#If both parents were called she in police statements then it's going to look like a lesbian couple neglected their kid

[coochiequeens]

A man with a disabled wife and an autistic child "took contol of a situation" that left their house without working pipes in their bathroom. Instead he focused on his TQ+ blog using his child as a prop

By Reduxx Team February 19, 2024

CONTENT NOTICE: This article contains graphic descriptions of child neglect involving human waste and may not be considered safe for work. Reader discretion is appreciated.

A trans-identified male and his wife have been accused of endangering the welfare of a child after their 10-year-old autistic son was reportedly found in “squalid” conditions. Robert Eugene Plummer, 45, who identifies as transgender and uses the name Kirstyn Piper, and his wife Amy Plummer, 46, were arrested in Ocean County, New Jersey on charges endangering the welfare of their young son.

Reduxx has obtained details of the disturbing incident from the Ocean County Prosecutor’s Office, revealing that the New Jersey Division of Child Protection and Permanency (DCPP) was first contacted on December 8.

According to a sworn affidavit written by an Ocean County Detective, the DCPP was informed by a nurse at the child’s elementary school that there were “ongoing concerns” for the child’s hygiene and appearance.

DCPP workers went to the child’s residence, and observed horrifying conditions. They noted that the bathroom was “covered in feces” and that there were multiple Home Depot buckets placed around the residence, specifically in the hallway, filled with human waste.

DCPP deemed the residence was in “deplorable conditions,” and noted a number of other safety issues in the home. Police were then notified and the child was immediately removed from the home.

On December 11, a Detective with the Ocean County Police Department interviewed the child, who revealed that he had been living in those conditions for one year.

The child explained that the toilet did not flush, and his parents would simply wait for the toilet to fill with feces before scooping the waste out into buckets. He was unable to bathe because the bathtub was also full of feces, and had been getting bullied at school due to his poor hygiene.

Police then spoke with the child’s mother, Amy Plummer, who stated that there had been problems with the pipes in their home since March of 2022. She stated she would take the child to a nearby convenience store to defecate and wash when possible.

Amy explained she suffered from multiple physical disabilities, hindering her from walking too far, and had no income, preventing her from hiring a plumber.

She noted that the child’s father, a trans-identified male who uses the name “Kirstyn Piper” Plummer, had “taken control” of the issue and refused to seek help from anyone, the problem becoming increasingly worse over time.

In the affidavit, Kirstyn Piper, born Robert, is referred to using “she/her” pronouns. An arrest warrant shows Robert was classified as a “female.”

Following the interviews, Supervising Assistant Prosector Christine Lento approved charging both Amy and Kirstyn Piper with Endangering the Welfare of Children. The two were booked into the Ocean County Jail on December 12, and were released on December 19 pending trial.

According to the Prosecutor’s Office, their next hearing is scheduled in March.

The Plummers are vocal trans activists and have frequently posted to social media about their support for gender identity ideology and “LGBTQ+ issues.” Their foray into activism appears to have begun after Robert began identifying as a “lesbian woman” sometime in 2020.

Instagram posts made by Robert via his photography business use hashtags such as #lesbianpride, #transpride, #transgirl, and #savetranskids. Robert also appears to have produced and sold stickers and merchandise featuring the slogan “protect trans kids.” In some photos, his son is seen wearing a shirt reading “I Love My Two Mommies.”

A sticker designed by the Plummers.

The couple also had been running a blog, which has since been deleted, where they had posted about raising their son, who was diagnosed with autism in 2016.

Reduxx is withholding the information on both the Plummer’s blog and Robert’s social media accounts in order to protect the dignity and privacy of the child involved.

In February of 2023, Robert penned a blog entry about the importance of exposing children to “LGBTQ+ issues and transgender rights” from an early age.

“As caregivers, it’s our responsibility to provide a safe and inclusive environment for our children, regardless of their gender identity or sexual orientation. By exposing them to diverse perspectives and experiences, we can help them understand and appreciate the unique struggles that people from different communities face,” Robert wrote.

“Introducing our children to LGBTQ+ issues and transgender rights can also help break down harmful stereotypes and stigmas that may exist in society. Normalizing conversations around these topics can create a more accepting and compassionate world for all individuals.”

