black, cloaked intruders flew among us, making us divide in the pairs we had been assigned to.

Lupin started casting protegos and hexes to everyone that got too close while I tried to take down as many enemies as possible.

A couple of yelled warnings were heard when both Moody and the real Harry had entered the ambush.

"WATCH OUT!" Tonks screamed, flying past me with Ron at her tail. "REMUS!" She made a signal to her husband "ESCORT!" I got the hint; we were supposed to clear Moody's and Y/n's way so it would confuse our attackers while Tonks and Shacklebolt made sure to get Harry out of there.

"ON MY LEFT!" Lupin shouted over the chaos, changing to my right for me to be by Y/n's side.

"WE'RE FUCKED!" She yelled dropping her flight to dodge an Avada Kedavra.

"WE'LL MANAGE!" I automatically dropped my flight with hers too, which was a bad decision, since we had gotten rid of the protection provided by Lupin, Mad-eye and Bill and Fleur.

Soon enough three death eaters came flying towards us.

"STUPEFY!" another Harry with the voice of Fred passed by us, closely followed by my dad.

"GO BACK UP!" Y/n was quicker than me following my father's instructions; when I did though, I realised the little formation we had going on was gone.

Suddenly, all we could hear were screams; it felt as if someone was missing but I blamed it on everyone flying around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Tonks almost crashed against me on her way down; Ron was nowhere near me, nor Lupin.

We were outnumbered, and instead of moving forward, we were stuck in the grey clouds, trying not to die.

It took me a hot second, a crash against a death eater and a couple of hexes to get to Lupin, and even when I did, it was a hard task to keep track of him.

I had just taken out someone in my way when I caught a glimpse of something my eyes refused to believe.

Snape.

Our bloody professor was trying to kill us.

I felt the need to laugh at the situation.

"GEORGE!" It was Y/n's voice snapping me out of it, although her actions shocked me even more.

Y/n casted a spell on me, pushing my broomstick to the left and consequently making me crash against Lupin and lose balance.

Then something happened, something my mind didn't quite process.

At first it felt like a slap, but the pain stung my side as if someone had sliced me with a blade.

I didn't hear my own cry, nor Lupin's desperate 'help'; I didn't feel his hands struggling to take a firm hold of me, nor my own shakily reaching to my side, searching for an injury I didn't want to find.

A second after that, everything was black.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

As soon as my father and I apparated in the fields of our home, I ran into the house. For some unexplainable reason, it felt as if something wasn't right.

A couple of steps into the house were enough for that 'something' to strike me. George had been laid on the settee, barely conscious; blood was covering the side of his face, neck and left shoulder, making his hair and clothes stick to his skin.

I was left speechless at the sight, my eyes welling up while I dragged my feet towards my twin.

"Mad-Eye is dead." Bill's words, despite sounding far away, made the gears in my head turn.

Lupin was quicker than me, though, "I told you we couldn't trust a Lestrange!"

"Remus! we don't know—" Tonks tried to calm him down, just to be cut off by Bill.

"Mad-Eye and Lestrange traveled between us and" he gestured at our wounded brother, "Remus and George." His jaw twitching let me know that he was desperately trying to stay calm. "Mad-Eye is dead and my brother just lost an ear, who is it if not bloody Lestrange, Dora?"

"Bill..." Fleur held onto her fiance's arm in an attempt to ground him.

"Did you see her disapparating?" Tonks's point was logical and hopeful.

George would have sided with her.

My eyes fixed on my wounded twin again. He was as pale as a corpse now, and the absence of his ear was way more noticeable now that my mother had begun to remove the blood.

George would have sided with Tonks because he wanted to trust Y/n, and he couldn't even speak because of that same reason.

Since everyone was arguing, they missed the flash of someone apparating near the front door.

I didn't.

Before I knew it, I was running outside with my wand in hand, Lupin and Bill following me instantly when they realised what I had just seen.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Y/n's wand flew to my hand even before I could properly see her.

My rushed march came to a halt when I was a couple of feet away from her, making Bill bump into me; she was as pale as George, maybe more.

She took a seemingly calm, deep breath before attempting to walk.

Luckily, I saw the pools of blood on her shirt and stepped to reach her before she could touch the ground.

"Oh my..." Lupin covered his mouth with both his hands and Bill stood frozen at the sight of the girl in my arms. "MOLLY!!" my old professor yelled at the top of his lungs, going as livid as me.

We shouldn't talk on impulse, I told myself, rushing into the kitchen with Y/n in my arms. A series of gasps and regretful whispers broke the silence while I laid her on the dining table.

"Y/n?" George's trembling voice was heartbreaking, and, as my dad forced him to stay on the couch, I prayed the girl in my arms would survive.

"Oh Lord..." My mother muttered, examining her. It wasn't only her shirt stained with blood; her left leg and arm were too. "Oh dear..."

"She took the blow." Lupin ran his hands through his hair, understandably stressed. After a couple of seconds, her turned to my dad and commanded, "Get him up. Quick— go get him up." His eyes stared right into my soul and I dreaded the worst, but still obeyed and helped my dad drag George to the dining table.

I heard Lupin telling Bill something about Sectumsempra, and my heart sunk.

She took the blow.

"No..." George's murmur was close to a cry, but it was enough for Y/n's eyes to snap open.

"George." tears were effortlessly streaming down her cheeks at the sight of him. "You're... A-alive..."

"Please stay" My brother fell on his knees, reaching for Y/n's bloody hand with his own. We all looked away to give them some kind of intimacy, except from my mother, who was still trying to fix the poor girl.

I heard them both whispering sweet nothings with shattered voices until only one of them died out. I looked over to Tonks, whose eyes were gleaming with tears, and then to Lupin.

I couldn't bring myself to look at George.

After a moment of intense sobbing, my dad managed to pull my twin away from the corpse, and we carried him back to the settee.

I stayed with him the night, holding his hand and assuring him it was not his fault, but I knew my words would have little effect on his state; after all, he had been in love with Y/n for years.

All those years he had spent trying to convince all of us that Y/n was a good person, that we should give her a chance; all those years begging our mother to bring her over because she wanted to see our home.

Now her body was lying on our kitchen and I knew none of us would forgive ourselves for misjudging her.

READER'S P. O. V.

"Nervous?" A tall, redheaded kid appeared besides me; I supposed he didn't know my name by the warmth and curiosity with which his eyes stared at me.

"Aren't we all?" I replied with an anxious laugh.

He seemed to think for a moment before nodding. "Fair point, though I'll probably go into Gryffindor." He assured me with a proud smile, causing my head to cast down. "What is it?"

"Oh nothing," I shrugged, aware I would not be able to befriend that sweet boy with warm eyes. "I think I'll be sorted into Slytherin."

"Nonsense!" His intentions had been obviously to reassure me, but when he realised his response only made it worse, he added. "It'd be wicked to have a Slytherin friend, though." My eyes widened at his words; did he just— "I'm George, by the way."

"I'm Y/n."

"That's a very pretty name." Professor Mcgonagall led us into the Great Hall, and before I knew what was happening, George's hand was holding mine. "It'll be fine."

The lighting of the Castle changed once the Great Hall's doors opened; a bright, white light seemed to be coming out of it.

"Wait!" My hand gripped George's before he could leave my side. "Can you hold my hand? I-I'm scared." My voice no longer sounded like a 11 year old.

For some reason I didn't comprehend, my eyes were watery, making the view in front of me blurry.

"Don't be scared, darling." When I turned to George, I didn't see a kid; it was him, in the expensive suit I had seen him mere hours ago. "I'm here."

I just nodded and, swallowing my fear, took a step ahead, and then another one, and another, until I reached the Great Hall.

#harry potter fanfiction #george wealsey x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley fanfic #george weasley angst #george x y/n #george x reader #george x reader angst #george weasley one shot #the seven potters #deathly hallows #deadly hallows part 1 #hp fic #hp dh

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theglitterypages · 3 years ago

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Title: Potty Mouth

Pairings: Levi x fem! Reader

Summary: (Just Guess how this would go LOL)

Warnings: 18+ language

Word Count: 1000+

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“Woah Levi! I can smell you from where I stood! You're risking it all now, are you?” Hanji teased as she saw Levi came out of his room all dressed up, he's not wearing his uniform but he's all fancy.

“Where is she?” Levi asked as he fixed his collar anxiously, Hanji laughed out loud and tapped his shoulder lightly, “With her brother, Erwin is probably telling her to pass some papers to Pixis, she'll be leaving soon. Better take your chances, Levi." After that, Hanji left Levi alone, she knew she had to give him time to prepare himself today.

Levi's chest was pounding as he made his way to Erwin's office, he's silently praying that she's still in Erwin's office because if she's already gone then everything that he prepared for a week would all be wasted.

When he knocked at Erwin's office he straightened his posture and he stood so stiff to the point that he looked awkward as he stare at the wooden door.

“Oh, it's just Captain Levi. Come on in, Cap.” You smiled as you saw the Captain outside but your mouth gaped open when your eyes settled in the clothes that he's wearing, he's not wearing his usual casual clothes, did he buy these new clothes or this is just the first time you've seen him wear these?

When you realized that you've been staring at him for so long you blinked twice and opened the door wide enough to let him in, “Do you have something to say to Erwin?” you whispered as you glanced at your brother whose back was facing you and Levi.

After closing the door you gestured Levi to sit across from you, “Erwin, Captain Levi is here.” you spoke, trying to get your brothers attention, Erwin has been spacing out a lot these days it may be because of what's happening but you gotta help your brother keep his sanity.

“Oh Levi, what brought you here?”

“About this...mission.” Levi meaningfully looked at Erwin as he licked his lower lip, his commander is the first one to know of his feelings for you, at first Levi was scared of what Erwin would think but Erwin was not surprise at all when Levi admitted that he has feelings for you, Erwin even laughed and told him that he already knew and ever since that day Erwin was generous enough to purposely let you and Levi work together.

“You gave him a mission?” you asked your brother and Erwin grinned at you as he hummed while tapping he fingers in his table, “Captain Levi started this mission by himself, I'm just helping out because he's having a hard time.” there was something off with his tone yet you chose to ignore it, instead you stood up and looked at Levi.

“Seems like the two of you are gonna have a long talk, I must go to Mr. Pixis now.”

“You don't have to lady Smith, your brother himself summoned me. Oh Captain Levi, you're looking good, finally going for it?” Pixis suddenly entered the room with a grin as he looked at Levi.