Robert Plummer.

Photos and videos uploaded to Robert’s various social media accounts indicate that he and his wife Amy had taken their son to LGBT-themed events on multiple occasions.

Disturbingly, Reduxx also discovered that Robert had been following an account on X that publishes “age regression” transgender fiction.

The account, @darkkitten123, bears the name “Ashleigh McGregor,” and links to a Patreon page where two individuals, at least one of whom is a trans-identified male, self-publish fictional stories about little boys being transformed into girls.

A significant portion of stories written by “Dark Kitten” incorporate adolescent and preteen characters, as well as themes of furrydom. The style follows a format for a genre known as “sissification,” in which the intended male audience finds erotic pleasure in the humiliation of a boy or adult man being forced to dress or behave in a stereotypical feminine manner.

[dark-elf-writes]

Chrome was with Mukuro when Tsuna grabbed him and she pats him on the back because she knows how this is going to end

Chrome loves her adopted brother. There’s no doubt about it. In her more dramatic moods she wonders if despite the year between their ages and being born to different families if they were meant to be born as twins. He was like the missing part of her. One soul in two bodies their adoptive family claimed. Weird little bastards their older brother fondly called them.

That didn’t mean she was blind to Mukuro’s faults if anything she was the most aware of them than anyone else. He was intense, possessive, violent to those that he felt had wronged him or the scant few people he had claimed as his, and perhaps his biggest flaw was once he was focused on something be it an idea thing or person he would never let go. Chrome was one of the people he had fixated on, back when she was fourteen and barely out of the hospital after her accident trying to adjust to her new reality and a new family all at once. It probably should have scared her, his undivided focus and attention, but he wouldn’t hurt her and it had been nice to have someone so… interested in her after so long of being ignored and hated by her parents. It hadn’t lessened in the years since, even as he found new things or ideas to catch his interest, but she had always known that eventually he would fixate on another person in addition to her.

That person came in the form of a wide-eyed boy with the fluffiest brown hair she had ever seen (he looked almost like a kitten, sweet and innocent and running to a wolf for protection) winding his arm through her brother’s while they had been going over an assignment for Chrome’s art class and announcing, loudly and bordering on panicked, that they were dating.

She knew the moment Mukuro’s eyes had traced over the boy’s face before flicking over to the person standing far too close to him. Knew when he unwound their arms to draw the boy closer to him. Knew when her brother traced possessive fingers over the side of the boy’s pale throat.

The poor guy had been claimed, and god help anyone who tried to take him from Mukuro now.

“Is there a problem, darling?” Mukuro purred, never taking his eyes off the man that was still too close to his new fixation.

“You didn’t say you had a boyfriend.”

“He shouldn’t have to,” Her brother’s eyes narrowed, clever mind already putting two and two together for why the poor guy had grabbed the first person he had seen and claimed to be in a relationship, “you should learn to accept rejection.”

Chrome bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. Her beloved brother wouldn’t see the irony in that statement and laughing now wouldn’t help this new ruse. She would laugh at him after. But first, there was another problem at hand a problem that would end with their family having to pay off the police again to keep Mukuro from catching an assault charge… or worse based on the way the man was reddening with rage.

She made a show of adjusting her grip on her cane and wincing. Not that the wince was fully for show. They had been standing long enough that pain was starting to lance up her leg in protest.

“Mukuro, let’s go. You promised you were buying both lunch today.”

Immediately her brother’s eyes were on her, tracing over her furrowed brows and the careful way she held herself. Good. He would be more focused on getting her off her feet than murder at least.

Later when they were settled at a rather nice restaurant Tsuna introduced himself and promised to pay them both back. He had also apologized and said he would get out of their hair.

Chrome had laughed, reaching across the table to pat the back of her future brother-in-law’s hand. He would learn soon enough that there was no unwinding his life from theirs, but she would at least get to sit back and enjoy the show in the meantime. Besides, she had the feeling Sawada Tsunayoshi would make a good friend.