Levi shifted on his seat uncomfortably, hating how everyone's teasing him right now, this made the whole situation much worse, he's embarrassed and his mind is blank! “Can I take your seat lady Smith? Just seat beside the Captain, I'm pretty sure that he wouldn't mind.” Pixis told you, his cheeks are crimson red, the old man is drunk again.

You sat down beside Levi and you felt yourself shiver when your knees met.

“We're actually fixing schedules for trainings again, do you have any suggestions?” your brother asked.

“I'd have to take your sister with me Erwin. Her skills would be useful in teaching new recruits.”

Erwin tried his best not to laugh at Levi, his ears are getting red while you are oblivious of everything happening. Pixis crossed his arms over his chest as he observes the two of you, he thinks that you and Levi are an interesting pair, he's wondering how the two of you would work as a couple.

“Would you mind that?”

“Not really, I'd be glad to be in Captain's service.”

“I'm glad too.” Levi said as he tried acting cool, Erwin internally shook his head, this whole thing is ridiculous. Levi is so bad at flirting, he couldn't even say anything and that was when an idea popped into his mind.

“Sunny.” Erwin calls you using your nickname, and your eyes immediately shot up, your brother has a devious smirk when he looked at you and you'd be glad to punch him in his perfect teeth.

He knew about you having crush on the Captain, he was at first professional all about it but lately He's been teasing you a lot and you hated him for that.

“Captain Levi looks good today right? I wonder what's gotten into him, he's all dressed up, he even showered his new perfume.” you narrowed your eyes at Erwin as you cross your legs, your gaze landed at Levi then, you looked at his whole before looking back at your brother with a smirk, if this is how your brother would plan to humiliate you in front of your crush you better turn the tables.

“He always look good but heck yeah, he looks better today but—”

“But what?” Levi immediately questioned, curious of what's going on in your head. Did he mess up? Did he did his haircut badly? No that's impossible he already perfected the art of cutting his own hair what went wrong with his get up today?

“I prefer your old perfume, Captain.”

Levi frowned while his adams apple bobbed up and down as he look at your eyes, he could hear his own heart go beat crazy fast while you look at him. “I wear no perfume, this is my first time to use one.” you almost choke in your own saliva while your eyes widened.

Goddamn all this time that scent you've been searching for doesn't exist because it was Levi's natural scent?!

You loved his scent so much that you spent some of your days looking for perfumes that would smell like him, creepy yes but can anyone blame you?

“Oh my bad, I gotta go Captain, Sir Pixis and brother mine. I have stuffs to do.”

You stood up as you flipped your hair over your shoulder but Pixis called you before you could even leave the room.

“How good looking Captain Levi is?”

You eyed the old man with suspicion, Pixis has been teasing you too about the Captain but you highly doubt that Erwin told him about you crushing on Levi but if he did, then Erwin is the shittiest brother ever.

“Do you guys want me to be honest or...”

“BE HONEST.” the three men answered.

You pursed your lips together and playfully looked at Levi, you're gonna make sure your brother would be the one who's embarassed and not you. He might scold you later but seeing his face once you do it would be fucking beautiful. “Can you stand up for me, Captain?” Levi immediately complied but his hands were secretly shaking that's why he stuffed them inside his pockets.

You walked towards Levi and let your fingers played with his collar as you tilt your head side by side as if inspecting his face, those gray eyes would be the death of you and that jawline could cut your fingers once you run them on it but you won't mind.

“Captain Levi looks so good, Id let him tie me up on his bed, he looks so damn good I'd drop on my knees and I'd gladly let him ruin any other man for me. Is that enough for you guys to hear?”

Erwin's jaw literally dropped on the floor when you suddenly grabbed Levi by his collar just to press your lips on his.

“Yummy.” you whispered teasingly.

When you let Levi go, he immediately felt his knees weakened while you made your way towards the door.

“SUNNY! OUR MOTHER DID NOT RAISE YOU LIKE THIS!” Erwin yelled.

#aot fanfiction #aot x y/n #aot x you #captain levi #levi ackerman #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi smut

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aryareyes · 3 years ago

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Title : The way your eyes burn my soul

Pairing : Gruvia

Summary : Surprise!

Spotlights were shinning brightly, illuminating the dark interview hall, but what set the hall on fire was the audience's energetic ovation.

At the center of the hall, the interviewer, a beautiful young woman was smiling ear to ear, in front of her, her guests of the day, the best duo of the Pop world were seated, delighted matching grins on their faces.

- " Welcome to Pep Talk! Today's a very special day for us because we've our favorite Pop duo, Gray and Juvia with us!!"

The crowd whistled and cheered again as the two stars bowed their head respectfully to the crowd.

- " Thanks Mira, it's our pleasure to be here." The raven haired man answered as he flashed a grin to the public, making girls squeal.

- " Gray's right! We're very happy to be here!" The blue haired girl added, clad in her navy cocktail dress.

Again the crowd cheered but it was mostly male public this time. Mirajane smiled at the public and shifted her attention back to the duo.

- " So, Gray, Juvia, first of all, Congratulations for your last album, Icy Waves. It's a mega huge success! But most importantly, your fans—no actually, people who I know that don't like pop are into it after listening to that album. How do you feel about it?"

The female artist waited for the applause to end before talking,

" We are really glad to hear that." She chuckled contently, a glance at her partner before trailing, "Gray and I worked hard on it...and it was our first album together so..."

- " She worked extra hard for it," Her partner added as she shook her head playfully glaring at him. He smiled as he added, " It was her idea, so Icy waves wouldn't be possible without Juvs here." He winked at the girl, earing a smile in return.

- " He's exaggerating, its our team work."

- " Of course not." He rolled his eyes in response.

Mira chuckled at their bunter eyeing them carefully. Let's get my very wanted scoop.

- "I'm sure your fans love your teamwork. Now, let's talk about this particular song..." she started grinning slowly, earning some whistles and the name of the single from the crowd.

- " Looks like they want the same... The way your eyes burn my soul..." The interviewer paused glancing at the young stars who's cheeks were flushing slightly—at least Juvia's—Gray was doing a great job hiding it.

Mirajane Strauss cleared her throat slightly, getting their attention.

" Your voices...the feel in the song is..." she sighed softly looking for the right word, "...Magic...How did that magic happen?" She asked sincerely.

- " You said it, magic. I guess magic happens in music." Gray answered cleverly, shrugging.

- " I think that answer is too vague Gray," Mira chuckled imploring him to continue.

Gray's lips tugged up as he slid in a more comfortable position on the couch.

- " Recently at your album's success party, there were rumors of the two of you dating, so is it safe to assume the magic wouldn't have happened without that?"

Juvia smiled softly, adorable rosy hues adorning her cheeks.

- " Yes, I think it wouldn't have been magic if there's no feel in it."

Gray's smile turned into something genuine as his eyes were fondly looking over his girl beside him.

- "Are we lucky enough to get more details about it then?"

- " it, here means song right?" Gray lifted an eyebrow playfully earning some chuckles.

- " Definitely the song, but Juvia mentioned something about feel." Mira retorted with a mischievous smile, "So, I'd say the magic of the song—or love."

Gray scoffed. The audience cheered louder.

No wonder she was known for the title of the sweet devil.

Nonetheless, he responded with a natural expression. Years of experience of being the center of spotlights learned him to keep his cool in any kind of situation. He knew to give what the public wants to hear without revealing too much about his personal life neither.

- " We've known each other for a very long time. We'd each other's back through the thick and thin of our careers...so our friendship turned into something more, and I'm truly happy with the change."

The crowd went crazy and Juvia blushed slightly. He looked at her with a soft smile who smiled back brightly. God, she's so beautiful. He thought.

- " Heard that you guys! We were right! Our lovebirds here are dating!" Mira exclaimed in delight—she's a gruvia shipper after all.—" I guess it's time to say—excuse me for my language— Fucking Finally! "

People erupted more into cheers and whistles and chanted their favorite pop stars' ship name. Once the audience calmed down, the interviewer started talking again.

- " Well honestly, almost everyone were shipping you two together since forever and your chemistry is just so perfect. We felt it in the song." She stated as the stars thanked her and their fans.

- " So, now that you got your answers and I've my scoop, let's move to the fun part, shall we?" She continued cheerful with a glance at the public.

- " I don't feel it." Gray stated frowning and Juvia laughed at it.

- " The game is called 'tas-quest.' It's very simple. I'll ask you both questions concerning your partner which you've to answer honestly. Same goes with the tasks."

The two of the nodded and proceeded to play the game.

- " Okay. First question is for Juvia. Who's Gray's crush?"

- " Ouch. You sure want our couple to last?" The said guy retorted with fake mock. "I don't have any other crushes than my girlfriend, right here." He blow a kiss in her way but Juvia hit his arm, glaring at him playfully.

- " Babe. What?"

She huffed with a grin and turned to Mira, " He's a crush on his childhood friend."

- " What?! That was years ago! I was eight! And she's married now, thank you very much." He crossed his arms with a huff.

- " It's still a crush." She argued back.

- " She's a point." Mira smirked as Gray glared at her.

- " Your turn, who's the most jealous between the two of you?"

- " Obviously Juvia." The male singer laughed though his companion she gasped offended at him.

Mira bit back a chuckle as she looked at the young couple in amusement. Juvia pointed a finger at her boyfriend, "You got jealous of a fan on our last concert."

Gray crossed his arms with a roll of eyes. " He was too close."

- " Because he wanted to take a photo." She retorted with a scoff.

- " Yeah right. He invaded your private space and I protected you being the charming boyfriend I am." Gray muttered under his breath, not loud enough for the fans to here but Juvia and Mira did. The latter smirked while the female singer rolled her eyes but allowed a smile.

He was too cute when he was jealous.—She thought endearingly. Without a word she placed her hand on the his that was resting in the bare space between them and caressed it to smooth him. It worked as he gave her a look and she smiled. He turned his aside fighting back a smile of his own.

The reporter cleared her throat to her their attention, "Moving on to the next quest—oh it's actually a task for Juvia." She set her gaze on the girl who hastily pulled her hand away.

- " Yes ?"

- " You've to admit to Gray three of your secrets concerning him that you never would have told him." That earned chuckles and whispers.

- " Now it's interesting. I'm all ears Juvs. " He crossed his arms in curiosity, a playful gleam in his eyes.

- " Oh god, tell me I've a joker." She groaned in response—"Nope." Gray and Mira said at the same time.