[owlrageousjones]

Statement of Deacon Barker, regarding the disappearance of Pamela Evans, Matthew Turner, and several others in the London area. Original statement given July 2nd 2011. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Archivist.

Statement begins.

I'm not a baby. I'm not. Only babies are afraid of the dark. Only a baby thinks there's something there. I don't think there's something there. I know there is.

It started when I was... twelve. I think. I think that's the first time. I used to sneak out of my room when my fosters were asleep, just to get away. Sometimes I ran away, but the police usually brought me back. It happened on one of those little getaways that I saw it.

I can't describe it. I want to, but I can't. I didn't really see it, not properly. It was more a shape than anything else, but I watched as it stalked this woman - she didn't notice, and I wanted to tell her, to yell, to scream, I did but the… the thing looked at me and I realised if I said anything, it'd take me instead. So I didn't. And it took her. 

I can still hear her screaming.

I thought maybe I imagined it. I didn't go out for weeks again. Sarah was delighted, of course. Stupid bitch.

I went out again, of course. Eventually. Couldn't take it any longer, and wanted to run. I saw it again. Or something like it. It waved to me this time, stalking a boy I recognised from school. He recognised me too - waved as well. I waved back. We talked. Even hung out a little at the park. The thing just stayed out of his sight, but always in mine. Like it was taunting me. We smoked a little. Talked about shit. Tagged a wall. You know. Teenage stuff. When I turned around... he screamed. I didn't turn back.

Next day, he was missing from school. And the day after. I still see posters with his face on them. I never call the number. And I still keep going out. And every time I do, it's there. And every time, it takes someone else.

And... I'm terrified one night, I'll go outside, there won't be anyone left but me and it'll be my turn.

I guess I deserve that though, don't I? It's my just desserts. Maybe if I did warn them, maybe if I just screamed, they'd still be here. Or maybe it would've just taken both of us. I don't know.

I see it sometimes during the day now. In the shadows. Dark closets. Before I turn on the lights. When I go to bed, I swear I can hear it breathing under there. It's only a matter of time before it's my turn. So I guess I wanted to make this statement. To just say I'm not a baby. Or a coward. I know I didn't do anything when it took the others. But I won't scream when it's my turn. 

I won't.

Statement ends. Shortly after this, Deacon Barker went missing for the last and final time. Claw marks were left on his bed, sheets strewn about, and the window forced open. His disappearance remains suspicious, but his foster parents were cleared of all charges.

I suspect poor Mister Barker has succumbed to the Dark, based on his description of events, but I cannot help but feel an element of the Eye at play.

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

The Stars, The Moon, The Sun, and an Incoming Constellation

Part two

also posted on my a03, Agentsquirrel

The next day, they went back to their regularly scheduled house hunting. They found a purple Victorian in need of repairs with all original wood cabinets and flooring. By the sheer excitement in Sam's eyes, she would have murdered Danny if he didn't let her pay cash on the spot.

They were moved in by the end of the month, Danny finding out the place was haunted by more than a few child ghosts, who insisted on their newest little sibling having their room right next to theirs, and that they get a hobby horse.

Both Danny considered reasonable demands, and really, they were going to use that room anyway, as it was closest to their room. With a single phone call, Sam had her parents sending her family's heirloom cradle and rocking chair to be delivered within the week.

The nursery was going to be space themed, of course, and Tucker was already tinkering with a high-tech baby monitor. Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang, and Danny resisted the urge to phase through the floor to get to the door, reminding himself that they didn't have blinds yet.

Surprisingly, a green bulldozer was in their driveway, the police officer from the other day, and a blond man standing on their front stoop. Danny answered the door, trying not to sound as nervous as he was.

"Anything wrong, officer?" Danny asked, blocking them from seeing inside.

"Are you Danny Mason?" Charlie asked, slipping into Police Chief mode.

Danny nodded. "Yes."

"We are here to take your statement. I'm Graham Burns, the town's Civic Engineer. This is my dad-"

"Griffin Rock Police Chief Charlie Burns." Charlie offered his hand, and Danny shook it.

"Legally, I am still Daniel James Fenton, as my legal name change is still pending. But, I prefer to be Mr. Mason, or Danny, if we have to be casual."

"Of course, is Mrs. Mason home?" Charlie asked, making a note to edit his reports.

"Yes, permission to go back inside to get her?"

"Of course, but you aren't -" Danny slipped back inside before Charlie could finish, shutting the door in his face. "-Being questioned." He finished, rubbing his eyes in irritation.

Danny came back with Sam quickly, a fake smile on both their faces.

"Hello." Sam said, quite uncomfortable.

"Sam Mason?" Charlie asked.

"That's me." She answered stiffly.

"I wanted to ask you questions about yesterday's incident."

"Of course. Would you like to come in? There's not much furniture, but Danny could grab a camping chair from his office if need be."

"That's not necessary. Could you tell me how you got caught in that fight?"

"We were wandering around after Tucker took the car. We needed to use the restroom, and he decided to be an ass and drive away as a prank. Unfortunately, neither of us could use a map if it killed us, and we ended up in the restricted area. We were looking for an employee when those guys opened fire, and from there, we were just trying to survive." Sam said.

"I got lost in the smoke and took my time trying to get out." Danny said. "The hospital staff took my shoes and socks, and Sam's shirt, they are with mainland police."

"That's all I needed to know. Have a good day." Charlie said, pulling Graham with him as he left.

They got into Boulder, and Charlie gave Graham a look. "Next time, let me talk."

Graham cleaned his glasses and sighed. "Got it."

They drove back, and Charlie called a family meeting.

"Guys, they know nothing. Tomorrow, I will go pick up evidence from the mainland, but for the moment, Dani, Graham, I want you to at least try to fish for information. I want to know what killed those men, and why."

"Sammy?" Danny said, his voice that tired tone he gets after processing a bad fight. "Are you sure those gangsters were bad?"

"Yes, Danny, they wanted to kill us and followed us across state lines. Now, they know that this is Phantom's territory, and we can focus on the future baby and setting up a proper home."

Danny chuckled. "You sound like your mother."

"My mother didn't let man-eating hot dogs lead a revolution."

"Fair. I mean, at least the local schools are decent."

"And about to get a nice donation." Tucker said, his usual beanie replaced with a red silk scarf and rumpled from his mid afternoon nap. "The blinds should be here in a few days. Until then, Danny, feet on the ground."

Danny sighed. "Got it. Can't pretend Phantom is just a wig and contacts anymore."

"Uhh, no. You have the night sky as a skin tone, and your eyes are all melty now that you are a fully fledged ghost." Sam said. "I mean, it's gorgeous, but doesn't pass as human."

"Could I at least go flying? Please? I will stay out of the way of the helicopter?" Danny begged.

"Fine. But be careful." Sam said, knowing he would have snuck out to do it anyway. They all slept in separate rooms anyway, as they all preferred different sleeping arrangements, as Sam's a blanket hog, Danny needs a night light, and Tucker is a night owl.

As soon as the sun set, Danny went for a walk, found an unlit area, and bolted towards the sky, transforming as he went. He became a green bolt of light, twisting and turning in the sky. He went as high as he was comfortable, feeling the wind try to pull himself along. He knew he was unconsciously phasing through the worst of the wind currents, so when he grabbed onto gravity and started to free fall, the wind hit him at full force, his back stinging from the biting wind.

He pulled back up before he hit the tree line and surveyed the docks. A cleanup crew had been through already, though the bullet holes had yet to be patched.

Danny continued flying, performing loop de loops and aerial tricks for an audience of no one. At least, he thought so.

Just below him, Huxley was filming with his altered cell phone, secured against the getting one last good shot of the being’s face before sending it to Chief Burns. He had learned his lesson with the invasion incident and, with no backup, didn't want to risk being attacked by the otherwise oblivious creature.

Danny circled back to the edge of the suburbs, dropping down into a tall patch of grass and fighting his way back out, spitting out a few blades that had somehow made it into his mouth. He walked back to the house, fumbling with his house key and managing to trip over several boxes before falling into a lawn chair, breaking it. Sam flipped on the light, unimpressed.