Juvia pouted, "If I tell him my secret then it's no more a secret."

The sweet devil giggled, " That's basically the point of the game." The girl pouted more but turned her body slightly to her partner who was looking at her amused.

- " I've always found you cuter when you're sleeping...because you're messy, relaxed and actually a kid." She smiled tenderly at him as his cheeks tinted slightly. Their fans cooed. "...So I may have or may not have snapped pictures of you while sleeping." It was her turn to blush as he recovered from his flustered state to smirk at her handsomely.

- " Will we get some of them? " Mira interrupted.

- " Absolutely not." Juvia chuckled, "They're mine." The young girls sighed heavily but grinned at their favorite couple.

- " Next secret Wat'drop." Gray raised an eyebrow challengingly.

- " I stole one of your hoodies a few months ago and got to know recently that it's your favorite since you went through your room for it." She admitted with a cute frown.

- " Wait. My Detective Conan?" He asked in disbelief. His girlfriend bowed her head. " Guilty." She looked up at him again, " You're mad?" He rolled his eyes at her cuteness. How could he be mad at her when she was looking like that?

Instead of giving her a verbal answer, he ruffled her hair affectionately. Juvia smiled and promised herself to find him the real one he was looking for—the one he had that she stole (because she missed him too much), was not the one he wanted originally. The stocks wore off as it was a limited edition and he got himself the closest thing to the original. So, she would buy him the one originally he wanted.

- " You guys are really cute together!!" Their interviewer squealed as she looked at them and the crowd agreed with her.

They thanked her and Juvia proceeded to the last secret with a groan. "Arghh...I can't believe I'm confessing this to you on a live show."

Gray's eyebrow lifted, " That much secret?" He frowned concerned, " You don't need to tell it."

Juvia shook her head, " No, I should play fair." She mumbled as she stared around at her fans and smiled at them. She then squeezed Gray's hand and locking her eyes on him.

- " I had a crush on you from the very first day I met you." Gray's eyes widened slightly, surprise written all over his face. They forgot they got a loud audience as he blinked at her.

- " Really?"

- " Really." She said softly. He leaned to her side, and kept his voice low. The public didn't notice their murmurs as they've gone wild since Juvia's confession.

-" I don't understand...you didn't like me back then..." He frowned. Juvia gave him a look that meant 'later'.

Mira cheered and turned to them,

" Thanks for playing fair Juvia! You're awesome!"

- " Well, it's almost time. I've a last..." She looked at the small card in her hand before looking back at Gray. " task for Gray."

- " Tell us three things you like the most about Juvia." A gentle smile crossed his features as he glanced at his girl before facing Mira.

- " I think the list is long but I'll keep it short..." He held a hand up, enumerating. " She's one of the most talented and dedicated person I know. Whether it's job or studies or other common things, once she gets into it, she's determined to finish it and gives her hundred percent in everything she does. She's a hard worker and I honestly think that's the reason of her success."

Juvia was touched by his words as she stared at the man she loved talking about her so highly and proudly. She knew why she loved him so much.

- " She's a very good friend—she's this kind of friend who you would call if one day you committed a murder and don't know what to do about it. She'll help you bury the body and get you safely out of the mess." Juvia along with others laughed at his statement.— "Not that I'm planning to murder someone." He added and Juvia laughed more, leaning into him before giving him a look that meant, 'call me if you do'.

- " I guess what I'm trying to say is, she's trustworthy and be there for you through thick and thin. The kind of friend everyone needs to have in their life and I'm grateful to have her in mine." He got everyone's heart with that—if he didn't already had—as they stared at him in awe.

Gray turned to Juvia and locked his eyes with hers as he was about to say his last one. " What I love the most about you is how you look at me. You look at me as if I was your world and you love me so freely and so...easily. You accept my imperfections and love me for myself and not because I'm a star..." He held her hand and pulled her up with him as she started tearing up despite trying hard to not cry. Gray smiled lovingly at her—the one he only reserved for her and never showed in public. " Thanks for loving me, Wat'drop."

Without minding the public—because she saw only him—she brought a hand to his face and he leaned in her touch still giving her that loving look. She smiled, her heart and mind racing as her whole being was consumed of an overwhelming love for the man standing before her. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his in a sweet, soft kiss that sent the room shaking in fan's wild ovation.

When the lovebirds departed from each other with matching grins, hands still intertwined, Mira almost fainted but managed to end the show with hearts in her eyes.

The young couple was in the back of Gray's car as they were been driven back to their respective homes. Juvia was asleep on his shoulder as he kissed her head and stroked her hair tenderly. She's been working on her new album for the past week when they just finished their album and even before the interview, she was asked in her studio. He knew that she barely had enough for the past months. Gray was grateful to his production house to be on vacation but it's not the case for Juvia. She's to work for at least a week or two before her own holidays. Thankfully, he would be still on holidays by that time, hence he'd already planned their vacation—It was a surprise for her.

Half an hour later, Gray was carrying his girl to his bed in his penthouse slowly to not disturb her sleep. He lied her gently on it and proceeded to take her heals off and stripped himself, leaving only his boxers before climbing up in the bed with her. Juvia almost immediately clung to him like a koala, her head placed on his chest, a leg on his and an arm across his stomach. With a soft smile, he wrapped his arm around her and squeezed her to him.

- " Are you sure you don't want to get comfortable before sleeping?" He whispered after a moment. She only tightened her hold on him. Gray rolled his eyes and ran a hand in her hair as he stared down at her.

- " I know you're awake Juvs."

- " Why didn't you change my dress?" Her voice was muffled due to her position as she buried her face in his neck. "I don't mind it. It's just you."

Gray's heart skipped a beat and he rubbed circles on her bare arms.

- " I respect you too much to take advantage of you while you're sleeping." He murmured.

She raised her head up with a yawn but gave him a sleepy smile. "Gray, changing my dress to make me comfortable on bed is not taking advantage of me. You're my boyfriend so it's basically your right." He returned her smile, tucking a strand behind her ear to stare into her beautiful blue orbs.

His smile turned soon into a gorgeous smirk. Oh boy. Juvia flushed and shivered in his hold as his hand pulled the straps of her dress slowly. His eyes were intense on her as he murmured, "Why, I don't have a problem stripping you Wat'drop." His fingers caressed her bare shoulders burning her skin as they went by. "In fact, I prefer you naked around me." His lips trailed from her ears to cheeks down her jaw and Juvia placed her hands on his chest to push back slightly to stare down at him with an adorable pout.

- " You're such a pervert." She murmured. He pecked her lips in response before looking at her innocently. " I'm using my boyfriend rights here." She hit his chest lightly with a soft frown that turned into a smile, wiggled out of his hold ignoring his protests.

- "Close your eyes boyfriend."

- " Nope." Gray grinned back as he found the perfect position to stare at her, his eyes trailing to her bare neck and shoulders as she held the dress to her chest.

Juvia glared at him for a moment and he held her stare before she shrugged. Gray's eyes widened as she let her dress fall and pool around her feet and stood before him, clad only in her undies. He openly gaped at her too surprised to react as he took her in.

Gray knew Juvia was beautiful. He's known her for almost six years now and he'd seen her in daring dresses before.—it was part of the job. But right now, she was actually standing in his room, in his arm length, only in her navy matching underwear. She was a goddess. Before he could even process what was happening, her hand was unclasping her bra and Gray hurriedly turned to the other side, cursing as Juvia's laugh filled the room.

He was a goner if he saw her naked. He wouldn't be able to not jump her after so Gray shut his eyes tight and pushing away the amazing vision he just saw into the back of his mind as he waited for the little tease of his girlfriend to finish changing.

A moment later the bed shook and her arms slipped around his torso from behind as she placed her face on his cheek. He felt her bare legs slipping on his and he knew that she was wearing his t-shirt. He could handle it. He'd already seen her in his clothes and she's very—Stop right there, Gray.

- " Comm'o look at me..." She chuckled, "...I'm not naked—

- " Shut up." He groaned. She placed a few kisses on his cheek with a smile and after a moment, he finally turned on his back. She smiled brightly at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

- " I love you." She whispered and kissed his jaw before tucking her face under his chin.

- " I love you too Wat'drop." He kissed her head squeezing her to him.

- " You said sweet things at the interview." She murmured.

- " I was being honest." He said as he caught her looking at him lovingly—as if he was her world. "And I meant every word." She was his world.

She hummed happily and closed her eyes. His arms were her safe, warm cocon. Her place.

-" Speaking of interview..." she lifted her head up in question, crossed her arms on his chest and placed her face on it, staring at his face. " You said something about crush." His lips tugged up and her own tugged hp in a slow smile under his curios gaze.

Juvia cupped his face with a hand and smiled adoringly down at him. " I had a crush on you in high school. Remember our first meet?"

He recalled it with a fond smile, " You fell on me with books dropping on us. There's so much dust and we started sneezing and the old librarian was yelling at us like a mad woman."

The blue haired girl chuckled happily. " Well, I guess I didn't only fell on you that day but also fell for you."

Gray's eyes widened, " You loved me back then?" His heart thumping against his chest and he was sure that she could hear it, judging by her smile.

- " I thought it was a crush at first. You were so handsome and—"

- " Were?" He raised a teasing eyebrow. She rolled her eyes. "—are and I just liked looking at you..." her eyes locked with his in a playful gleam. " That is until I knew that you were my rival in everything. Literally everything!" She groaned dropping her head on his chest. "It was so annoying. You always beat me in one point or just behind me in a point. So annoying!"

Gray snorted rubbing her back. " I was not used to have a competitor and I hated to lose." She mumbled before lifting her head to face him.

" You hate to lose too." He chuckled but didn't say anything letting her rant about how annoying it was to be constantly on war with him in high school.

- " But I loved bickering with you. I couldn't spend a day without bantering with you. Really." She looked up at him stroking his cheek. "Then, there's this project in our second year and we were partnered up."

- " We ended it, won the first prize." He murmured as she nodded eagerly. " We became friends during that period..." He trailed tracing his finger on her cheek.

- " We were already kinda friends—frenemies, I guess. I've always admired you. You were the first person I've ever met with so much determination to win." She whispered eyes closed.

- " Hmm, I liked you too. But too arrogant to admit it." She snorted at his statement.

- " Then best friends. We were inseparable by the end of high school..." Gray hummed a nod. " You supported me before my uncle to pursue music career."

- " It's because you were incredibly talented Wat'drop." He said sincerely. She smiled as his finger traced the form of her lips.

- " That's an exaggeration but thank you for the compliment." She opened her eyes to look at him, " Want to know something? " He rose an eyebrow, silently asking her to continue. "You were my inspiration to fight for what I want, to fight for my dream." She kissed his forehead gently, " I won't be here without you, Gray Fullbuster."

- " And I won't without you. You were my only family when things fell apart." He retorted as he recalled his dark period—when Ur died.

" You were my strength and my very reason to not give up." Her eyes glistened as his welled up, and she kissed his eyelids, lingering when lips there. "If it wasn't for you, I'd be in streets."

- " You had all our friends with you. We all had your back."

- " True. I'm grateful for them but you, Juvia, you're special. You held me together." She smiled tearfully.

- " You are special to me too. Always have been." He mumbled an 'I know' and rolled them over earning a surprised squeal from her as her back hit the mattress.

She stared up at him bringing him closer with her arms around his neck.

- " When did you know you loved me?" He asked gazing into her eyes.

- " Last year, when you were in your world tour." His love brushed the hair of his nape as he leaned his forehead against hers. " It started with little things. Like when I spent weekends in our friend's place watching movies and how you were not there to lean on or throw my legs on..." He grinned.

- " Then, we'd go to get a coffee and you weren't there to know that I don't add milk in my coffee. Then, I started missing your voice. I'd call you and couldn't get you so I would listen to your voicemail to hear your voice."

He leaned back to look at her apologetic, his being bursting with love for her. " Sorry about that. You know we barely have our phones on world tour."

- " I know, don't worry about it. But I yearned to hear your voice." He kissed her nose and lips in response.

- " By the time you were back, I knew I was madly in love with you and I couldn't imagine a life without you."

He could feel the love in her voice as she said it.

- " You aren't kidding—you practically choked me to death when you hugged me once you saw me in the airport." He teased with a grin.

- " Yeah well, I just realized I loved my best friend for years and you weren't there for eight moths. I wanted to lock you in a room and never let you go away from me."

- " It's creepy." He grinned.

- " You wouldn't have minded would you—wait why're you grinning?"

His grin widened and she held his face up and forced his eyes to hers. A moment in silence passed between them. Both of their hearts beating in sync as the realization settled over.

Juvia worded it slowly.

- " You loved me." Her tone was barley a whisper as she remained their eye lock.

- " I've loved you for a long time Wat'drop. A very very longtime that I denied and fought back my feelings."

- " Why?"

- " Because I've just lost Ur. And I've lost everyone I've loved. You, losing you...was unimaginable... I was terrified that my feelings will take you away from me so I fought them back to keep you with me. "

- " You wouldn't have lost me if you made a move earlier, Gray." She took a breath, " I've always denied my feelings for you as a crush and admiration until I really couldn't lie to me anymore..."

Gray sighed in response, "We we're both idiots huh..." She groaned, " We wasted years! We could've been together while we were still in Uni!"

Gray looked up at her, " Hey, we're together now and we've always loved each other without knowing so we're good." He shrugged and pecked her lips as she still had her pout on.

- " I'm a bit worried you...we are no more high school kids. We are popular now, successful stars in industry. And we're dating." Her voice dropped as she looked at him, " Going in public, was it a bad idea?"

- " Do you regret it?" He brushed away her hair, and she shook her head. "I'm just concerned about what it could do to our relationship...as much as I love my fans, when it's comes to their favorite celebrity's love life, they'd go crazy. Especially when two celebrities are dating. They don't see the fact that under the mask of popularity, it's two normal people with feelings and we can't really fault them." Her eyes started stinging as she stared at him. "I can't lose you, Gray."

He quickly reassured her pulling her in a tight hug. " You won't lose me." He pulled back slightly despite her pressure to stay like that. He stared into her eyes, " Didn't you say that I'm the most determined person you know?" A nod, "Juvia, I fight for what I want. " He lifted her chin up. " I'll always fight for you." He swore.

- " Promise?" Her tone was frail, and he smiled at her. " Promise. And you promise to fight for me?"

- " Always."

She brought a hand between them, holding up her little finger, He wrapped his around it and smiled when he saw their tattoos matching as their fingers locked together. Juvia dragged him to the tattoo parlor past midnight to get it in their half drunken states a few weeks ago. It was on the day of the success party of their first album together, Icy Waves. So they got themselves tattooed a drop of water on his finger and a snowflake on hers.

There's no ice without water and no water without ice. And Gray would be damned if he didn't keep that promise.

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💧❄️ Happy Belated Gruvia day! ❄️💧

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lunaserenade · 4 years ago

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Clandestine

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Author’s Note: As always thanks to @violentcosmicsymphony and @briefgalaxycat for beta reading and being wonderful humans.

Part Three of the Meet Me at Sunrise series

Previous Chapter: Return to Me

Next Chapter: Safeguard

Pairing: Marcus Pike x FBI Agent!Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: None

Summary: Returning undercover, You and Marcus attend a charity gala to get an introduction to the forger.

You sat between Agents Regina Price and Maddox Collins on a slightly too small brown couch in Marcus' office as he briefed the three of you. You had received a call from a woman named Alexandria who you had met undercover inviting you and your 'husband' to a formal charity art auction. Recent intel suggested that the forger the four of you had been hunting would be attending and you were pushing for an introduction. Christian Laurent was a clever man, a talented forger who posed as a private seller targeting rich art connoisseurs. He sold his forgeries at extravagant prices to the unsuspecting victims. If you and Marcus could secure a meeting and 'buy' one of his paintings, you could finally arrest him.

“The two of us will leave for New York tonight. Price, Collins, you'll head up in two days. Hopefully, we'll have the buy set up by then. You'll provide support outside the buy.” Marcus paused, rubbing his beard. “Everyone please be vigilant. Laurent and his crew are dangerous. Unless anyone has questions that's all I've got for us.”

“I got the keys to the apartment I used back from White Collar Crimes. It's not too far from the gallery that's holding the gala. I just need to stop by my apartment to grab my stuff on our way out of town and I'm set.” you said as Price and Collins muttered their goodbyes and headed back to their desks, leaning back on the couch giving a small stretch. You couldn't help but give a sly smile as you watched Marcus look around, checking the coast was clear.

“I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to seeing you dressed up tomorrow night.” Marcus said softly, his cheeks reddening slightly much to your amusement.

“Well, I do aim to please,” you replied with an impish grin. “I also grabbed these... I had to guess on the size.” In your hand you held out a pair of platinum bands, simple but sleek. Not that he would have said it, but Marcus had been eagerly anticipating this, the idea of being your husband, if only for the evening, made his heart soar. He took the larger band from your hand and slipped it on his finger.

“Til death do us part.” Marcus said with a chuckle.

“Let's hope it doesn't come to that, my darling husband.” you replied with a laugh slipping the remaining ring on your finger.

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The next evening you found yourself back in the gorgeous studio apartment you had called home for six weeks in Manhattan. Standing in the bathroom you adjusted the gown you had chosen for the evening, a long-sleeved blue number with a keyhole back along with a slit up your right thigh. The neckline that extended past your breasts gave quite a striking impact and you were privately thankful that the rest of the team didn't arrive until tomorrow morning, so you were spared their prying eyes. Marcus called your name from the living room and with a final look in the mirror you stepped into the living room.

Your mouth went dry and it took effort to stop your mouth from falling open. Marcus stood in the living room in a nicely fitted black suit, he had opted for a black button down without a tie and the top button undone. You felt a small heat in your stomach as you took him in. You hadn't seen him in formal wear before, and boy did it suit him. It took you a moment to realize he had quite a dumbfounded look on his face as he watched you and it made you smile.

“You approve?” you said, arching an eyebrow and giving a small spin.

“That would be an understatement,” Marcus said closing the distance between you two. Snaking an arm around your waist he pulled you close to his chest taking your lips in a kiss. Arching into his touch you nipped lightly at his bottom lip, you felt like a woman starved for his touch. Marcus peppered your jaw line with kisses and you let out a soft sigh as he pressed one last kiss to your neck.

“We should probably get going” you said reluctantly but couldn't help but let out a small laugh as you looked at Marcus. A hint of your red lipstick was smeared across his lips.

“What?” He said with a puzzled smile. You pointed to your lips and watched as he scrubbed the lipstick off his own. Snatching your gun off the end table you slid it into a thigh holster hidden by your dress, Marcus watching intently with a look of lust in his warm brown eyes.

“Ready for a night on the town?” Sliding your hand into Marcus' you couldn't help but see the wedding band on his finger, the fantasy of him being yours forever was something you didn't think you would shake for quite a while.

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“Daniela! Darling, you made it! Is this the lovely gentleman you've been telling me about?” You turned at the call of your cover name. Alexandria made her way to you and Marcus looking quite stunning in a slinky black dress with her fiery red hair in loose curls around her shoulders.

“Alex! Yes! This is my husband. I finally managed to pull him away from the office for a night out.” You said tucking yourself into Marcus' side resting your left hand on his chest, wedding band catching the light.

“Sebastian Ramos, it's a pleasure to meet you. Daniela has been raving about your ability to track down the hard-to-find paintings we've been looking to collect.” Marcus said, his arm wrapping loosely around your waist. “You've put together a wonderful event.”

“You're too kind Mr. Ramos. I did manage to find that abstract painting Daniela was looking for,” Alexandria replied with a small swell of pride “The art dealer for that particular piece should be here tonight.” She peered at the crowd trying to spot him.

“That's wonderful news, I'd love an introduction if it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience. If I let that piece slip through my fingers the missus will never forgive me.” Marcus replied as you playfully swatted his chest.

“Absolutely, why don't the pair of you enjoy a drink while I try to track him down? Enjoy yourselves, I'll return shortly.” And just like that Alexandria disappeared into the crowd, a blur of red hair as she snaked her way through.

“Let's find somewhere we can talk.” Marcus said softly against your ear, his hand moving to the small of your back as he steered you to a corner of the room that was free of people. You were hyper aware of the warmth of his hand against the bare skin of your back.

“I can't help but feel guilty...” You admitted softly to Marcus “Alexandria is so earnest; it feels wrong to use her like this. I don't think she has a clue about who Laurent really is.”

“I know, but it's safer for her to not realize what he really is until we have him in custody.” He commiserated pulling you into his arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “But we are so close to the end and it's thanks to your leg work,” pride evident in his voice, making you smile.