“Really? Could you have been any louder?” She asked, her long, floor-length robe made of silk and dyed reclaimed rabbit fur, swishing over the cracked floorboards that desperately needed to be refinished.

She had the epiphany that the most sustainable way of buying clothes was wearing out what you already own and buying quality, sustainably sourced pieces from brands and artists that align with your values. She was still vegan but realized that buying plastic to avoid animal cruelty was a bit of an oxymoron. She found a variety of artists that worked with all reclaimed and ethically sourced materials and, as her clothes aged and wore out, had been slowly replacing them. Each piece was pricey, but she knew they would last, and no one was exploited in the creation process. After her tulle robe had ripped, Tucker had bought it for her as a Christmas gift (they celebrated mostly Jewish holidays, as Sam's family is Jewish, but Danny loves Christmas, so they usually had a small tree and a couple presents. Tucker insists on going to his parents' house for Thanksgiving. )

“Sorry. I realized I couldn't just drop in the front yard.”

“No you cannot. Go to the bathroom, check yourself for ticks, change, and come snuggle. I want Danny hugs tonight.”

Danny smiled and gave his favorite goth overlord a peck on the cheek before changing and heading up to bed.

[storiesbyrhi]

Bones and All - Chapter 15: Digestive Tract

Eddie Munson/Reader Series Masterlist

Warnings: canon typical violence/gore, swearing, abusive parents, animal farming/slaughterhouse setting (1 scene only); psychiatric hospital setting (1 scene only); discussion of religion; suicidal ideation/thoughts; murder; mid-level smut; no beta; updated each chapter

Synopsis: A Bones and All AU. What do you hunger for?

Chapter Summary: The aftermath. 3048 words.

A cockroach crawled out from under the vending machine. It scurried aimless patterns around the floor, stopping randomly, its antenna twitching. You had been here before - been lost in the feeling of hopelessness watching a brown little bug crawl across linoleum.

“You might wanna start talking now,” the cop said. He’d said it a few times though and you’d not heeded the warning.

The police station was cold. The wet blood soaked into your clothes was making you shiver, but nobody had offered you a change of wardrobe. They’d not even offered a cup of shitty coffee.

“Who’s the dead guy?”

“Where’s Bert Townsman?”

“What’s with the hair? Whose is it?”

Question after question but you were blinking long and slow, moving slower, not really there at all.

“Where’s your ID?”

“What’s your name?”

Briefly, you glanced at the cop. He had an unremarkable face and as soon as you went back to the cockroach, you’d forgotten it entirely.

…

“Jesus Christ! You couldn’t find a shirt for her to wear?!”

“It’s evidence!”

“Then put it in a fuckin’ evidence bag!”

Hopper’s voice boomed across the precinct. The police weren’t taking too kindly to a small town chief knocking down their door, but he wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer.

“Come on, kid,” he said to you, pulling you up by the arm and taking you into the toilets.

You were weak on your feet, but Hopper stood you in front of the sink and turned the water on. He grabbed an excessive amount of paper towels from the holder and piled them next to you.

“I’ll go find a shirt.”

You didn’t want to see your reflection. Too many times you had stood in front of a mirror with blood smeared across your face. So, you used the towels to clean yourself keeping your head low.

Hopper returned quickly, a woman cop in tow. You pulled your t-shirt off and dropped it into the plastic bag ziplock bag she held out, then took the old, oversized Notre Damn hoodie she offered. She’d picked it out of the lost and found.

“Thanks,” Hopper mumbled to her as she left.

“Y/N. What the hell happened?”

“Is he okay?”

“He’s still in surgery. What happened?”

“Is he gonna be okay? What did they say?”

Hopper could hear the desperation in your voice. He knew what it felt like to wait in limbo. He knew what it felt like to lose and grieve. “I don’t know… They haven’t said anything yet… Wayne’s on his way up. He’ll get there soon and give us a call here when they know anything.”

You nodded and took some shaky steps backward. Once against the wall, you slid down to the ground, pulling your legs up to your chest and holding on to yourself.

With his hands on his hips, Hopper sighed, almost wincing at having to watch you. “Look, I know this is hard. But if you don’t say something, they’re gonna start telling the story their way.”