“Well at least there has been a lovely bonus from all of this. I don't have to worry about someone seeing me do this.” Standing on your tip toes you captured his lips in a lingering kiss, until you heard someone calling for the pair of you.

“Mr. and Mrs. Ramos, I'd like to introduce you to Christian Laurent.”

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h0rr0rsaxo · 2 years ago

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Okay so for cp party I am deciding to use the idea we talked about with Varrick and Ace and how they can sing and play the guitar....but I'm gonna add a thing to it.

So Ace and Varrick are down at some bar, playing and singing a few songs together actually having fun and just rocking out. Addict is obviously there with Nightmare maybe and Addict is sitting there just kinda drooling over the two boys who are jamming out. But Addict decides to ask Vince if he'd like to come so he can finally see his brother after years and years of being gone.

Of course Vince doesn't actually meet Varrick, seeing how he wants to stay somewhat of a secret, so Addict gives him her mask to wear that she never uses. So Vince goes and he is just proud of his little brother and is glad Varrick seems happy.

(add whatever you'd like to this! It's all up to you!!)

[ A secret audience - Simp Party ]

SYNOPSIS; Addict drags Vince to watch his little brother on stage.

PAIRINGS; Vince x Addict, Varrick x Addict, Ace x Addict

CONTENT WARNINGS; Mentions of drunken idiots.

NOTE; Egh...I wish I did better with this lol.

CHARACTER COUNT; 9,001

The heavy scent of cigarettes and cigars ate at Addict's nose, her chest refusing to breathe until she got inside the place. She stared at the sign that displayed the demonic bar's unique name: The drop-off and it stared back at her relentlessly. But what made Addict a bit more excited were the demons both going in and out. Most of them were already drunk by this time of ten o’clock, and a lot of them gave off a questionable aura. They seemed the more happy type than anything and just wanted to have a good time. She didn’t want to be so quick to judge.

As soon as she stepped inside, the entire atmosphere changed. It was hot, but not uncomfortably hot, and the smell of alcohol and weed wafted throughout the establishment. The pounding bass of both Ace and Varrick throwing on their guitars as the music pounded against Addict's body, the reverberations sending an unknown sense of enjoyment through her veins. Sh3 swallowed hard and followed in after Nightmare, who had solely been there to get her in the bar.

Bodies of numerous demons rubbed up against Addict by accident and some even on purpose. It didn’t matter if they were men or women; they somehow found themselves touching her soft skin. She didn’t mind it much, but it just felt so awkward. The people didn’t even seem to care that they touched each other appropriately or inappropriately. It was like all the pleasure and joy was surging through one person to the other.

Addict struggled to follow close to Nightmare in the dimness of the club, lights and smoke hovering over the dancing crowd. But soon, Nightmare led her to the place with drinks complete with a bartender, who happened to be Lyon. Nightmare and Addict took a set on each side of the table, Lyon staring back at them as they stood. He leaned over the table and smiled, “Never thought I'd see the oh-so-famous Addict here, do you want anything in particular? All on me,” he winked.

"Ah, I won't be here for long, I'm only going to drop off Addict. I promised Hunter I'd take him to an amusement park," Nightmare smiled, slightly nudging Addict, "But Addict might want something."

Addict threw up three fingers, “Three martini’s to start off, please!” The bartender, Lyon, was quick with the order and his hands worked like magic. Tossing together the liquor ingredients to the drink, he threw it all into a shaker and shook it up vigorously. Unscrewing the top, he tipped the shaker over the martini glasses and poured a sum amount in each, making sure it was all even. He tossed in a toothpick and green olive in each, topping off the drink with a ring of sugar sprinkled over the lip of the glasses.

"Enjoy~ I'm glad to have your little worshippers here playing in the bar," Lyon smirked, "The people here are loving them." A roar of hoots and hollers backed both Varrick and Ace up and Ace confidently looked through the crowd, noticing Addict staring at him amusingly with her arms crossed. He winked at her, noticing the blush on her face.

Playing his electric guitar alongside Ace, as the audience watched with loud cheers, the sound of his music drowning out everything, the beautiful melody glided past everyone's heads. Varrick played his heart out, the world brimming with color as the emotions swirled across his eyes, and the sight was breathtaking. Addict let a slight blush overlap her face. She stuck the glass pint to her lips and took a large swig. Lyon cocked half a smile as he put the rim of his beer bottle to his lips, watching her with clear entertainment. She reminded him of Nightmare, back when she was more immature and hyper.

Sure, the sight was breathtaking, but Addict felt like something was missing.

There were so many people watching, so many people cheering. And who was missing out on this the most? Yes, Vincent Smith. It was in that moment that she finally realized what she had to do, not just her personal entertainment, but for Vince as well. Her mouth became dry and her nerves jumbled in the pit of her stomach. She tried to get rid of the annoying nerves in her body, her hands rubbing on her arms to comfort her, the overwhelming urge to get Varrick's brother here was honestly too much of an opportunity to miss. She suddenly slammed her drink down, and made her way out to the exit of the bar.

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“Do I really have to? I don't wanna go to some damn demon bar…” Vince groaned and another smile tugged at Addict. He let the idea play in his mind a little bit and thought of what it would be like. Sure, he never went out to have too much fun and he never really knew what to do with himself most of the time. But going along with this woman, out into a place he barely felt comfortable being in without security, made him feel slightly uneasy. Deep down, though, he couldn't help feeling a little excited about something like that.

Addict tugged at his arm, and practically dragged him along. Quite frankly, he had no idea how she had known he was free-loading in her apartment. He'd thought it would be funny to just randomly appear in her apartment and wait for her to come home, but she ended up taking longer then he had first anticipated, and he ended up falling asleep on the couch. “C'mon, I promise it'll be worth it! It's just a little surprise that both me and you can enjoy. Also your reaction will be funny as hell if I'm being honest.."

“I’m glad I’m here to please your amusement.” Vince smirked and turned back towards the crowd, “Alright, where is it?”

“Oh, you’re really gonna willingly do it?” Addict asked, a bit surprised as he followed her. She'd almost thought she would have to drag him there, he really didn't seem to be that fond of demonic beings. Or the under-realm as a whole. "I almost thought I had to drag your lazy ass.."

“Sure, why not?” She watched Vince's broad shoulders shrug, “I trust you darlin', and if I die, at least I get to die near a pretty little thing like yourself.” Vince followed her willingly like a pup, pushing through the crowd of people as they went. As the two broke through the thicket of all the demon's and people, they roared at the events unfolding before them. Vince instantly stopped, hie eyes widening ever so slightly at Varrick strumming his heart out, beads of sweat layering his skin as he seemed to smile.

Before Vince could say anything, something was slapped onto his face, and he struggled to decipher what it was as he gripped at it, "Here! I almost forgot, you need a mask since you don't want him to wel…recognize you. I just wanted you to see how amazing he was," Addict smiled warmly.

Varrick's fingers rapidly danced along with his electric guitar, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as the music seemed to get more intense, he started multitasking and even singing in the microphone, causing Ace to smile on the sides of him. He attempted to play just as intensely as him, but Varrick's strumming got so rapid they just let him play the solo.

The last few lyrics escaped his lips in a loud voice and he couldn't help but feel it in his gut. Besides the family business, music was the only thing that continued in the Smith bloodline, the only thing he knew Varrick escaped into. He remembered when he would play guitar when they were much younger. After their intense training, Vince reminisced on how euphoric Varrick seemed to be whenever he held an instrument. Hr embraced his talent, shredding the last few verses before letting the song slowly fade out.

As his mind trailed off for a bit, his eyes trailed off to Addict. "Thanks.." He whispered slightly.

"No, thank you got coming!" She smiled at him brightly.

She saw the confusion and cloudiness in his eyes. He didn’t know what to say, what to do, or react to the words that she had said to him. No one was nice to him and he could return with the same hate and anger that was thrown at him. But he was completely indifferent to the kindness, gentleness, charisma, and loyalty she had displayed towards him. She never got angry easily, at him for that matter and only showed her mental and emotional strength when times were tough. She didn’t care much for herself or her safety; she only displayed compassion for others. But like him, he had nothing to lose and nothing much to fight for but survival in this cruel world.

She was amazing. He hadn't felt like this towards anyone in a long time.

Before either of them knew it, Vince had pulled her into a hug much more abrupt and tighter than usual. Her nose pressed against his shoulder and she can smell the day he’s had: the lingering soapy fragrance from his morning shower, the slight tinge of musk from working all day, the faint yet savory punch from the food he ate for lunch. Her arms mimic his, sneaking around his larger frame while her hands grasp the fabric between his shoulder blades. It’s comforting, "Thank you…I can't express how much you've changed my life. It hasn't even been that long, and yet…I feel like this is all some type of dream, it's feels heavenly, and it's all because of you, darling."

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jbreenr · 4 years ago

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Déjà Vu –Bucky Barnes.

Summary: You and Bucky keep having those kinds of encounters and none of you know how.

Warning: poorly written smut (if you're under 18 please, don't read), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), alcohol, a bit of swearing, i think that's it.

Word count: almost 4k.

A/N: so, this is the first imagine i post here and it also is the first one in english (not my first language) so don't be too hard on me, i tried my best. lack of vocabulary, grammatical and orthography mistakes are all my fault. corrections, feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Inspired by Déjà Vu –Voilà.

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You weren't sure how it happened, let alone how it all started, but here you were, legs tangled in bed sheets that were not yours, head resting on a pillow that was not yours, the air smelling like a cologne that certainly was not yours, and a strong and now partially warm metal arm wrapped around your waist.

Trying to turn to face the owner of said arm seemed to be the most difficult mission you ever had due to the buzz in your head that made you stop for a second so the room would stop spinning before your eyes.

You knew the headache was going to be bad, except you did not think this bad.

The first clear memory of last night popping in your head: you asking Sam to hand you the fifty dollars of the bet. Of course you were able to drink all those shots and stay on your feet for the rest of the party.

It had started boring as usual. Not that the music was bad or too low, but the fact that you had to attend every single party Tony hosted should be considered torture. You only wanted to go to bed, for God's sake!

The dance floor was full of people, the sofas were all occupied and the bar was not the exception; two bartenders were not enough to keep everyone happy with a drink on their hand.

Still, you managed to have one the whole time you were there and by the time you were taking your ninth shot, you started to feel a little dizzy. Maybe, it was the way you sat up too fast and turned on your heels with a specific destination: the improvised dance floor.

If you were staying, at least you'd make sure it was worth it.

Taking Sam's hand (the one that was not filling your cup with tequila again) and putting the money inside your bra, you tried to guide him to the center of the dance floor but, considering the big amount of people trying to do the same, you decided you'd be dancing somewhere near the sofas where Steve and Nat were sitting, talking.

Your dance moves were all innocent, even ridiculous; arms and hips moving to the beat of the song in a synchronized rhythm, changing your weight from foot to foot slightly to give the illusion of a real choreography, Sam doing the same in front of you.

Laughing at your own movements, you jumped turning to the left, trying to recreate La Macarena –or your version of it– when you saw him.

Dark long hair tied up in a small ponytail brushing the back of his neck, a pair of shorter locks falling to the sides of his face, framing it perfectly; black suit trousers so tight on his legs that you were sure they were going to break at any moment; light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up his elbows, making him look thicker than usual; vibrant blue eyes sparking like reflectors from where he was sitting; flesh hand playing with a glass of what seemed to be whiskey; vibranium arm with thin golden lines caressing a blonde's tight…

You snapped out of your trance only to evaporate the sweat in your body with the rush of hot anger that ran all the way from your toes to your ears.

Why were you angry? You had no idea. You only knew that it was unacceptable. He could not do that. Not in front of you.

It was until you took a wrong step back almost falling on your ass that you noticed you had stopped dancing. Sam's hand wrapped around your arm to keep you from actually falling. Steadying yourself, you cursed yourself for listening to Nat when she said that you'd look amazing in those high heels. Who would pay attention to your shoes when you were wearing a freaking black strapless dress that did little to cover your body?

The answer was looking right at you, sitting in an armchair next to that beautiful woman, who was talking about something he had lost interest moments ago when his eyes finally met your figure from a far, now traveling down your legs to lock his gaze on your heels.

Even from where you were standing you could see his jaw clenching and his hand forming a fist, the hand that was not tapping the blonde's leg. His drink, now forgotten on the table in front of him.

“You alright?” Sam's question was followed by his hand leaving your arm. You turned to him.

That's when you had the idea. Probably, the worst and best idea you had ever had.

“Yeah,” you said nodding. “We were in the middle of something, right?” The innocent look you gave him made him follow the game.

“We were, indeed.”

“Let's keep doing it, then.” The smirk on your lips, making Sam raise his right eyebrow in confusion.

And it felt as if the universe wanted it to happen, as if the Gods wanted to know what was next because just as you turned again, softly slamming your back to Sam's chest and started swinging your hips against him, the electronic music changed to a song you knew would help you with what you had planned.

“(Y/n), what are you doing?” Sam's laughter rumbled in your ear as you swayed.

“Just dance, Falcon. Have some fun.”

Raising your arms, you gave him permission to place his hands on your hips, which he did hesitant at first. But when he understood (or at least, he thought) that you were only enjoying the music, his grip on you became stronger and more confident. After all, most people around you were dancing the same way.

Opening your eyes, you tried to find the super soldier but in vain. The sofa he and his friend had been sitting on was now occupied by other people and you could only imagine one reason.

The song was coming to an end and you turned again to face Sam, who was smiling at you.

“It was a pleasure to dance with you, but right now, I need to go dust my nose.” You said in a false cordial voice and bowed with exaggeration, placing your hand in the cleavage of your dress.

“Those drinks are making their work already? Ouch!” he complained when you hit him in the shoulder. “The pleasure was mine.” He bowed back and walked to the other side of the dance floor, easily finding another partner to spend the rest of the party with.

You didn't need to go to the bathroom. Not really. That was only the excuse you gave to finally head to your room and take off that dress and heels that were killing you.

You hadn't taken three steps out of the party when you felt a hand close on your arm and drag you up the stairs.

In all honesty, if his grip wasn't that firm, you could have fallen on your knees more than once on your way to where the bedrooms were.

Only when the door was closed behind you was when you noticed you were not in your room. The bed was perfectly done and the nightstand didn't have your current reading on it. You were in Bucky's room.

Blurry memories of previous visits filled your head like flashing lights: your hands tightly clutched around the headboard, your feet slipping from the edge of the bed, your back pressed against the wall, your knees and elbows buried in the mattress. It felt like you'd been there a thousand times before.

Bucky wandered around the room like a lion inside a jail, his steps heavy against the floor and his hands trying to pull back the hair tickling his cheeks.

With a loud sigh, he finally turned and almost ran in your direction. The look in his eyes was something you've seen somewhere before.

“Wha-- what the fuck you think you were doing back there?” His question took you by surprise, even though it shouldn't have. It had been your main goal all the time.

“'Doing' what? What do you mean?” You decided that playing dumb was the best way to get on his nerves and apparently, it was working.

The super soldier bit the inside of his cheek trying to keep his composure. He was not having any of it.

“Don't try and act all innocent, as if you didn't know you were practically offering yourself to Sam with that stupid dance of yours.”

“I'm surprised you even noticed,” Taking a step ahead, you shortened the distance between you two. You knew he wouldn't find you intimidating, but at least he'd know you weren't afraid of him. “when you were too busy lifting the little skirt of that girl up her legs.”

His eyes darkened and he took a step closer, his face staying only a few inches from yours.

“'Little skirt', uh? What about this pathetic attempt of a dress?” His hands traveled from the sides of your breasts to your hips and stopped at the hem of the dress (that was too short for your liking, but you weren't going to tell him so).

“Sam seemed to like it.”

Faster than you thought was possible, he gripped the hem and drew you towards him, making your smaller form crash against him, your lips barely touching his while he leaned to be at your height.

“Do I look like I care about what he likes? Not even you care about it.” His grip on the dress had softened unconsciously. “I know all you wanted to do was to make me all bothered, except you did not think I'd fix that with someone else, someone better.”

With all your strength, you pushed him back by his chest –which only caused him to take three steps back of pure shock– and your right hand landed on his face with a SMACK!

If his eyes were dark before, now they were on fire. Anger and something else that you couldn't decipher radiated from his pupils.

“Fuck you, Barnes.” Your voice, nothing but poison.

Bucky started to shorten the distance again and you didn't know what to expect: Him yelling at you? A punch? Both? Either way, you were prepared for anything.

Or so you thought.

His metal hand took you by the waist pressing your bodies together and his flesh hand traveled to the back of your head to push your face to his in a hungry kiss.

At first, you were surprised. That was not the kind of smack you were wanting for. Not that you were complaining.

His tongue wanted to make its way inside your mouth but you wouldn't open it, so he took a handful of your hair and pulled, making you whine at the feeling and finally parting your lips just enough for him to do as he pleased.

You tried to resist, how much you wanted to but oh, if it was impossible. So you let yourself get lost in the kiss.

The familiar sensation in your lower belly and the way your legs trembled told you that you were fucked and before you knew it, you were gasping for air. Seemingly, you had forgotten how to breathe while Bucky's lips devoured yours in such a feral way.

With a quick movement, Bucky let go of your hip and hair and his hands went directly to the back of your thighs, indicating you to jump and cross your feet on his lower back, which you did gracefully despite the amount of alcohol in your system.

At no point your lips separated, not that any of your wanted them to.

Your hands intertwined in the back of his neck and pulled his hair softly making him groan in your mouth. It was not difficult to get rid of the hair tie, and once it was gone, Bucky's hair fell to the sides, brushing your face.

Bucky moved to the bed and sat on it, keeping you on his lap, straddling him. His hands moved all along your legs, just the way you imagined he did with his friendly friend back in the party and your blood boiled.

Pulling his hair again, but with more strength this time, you separated his face from yours, looking into his eyes with what he interpreted as disgust.

“Really think that Barbie is better than me?” you asked, your heavy breathing causing your breast to rise ang go down rapidly.

Bucky smirked, clearly enjoying the view of you asking such a thing. “You know I don't, doll. Just gotta make sure you don't forget I'm better than him.”

Having said that, the sound of a zipper opening was audible and soon the cold air of the room hit your back.

You recognized the feeling of Bucky's hands traveling from your thighs to your waist under the dress, to end up pulling it off of your body and tossing it across the room. It, falling right in the same spot they always did. Your lips, only separated when you rose your arms to take off the dress.

It was Bucky's turn to pull away, eyes glued to your bra. Its intense red color was driving him crazy, but not as much as the thong, which was far from being a proper piece of underwear, covering your drenching cunt.

With a quick movement, Bucky undid your bra, letting it fall past the bed with the fifty dollars slipping right after. And as if you didn't feel too exposed already, his hands ripped the thin sides of your remaining clothing, dragging it from behind, causing the fabric to rub against your clit roughly. You closed your eyes when a moan escaped your lips.

The sound of the fabric tearing apart bringing a memory of that night you were feeling waisted.

“Hey! Those were my favorite!” you had said right after he ripped your baby pink lace panties.

“Not anymore.”

Bucky's lips traveled from your jaw to your neck, finding that spot that had you trembling in his lap.

Deciding he was wearing too much clothes, your hands found their way from his still covered shoulders to his chest, looking for the first button, willing to unfasten it but once you realized it was going to be a more difficult task than you had expected, you decided to give him a payback for what he did a few weeks before.

Grabbing the shirt tightly, you pulled it, causing the buttons to fly out in all directions, clacking against the walls and floor.

“Are you kidding?” Bucky's mouth was no longer on you. “It was really expensive!” His eyes, telling you he wasn't lying. You almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“Not anymore.”

A knowing look took over his face. He also remembered.

“Nice one, doll. Let's see what else we can reprise from that day.”

Taking you by your ass and making you gasp, he stood up and turned to the bed, throwing you into the center of the soft mattress the second he was fully facing it. You felt small compared to him, his big frame taking off the now useless shirt obstructing the view of the rest of the room for you.

Watching him undo his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers at the same time was too much for you to witness. You closed your legs trying to relieve the sensation between them.

“No, doll. Don't do that, that's why I'm here.”

His palms massaged your ankles, both flesh and metal hands cold, taking off your heels.

His delicate touch was killing you, you wanted him to go higher, to go faster, to touch you where you needed him the most.

And it was as if he read your mind. His face lowered to rub his nose against your left leg, placing a kiss in your ankle and traveling up your thigh with his chin rubbing your skin. His facial hair tickled you but you didn't mind. You liked the feeling.

His face was at the height of your core and he knew by the way you buckled your hips that you were soaked. He didn't need to check to be sure, he could smell it.