When you looked up at the man, there was something in his eyes that made you wonder what he knew.

After following Hopper out of the bathroom and into an interview room, you gave a poised and clear statement. Sully was someone who gave you a ride when you were hitching. Then, he attacked you in a library in Muncie. Now, he’d stalked you to Notre Dame. No, you didn’t know who he was. No, you didn’t know what the rope made of hair was all about.

You described the way he wielded both a knife and his mouth as weapons. How he was like a wild animal, biting and ripping in some inhuman and ungodly way. It was all so very overwhelming and downright terrifying, you said.

“And what about Bert? Why have you been living in his place?”

In the first few days you and Eddie had taken Bert’s apartment and job, you laid the breadcrumbs out. Just in case. Wove a narrative about him taking off after some shady deals at a poker table. It was in character and the students you or Eddie told about it entirely brought it. In theory, a cop should be a more critical consumer of information, but as you told the story to the one sitting opposite you, he seemed to accept it.

“We found the deceased’s car a couple blocks down from the apartment,” he said as he closed his notebook and pushed away from the table a little.

The tone had shifted; you’d become a victim in his eyes.

“There’s a lot of stuff in there of interest… Might lead to more questions for you. Don’t go too far,”

“She’ll be coming back to Hawkins,” Hopper asserted before you could answer.

“No, I want to see Eddie,”

“Yeah, after that. Come on. Let’s go.”

…

The number of machines surrounding Eddie’s bed was upsetting. There were a lot of upsetting things happening all at once. As soon as you walked into the room, Wayne stood from where he was holding vigil at Eddie’s bedside.

“I’m sorry!” you started to cry to him. “I’m so sorry!”

Wayne caught you in a hug. “Hey. Hey. Calm down. Nothing to be sorry for,”

“But he-he-”

“I know. Hop filled me in. Eddie’s always been protective of family. He loves you, kid. He protected you. Don’t be sorry for him loving you.”

Wayne held you, rocked you on the spot, something you realised Eddie must have learnt from him. After giving you a moment, he let go and told you to go sit with Eddie while he spoke to Hopper outside.

In the hospital hallway, Hopper told Wayne that the cops believed your version of events. Some of the cops first on scene reported that some of Eddie wounds were more akin to a dog attack than knife, but there was no proof of that now. Sully’s identity would be discovered and he would be recorded as the perpetrator of one count of break and entering, two counts of assault with the intent to cause harm, and one final count of causing grievous bodily harm.

“Nothing they can do about it, now he’s dead. If Eddie makes-” Hopper stopped mid-sentence to correct himself. “When Eddie makes it out the woods, he can file as a victim of crime though. Might be entitled to a pay out,” Hopper told Wayne. “But if he wants that, then Y/N might need to provide some legal identification… And maybe things get dragged up that none of you want,”

“I hear ya, Hop. Government ain’t parting with any money if they don’t have it,”

“Yeah… I know they were trying to make a life up here, but it might be best for them to come home to Hawkins. Let things settle. Then try again somewhere else.”

Hopper looked at you through the open doorway one last time before leaving. He didn’t know what he didn’t know, but he was sure Wayne and Eddie were inherently good. That was enough for him.

Wayne came back into the room and pulled a chair up on the other side of Eddie’s bed.

You’d not moved, only placed your hand over Eddie’s and stared at his peaceful face. Listened to the beeping of the heart monitor, and the pump and whoosh of the ventilator.

“You’re like him, aren’t you?” Wayne asked, voice quiet.

Too tired to think, you just nodded.

“And the man?”

A nod.

Wayne didn’t know what Eddie was. Human, he was sure. He was there when Eddie was born. But something else too. He could make people disappear. That’s as far as his knowledge extended.

“You two have anything to do with Ted Wheeler going missing?” Wayne asked then.

The question caught you off guard, you looked over at the man wide-eyed. Your reaction alone gave you away. Wayne made a sad sort of face and looked down.

“It wasn’t Eddie. It was me. It was an accident. I-I didn’t pick him out or anything. Um. Wrong place, wrong time. I didn’t mean to. I don’t do… do that. I’m not like that. Eddie’s not like that.”