Wet kisses and purple hickeys adorned your stomach by the time his mouth reached your breasts. One, he massaged with his metal hand, the coldness provoking goosebumps to run all over your body. The other was being attacked by his tongue and sucking lips.

When his teeth bit your nipple, your back arched and one of your legs slightly raised having minimal contact with Bucky's hard dick. The pressure of your chest against Bucky's mouth, muffled a groan coming from his throat.

With a soft pop he released your tit. “You know?” he asked, opening your legs and positioning himself between them. “As much as I'd love to take my sweet time with you, I can't wait to fuck you into oblivion.”

His tip was leaking precum already, you swore you saw his member twitch the second you bit your lower lip.

He started teasing you, rubbing his shaft from your entrance to your clit repeatedly, coating himself with your juices.

“For God's sake, Barnes, just do it!”

That was everything he needed to hear to finally enter you, stretching you out with his hardness without any warning.

A loud scream was swallowed by Bucky's lips when he leaned to kiss you. Tongues fighting for dominance in a heated battle.

His vibranium hand had yours pinned above your head, immobilizing them and keeping you from moving, from touching him. Flesh hand next to your head, preventing his full weight from crashing you.

Seconds passed until he felt your body adapting and accepting the new intruder, that's when he began to move, a slow pace at first, it felt like he wanted to make sure you were really there, too caught up in the painful pleasure he was feeling.

He separated from your face, enjoying the moment, you were just fascinated looking at his expression.

When a particular deep trust hit your g spot, the moan that left your mouth brought Bucky back to reality. His eyes opened in a snap and what you saw in them made you want to run away from that room and to stay under him forever at the same time.

Lust and hunger danced on his eyes, fire and need distilling from his pores.

The concentration look in Bucky's face gave you the second best idea of the night.

“C'mon, Barnes.” Containing a cry, you murmured. “I know you can do better.” Saying that you knew was more of an affirmation than a comment in the heat of the moment.

An arrogant smile drawn on Bucky's lips was followed by him quickening his pace. His now warm metal hand let go of yours to take control over your hips that were bucking up to meet his, accompanied with the hoarse sounds coming out of your mouth. He pinned you down with his fingers buried in your flesh, surely leaving some dark bruises to remember his excellent performance.

One of your hands flew back, trying to hold onto something for dear life while the other scratched, with black painted nails, Bucky's back. Meanwhile, he kept pounding you harder with each trust.

“You like it, baby girl? Bet Sam can't do it as good.” His words were dry, forcefully said along with one of his hands finding you where your bodies connected and pressing your clit roughly to prove a point.

It was talking all of you to find a coherent sentence to give as an answer. The way his body slammed yours, creating a delicious clapping sound, having your full attention.

“Wouldn't be so sure about that.” You almost whispered in a voice you didn't recognize as yours.

“Really?” One particular deep trust hit that sweet spot again making you arch your back and clench around him. A high pitched sound leaving your lips and a low groan leaving his. “Cause, from where I see it, it is me who's giving you the time of your life.”

He repeated the action again and again. Your breasts bounced up every time your bodies collided.

“Fuck.” Bucky's lips kissed your shoulder, his breath made you shiver and the feeling of his teeth grazing your hot skin causing a new memory to pop in your brain.

“God, you're perfect.” His hands squished your butt cheeks and moved you up and down to keep you riding him.

“Is that what you say to all the girls you get laid with?” You rolled your hips, challenging him to tell you.

“I've only said that to you, doll.” His words muffled in your neck followed by an assault of bites and dark marks.

He resumed the movement of his fingers against your clit, faster and applying more pressure this time.

“Ugh, just like that, yeeees!” A single tear of ecstasy fell from your eye, ruining the white pillowcase with the smallest stain of eyeliner.

As pleasure took over your body, you struggled to keep your eyes open. Your mouth parted and let a sinful groan fall from it when your orgasm finally hit you.

“Yes, baby girl, cum for me.”

Your clenching walls enveloped him so tight that his movements faltered for a second. He quickened the pace, riding you out of your release and spilling inside you, coating you with his seed.

An experimental trust before he pulled out of you made you cry out. Both your juices and his cum dripping in the now ruined bed.

Bucky rolled to his side and pulled you closer to him, embracing you in a hug. Your breathing, slowly returning to normal.

“Damn, we're gonna regret this in the morning.” You affirmed half asleep, resting your head on Bucky's chest.

Your head position didn't let you see Bucky's sad smile. “Yeah, we will.”

Once you turned your whole body to Bucky you couldn't hide the confused look that took over your face. You didn't remember how you got there, let alone why you were there. Why was it happening to you again?

Watching him like that, so peaceful, it almost made you feel bad for what you were about to do.

“My God, Barnes, let go of me!” you said loud enough to make him open a lazy eye trying to focus on you, the sound of your own voice increasing the pain in your head.

“What are you doing here?” His raspy voice did things to you in ways it shouldn't.

“That's an excellent question. I'd like to know the answer too.”

He sat, the sheet falling from his shoulders to where his public hair started. Immediately, you turned to the ceiling.

“Last thing I remember is you dancing that silly Friends routine with Sam and then… a smell of coconut.” That was the scent of your body wash.

You knew you were naked, except your brain didn't process what that meant until then.

“Ugh, not again.” You covered your face with your hands, trying to keep the sheets at the height of your chest with your arms to cover it as much as possible. “This can't keep happening.”

“Why not?” His question was followed by a yawning. “It is always good to wake up to your back pressed against me.”

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softsebnbuckystan · 4 years ago

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Soul ties - Part 1 (Bucky Barnes au)

“Oh, my my my soul so glad He's popped by to say hello to me„

Your wedding day was coming soon, which is why you were parading around the store in a puffy white dress. You had insisted this is the last thing you did, since you didn't trust yourself with a white dress and unsupervised. Your best friend was there, obviously, and he was a little too excited about this dress.

"I love it", he said. "You look like a princess."

"I'm not sure..." You sighed. "It's too much, I'd like something slimmer, like..."

"A mermaid cut would be stunning on you," the sales assistant chimed in. "I actually think of this dress...wait a second."

She came back as quickly as she'd left with a gorgeous long-sleeved white dress. It was simple, with some lace here and there, and you loved it at first sight. After putting it on, you were convinced Darren, your groom, would love it as much as you did.

"Considering the smile on your face, I don't think I need to ask if you like it."

"No need, indeed. Oh Steve, isn't it beautiful?"

"It is, y/n. This dress found its owner, I believe."

Steve Rogers hadn't been in your life for a long time, and yet you could not imagine your days without his precious advice. He'd done a great job at rescuing you in Sokovia and even though you might not have had the same powers as your little sister Wanda, he decided to protect you as well. That's what Steve did : he protected people he cared about and now, he was your best friend, a brother, a shoulder to cry on and a contagious smile to hear.

"I can't wait to walk you down the aisle."

"Are those tears in your eyes, big guy ?"

He shook his head, visibly moved. You flashed him a cheeky smile as you walked to the changing room and you heard him snort. In the car back home, Steve couldn't help but think about your dress choice. You'd been avoiding this kind question the whole day.

"I love the dress you picked, of course, but is there a peculiar reason you rejected the one that showed some skin?"

You anticipated his next question and decided it was best to answer it right away. Talking about soulmate tattoos never missed to make you feel like an imposter, a liar. You couldn't say you liked that.

"You know the skin isn't the problem, Steve. And no, I still haven't changed my mind about Darren."

Steve looked back at the road and nodded.

"I support you no matter what, you already know that. I just wonder how it's possible he hasn't seen the tattoo yet."

"I'm careful. And whenever he asks, I tell him I was born without one."

"He buys that ?"

"Yeah. It's happened to other people, sadly. He can never know the tattoo doesn't show his first words to me. I love him and that is all that matters." You desperately searched for a change of subject or a way to lighten the mood. "I'm still wondering what my supposed soulmate did – or will do – to me though... I mean, 'shit, i'm sorry' isn't common. I've never seen swear words on anyone's body except mine."

"Well, you are far from common yourself after all."

"I guess you're right."

---

"Ready ?"

You exhaled slowly and closed your eyes for a second. The smell of roses and grass was all around you and you could feel some rays of sunshine hitting your skin. Coming back to yourself, you looked at Steve and placed your hand on his arm.

"Ready," you answered, even though you did not mean that.

"Easy," he said as he felt your hand shake. "Darren is already crazy about you, he's not gonna run away. You on the other hand...well, it's still time to make it happen."

"I don't wanna run away, silly! I... I want to marry him. I am just, you know, slightly anxious."

"Yeah, slightly." He scoffed. "It's okay, you have the right to be anxious. Let's go, shall we?"

You almost couldn't hear the music playing as you started walking down the aisle. Every one was looking at you and it made you feel...weird ? Darren, at the other end of the path, was smiling at you. He strongly believed in you being his soulmate. After all, all his tattoo said was "hello", and he'd been confused his whole life at the amount of people speaking that word around him. You tried to smile back, of course, even though it felt slightly off. No one was looking at you weird, though, so it must've been just a feeling. Steve finally left you next to Darren.

"Dear guests, friends and family, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union in marriage of Darren Garrett Ward and y/n y/l/n."

Wanda, your sister and bridesmaid, gave you a reassuring look. She knew about the tattoo as well, even though she always thought of it as an old-dated superstition who tricked people into believing there was only one person right for them in the universe. That couldn't be true in her opinion, since she was blissfully in love with an android, who – technically speaking – had no skin to put a tattoo on. Her views on this had played a great role into making you feel better about lying to Darren.

"I, Darren Garrett Ward, take you, y/n y/l/n, to be my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part."

Okay, your turn now. You had this. With a smile on your face, you proceeded.

"I, y/n y/l/n, take you, Darren Garett Ward, to be my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. Sir, you may kiss the bride."

As Darren leaned in to kiss you, the whole crowd cheered and threw flower petals at you. That was the moment you finally felt filled with joy. The sun was shining above your head and everyone was perfectly happy for a moment. The kiss ended and Darren took your hand to take you a little farther in the beautiful garden, where all the tables had been installed for the party. Seated at the biggest table, you felt good, even with all those pair of eyes over you. You were married to the man you'd loved for three years, and nothing could ruin this perfect night. Steve finally joined you after speaking of the last details with the band he'd hired.

"Mrs y/l-Ward, I believe I haven't properly introduced you to my friend here..."

Unfortunately for the friend ini question, that was the moment a kid chose to hit him with a football, causing him to spill coffee all over your chest.