Wayne nodded once, still looking into his lap. “Ted Wheeler always was a bit of an asshole.”

…

They kept Eddie in a medically induced coma for four days. Although they’d been able to stitch him together, he was so fragile. His organs needed time to come back from the swelling, and his lungs were weak.

You and Wayne took turns being at the hospital. One of you would be there, while the other took the truck and got some sleep.

Max, Dustin, and all the others came to visit. Some brought meals for you and Wayne from their mothers. Some brought little tokens of their love for Eddie, leaving DnD figurines and guitar picks on the bedside table.

It was a Thursday morning when Eddie’s primary doctor made the call. “The scans show that the sutures have sat well. Most of the internal swelling has gone down enough to see there’s no major causes of concern at this point. And the skin graphs aren’t showing any signs of rejection,”

“That’s all good,” you said hopefully.

“Yes, it is, but he still needs to be able to breathe on his own. So, today we’re taking him off the ventilator this afternoon to see how he’ll do,”

“But he should be fine. Nothing says he shouldn’t be able to breathe,” Wayne clarified.

The doctor nodded. “I’d be surprised if he can’t, but then again, a wound that… messy… A lot needed to be improvised in the E.R. Hiccups along the road to recovery are to be expected.”

The day ticked by at an agonising snail’s pace. Each time you went for a walk, you’d return in ten minutes thinking you’d killed an hour. Wayne smoked his way through almost an entire carton. Finally, at 3:00 pm, the doctor returned.

…

Three Weeks Later

Everything was quiet. No music. No television. Even Forest Hills seemed uncharacteristically placid, so much so that you had to keep checking out the windows to make sure it was still there. And, it was. Your neighbour was out hanging her washing on the line. There were kids riding their bikes down the road. You even caught Wayne just as he was leaving for work.

As he came down the front step of the Munson trailer, he glanced over at where the small pull-along caravan his work friend loaned him was situated. He smiled at the sight of you looking wistfully out the window. You waved back when he raised his hand.

Eddie needed more than a fold out bed to recover in, but he refused to take his uncles in the trailer. The caravan was offered; a good solution that was working out well, even if it was only a little bit bigger than living out of a car.

You moved away from the window and went back to where you were making chicken soup. The monotony of stirring caught you in a trance, letting your mind go blank for a few beautiful seconds.

“Let me guess… Soup.”

Spinning on the spot, you grinned. “Hi,”

“Hi, baby.”

Eddie was sitting up in bed. You walked to him and inspected his torso. The skin graphs were healing well. He’d be a patchwork of scars, but he’d live.

“I know you’re hungry, but it’s too risky,” you told him.

Eddie nodded. “I know. Just feels like I’d be getting stronger faster if I wasn’t stuck on a liquid diet,”

“Hey! I made toasties yesterday! ... Look, I’m on it, okay. But we got through this because we were smart before. We gotta keep being smart.”

As well as crafting the story of runaway Bert and the legitimate reason for you and Eddie being in his apartment, you sorted through all the possessions you’d both accumulated during your time on the road. Anything that was… borrowed… from someone you ate was burned. It had felt good, really. Cowboy Cook’s hat. Steve’s wallet. Necklaces and books.

There was nothing left but proof of two semi-nomadic kids from small town America looking to start a life together.

“I know, I know. Sorry. I like your soups. I swear.”

You snorted and shook your head at him. “Get up and go sit. We’ll eat.”

The pull-along caravan’s layout was functional. Upon entering, immediately to the right was a dining booth. The table in the center could pop down to create a flat surface for a second single bed, but you and Eddie left it up. Along the far wall was the smallest kitchenette, the left side top corner cut off by a toilet/shower wet room. You couldn’t use the shower at the same time as each other, Eddie barely fitting in there alone. The lefthand side wall was occupied by part of the wet room, and then the double bed, which ran longways all the way up to the door.

When you slid into the booth opposite Eddie, putting two bowls down as you went, he grinned at you. The meal was void of conversation, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You finished first, and watched as Eddie slowly taught himself how to exist with one less finger.