"F*ck, that's hot!" you exclaimed after getting up as a reflex.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he said instantly, with a somewhat grumpy voice because of the slight humiliation.

The two of you immediately shot looks at each other, at loss for words. Steve, who'd heard the exchange, couldn't believe his eyes. He'd always thought that his friend's "f*ck, that's hot" tattoo meant...well, something else. In an effort to seem unsuspicious, he finished introducing his friend.

"Bucky, meet y/n. I..."

"Steve, you'll finish the presentations later," Darren interrupted. "Y/n needs to change. Can you take care of that ?"

In an another scenario, you would've preferred Darren to offer his own help but there and then, you jumped on the occasion as Steve seized your hand and strode away from the scene. You were – undoubtedly – in total disbelief and when Steve handed you your evening dress, you had no idea what was going on anymore.

"What do I do now ?"

--- yes, i am back! I rarely post on this media, but I hope my story can make some people smile or just spend ten minutes away from their problems! Feel free to give me feedback

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penwieldingdreamer · 3 years ago

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Dante's Prayer - Chapter 3

The 2nd part of the Ball, hope you guys will like it. Let me know what you think about this. A big thanks to my beta @fortheloveoffanfic for keeping me on track with the characters 😉

Warnings: cursing

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"Mrs. Gray, why don't we retreat to the parlour for a drink and leave the men to talk their business." Helene suggested linking her satin gloved arm with Polly's and led her away from Thomas and her husband, nodding at the two men in parting.

"Lady McCann, please call me Polly, after all, we'll be family soon once the wedding is done." the Shelby matriarch told her nephews soon-to-be mother in law with a smile, the two women nearly gliding over to the smaller parlour of Castletown House.

Returning the smile, the duchess nodded her head. "By all means, then I'm Helene. We will be family soon, given that my daughter won't bail on us." A soft sigh left her lips, knowing Saoirse could be difficult. "Your nephew will have his work cut out for him, I reckon."

"Oh he'll learn how to deal with it. I have a good feeling that once they'll get to know each other they'll find common ground." The words were reassuring, yet both women knew that it would take a while for their children - in Polly's case she felt like her brother's children were just like her own - to warm up to the idea of sharing a life together.

Arriving at the doors separating the sitting room from the grand ballroom, Helene nodded at the butler, who let them enter. They sat down at the round table, plush armchairs providing comfort as the Birmingham resident looked around the room. Polly thought back to the time when she had to work hard to provide for her family and be there for Ada and Finn during the war, and all she could feel was gratefulness toward Tommy who was able to give them the life they led now.

"Has Thomas told you what he wants his wedding to be like?" the mother of three inquired, nodding at the butler in thanks for bringing them both refreshments and leaned back into the high-backed armchair. "I gather now that it is his second wedding he might want to change a few things."

Taking a sip from the champagne, the gypsy lightly shook her head. "So far, he hasn't said anything. He only does this out of duty to the family. I told him it was a good deal, but other than that he's not going to object to anything. All I can ask of you is considering a custom my family on my mother's side has partook in every time during a wedding." Polly wasn't too sure, the duchess would agree to traditions of the travelling folks but the soft smile on her face and the light nod gave her hope.

"I haven't always been a duchess, Polly." the blonde lady started, holding the Flute glas in her hand and watching the champagne sparkle in the soft glow of the lamps. "My mother originated from Germany, her cousin married the emperor of Austria and she was made Empress of Austria and Hungary. I often visited her when I was still a child and Sisi would visit the travelling folks of Hungary. Not all is as it seems, my daughter has the same spirit in her as Elizabeth did. Headstrong, modern, loyal to a fault, kind and with a childish wonder the war has snuffed out in many people. I do hope that Thomas won't try to do what the war hasn't been able to do. Despite me agreeing to this arrangement without her consent, she is still my little angel and I will grant you your customs just like we have ours, but should your nephew hurt her in any way, he will wish for war to take him again."

Nodding her head, Polly grinned at Helene, knowing they would get along splendidly. Protective of her family, just like herself, the Shelby matriarch knew that there was a good future ahead, bright was still to be questioned, but good at least.

Just then the decorated glass doors of the light coloured parlour flew open, a disheveled looking Arthur standing there, eyes ablaze and his face red from anger.

"Did ya know, Pol?" he asked storming over to his aunt, hands already grabbing for her arms. "Did ya know 'bout 'er, hm?"

Polly had never been someone to be frightened or threatened, especially not by her family, so she wouldn't start now and still Arthur always had a soft spot in her heart. Delivering a hard slap, she pushed the eldest of the brothers away from her, regret shining in her eyes. "What the fuck are ya talkin' about, Arthur?"

"I'm fuckin' talking about Niamh." he glared, his cheeks already turning a darker shade of red from anger and the hit he received. "She's been here all them years, pregnant with ma son, so 'm askin' again: did ya know 'bout it?"

Wide eyed, Polly felt the wheels in her head turning, remembering the girl Arthur had left behind to marry Linda, the redheaded beauty in the back of the church. "She was at the wedding, didn't say a thing, just left when it was over. That's all I know."

Letting out a heavy sigh, Arthur stumbled back into the armchair on the other side of his aunt, closing his eyes to order the thoughts in his head flitting about like butterflies. "What am I gonna do now?" Polly moved over to him, pulling Arthur into a tight hug because she knew it was hard on him.

Even though she wasn't a fan of Linda, her nephew loved her and she had to live with that. Now he needed to make a decision on what to do with the mother of his first child. "You need to talk to her, that much is clear. And get to know him, too."

Nodding his head against his aunt's belly, Arthur felt a small portion of the weight lifting of his shoulders. Linda would be furious, she already was with him leaving for Ireland to be part of the wedding preparations. Nothing had been decided yet, but the eldest Shelby had a distinct feeling, that Lady McCann would want the ceremony to take place in their home and he already dreaded the day the whole family would again sit on Tommy's side of the church and Linda coming face to face with his former lover and mother of his first son.

"I thought you'd have ta greet guests." he said, a cigarette perched between his lips as he watched his wife-to-be gazing at the sky.

"And I thought you would talk about business with my father." she replied, a smirk grazing her features and might he say it looked more like a small smile than a smirk.

Her body leaned against the banister and Tommy couldn't help but let his eyes roam over it, breathing in the smoke of the cigarette he had missed all evening. "There's not much business to talk about when there's a wedding about to take place."

Nodding her head, Saoirse turned her face towards his own as he leaned against the stone parapet next to her. "I hope Arthur has calmed down again after his encounter with Niamh when I left." she said after a moment of silence.

"Ach, he's fine. Needs to talk to her, though." Tommy shrugged, his stormy blues void of emotion as he stubbed out the cigarette on the banister. "His wife's goin' to have his hide, but he'll get over it."

Shaking her head, Saoirse looked away from the gang leader, feeling like the little progress they had made went up in smoke just like the cigarette. "You shouldn't be so indifferent to the feelings of others, one day you might not have anyone left to turn to."

"Often enough you only have yourself to rely on." he replied before he stood again, running a hand through his short hair and holding the other out to her. "We shouldn't make your guests believe that we hate each other, it's bad for business."

Snorting, the youngest of three took his hand, feeling the warmth of Tommy's skin through the satin of her glove as he led her inside to the ballroom. "Who said anything about me liking you? I don't really care what my guests think, mother's guests on the other hand, that would be a shame. After all, they came all the way from Austria and London."

"I see, you're not going to make it easy for me, are you?" he wondered, twirling her around so they could dance to the waltz the orchestra started to play. "What is this marriage going to look like, hm?"

Putting her left hand on his shoulder, Saoirse mentally thanked her mother for making her take the dance lessons in Vienna or else the future bride of Birmingham's most known gangster would have been an embarrassment. Her right hand delicately laid in his left and she couldn't help but wonder if they could do more than just hold a gun and kill. "I believe you'd like me to play the obedient wife, staying at your house and doing nothing, what with your fortune now. I heard you have a son, so probably be a mother to him, while you go out and do whatever you do."

"So, ya do know something 'bout me." he smirked, leading her across the grand room, unaware of the other dancers and their families. The pair danced in their own world and voiced their opinion on the upcoming union. "And here I thought ya didn't know anything."

"My sisters talk, Mister Shelby, although I didn't know which one my husband-to-be was, I still heard their opinions on you loud and clear."

The smirk on his lips widened at the thought of what Amalie and Louise had told their sister. "An' what pray tell did they tell ya?"

"Oh, you know, that you're a gangster, cold as ice, a former war hero and would do anything to get money." Saoirse shrugged, trying to rile him up as she saw his blue eyes darken. Tommy knew that he had to keep it cool. It wouldn't do him good to drag her off and…no, he wouldn't yell at her and make a scene, that would break the deal he made with her mother. He'd rather enjoy the rest of his life while it lasted.

Pulling her tighter into his body, he felt a satisfied grin make its way onto his face at her gasp. "You'd do well to keep those comments to a minimum. That money you so kindly brought up will grant you safety among Birmingham and the rest of England and Scotland. I don't want another of me wife killed because she wouldn't listen and had a mind of her own."

"Well then, you'd better look for another wife because I can be just as stubborn as you, Mister Shelby."

"I'd rather not. You're more than enough." Wincing at the thought of having to go through that process again, Tommy shook his head. The music had changed and another waltz was played. "Besides, finding a good woman that freely accepts my son is quite rare in these times."

Pursing her lips, Saoirse looked up into his stormy blue eyes. "I couldn't imagine someone not liking your son. Judging by what Louise told me about him, I take it he's a ray of sunshine."

"Are you really trying to make me hate you right now? But yes, Charlie is in fact a ray of sunshine despite having me as his father." Before the youngest daughter of the Duke could say anything, Tommy had twirled her outward, keeping his eyes on her face as he read the delight written all over it.

He couldn't help but enjoy these moments, couldn't remember the last time he danced like this with anyone that hadn't been Grace. When Saoirse had returned to his arms, she sent him a grin, a genuine one at that. "I'm not trying to make you hate me, I was stating a fact and to be honest I can't wait to meet your son."

Nodding his head at her answer, he led her around the ballroom for one final dance. "In two weeks you will meet him, so I do hope you won't change your mind about this arrangement."

"Don't do anything to make me change it and I'll be there." she answered him, her right hand squeezing his left tighter than before and Tommy couldn't help but grin at her attempt to threaten him. Life would be a lot more interesting once the wedding was over.

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