Sully had bitten it clean off. It was in your statement and Eddie’s. The finger was in Sully’s digestive tract, found during the autopsy.

You considered the empty space between Eddie’s left hand little and middle finger. Was it a bad omen that the place a wedding ring should sit was gone? Had he thought of that too?

There had not been a lot of discussion about Notre Dame. You thought about it all the time. It replayed vividly on a loop behind your eyes. Not Sully. Not the knife or the rope of hair. No, not that. It was the image of you lowering your mouth to Eddie and eating. It was the knowledge that you’d consumed part of him. That you knew what Eddie tasted like. That he was a part of you in that brutal and intimate way forever. That it left the dynamic between you so uneven.

Eddie finished his soup and looked up. Your gaze was fixed on his hand. He wriggled his fingers at you, bringing you out of your heavy thoughts.

“Lucky it wasn’t my right hand,” he said. You just nodded, smiled softly. “Can I ask you something?”

Figuring it was something small, maybe inconsequential, you nodded again.

“Why didn’t you do it?”

“Do what?” you replied.

“You know… Finish the job.”

You studied Eddie’s expression, lost for a moment until – “You mean eat you?! What the fuck, Eddie?”

“Wait, no, listen… I don’t mean ‘I wish you did,’ I mean… How did you stop yourself?”

Grabbing your empty bowl and his, you left the booth and dumped the dishes in the sink loudly. He’d hit a nerve; what the nerve was attached to, you weren’t sure.

Eddie stood but didn’t need to follow you. The caravan was small enough that there was no place to hide. “I mean, I don’t know if I could have,”

“Eddie, I don’t want to talk about it,”

“Why?”

“I just… I just don’t, okay?”

Eddie’s gaze burned through you, but he let it go, waving his hand dismissively and moving to get back in bed. For the rest of the night, he tried to figure you out.

…

The caravan windows were covered in condensation when Eddie woke. He drew shapes into it like a child with a magic slate toy. While he worked and listened to your sleeping sounds, he wondered how he had tasted to you. What did it feel like to eat someone willing? Someone who loved you? Who you loved? What was it like to have him as part of you?

It occurred to Eddie that he was jealous of something you seemed to be all fucked up about.

Eddie burrowed back under the covers with you, pulling you closer to him. You stirred, making little grumbling sounds that caused butterflies to unfurl from cocoons in Eddie’s belly. He pressed his forehead to yours, then pushed kisses against your lips.

“I love you,” he whispered into your mouth.

You lifted your leg to hoist over Eddie’s frame, and he held you in place. Burying your face in his neck, you kissed and sucked little bruises into his flesh. His fingers roamed, explored, eventually finding their way below the elastic of your underwear.

“Do you love me?” he asked. You nodded, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “Do you trust me? ‘Cause I can fix this. For you. For us.”

Eddie watched your eyebrows pull together in confusion; you were searching his face for ideas. He kissed you again, and again, and again.

“You need it to be even, right?” His voice was low, and the pain and ecstasy of him knowing you and understanding you caused you to hide your face back in the crook of his head. You nodded though. “Yeah? That’s okay. That’s okay, baby. ‘Cause I… I need to know what you know. I wanna… Taste… Need you to be part of me too.”

There was a very precise meaning to Eddie’s words and you did not misinterpret them.

He still had one hand in your underwear, slowly and gently teasing you. With his other, he found your left hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing each fingertip lightly.

“We can be the same,” he breathed out.

Tears started to roll down your cheeks as you whimpered and nodded. It felt like you were drowning. He had you pinned in every way. Mind. Body. Soul.

Eddie nudged your head up with the tip of his nose so you could watch. Your eyes grew wide and unblinking. He folded all your fingers down bar the ring finger. Again, he kissed the tip of it, then sucked it into his mouth and closed his eyes.

You took a deep breath in and held it steady. Grinding your hips into Eddie’s hand hard, you listened as Eddie’s teeth crunched through tendon and bone, watched as blood spilled out from between his lips and began to soak into the bed. Finally, you were happy.

End Note: Well, that's it folks! I would LOVE to hear your thoughts, especially if you've seen/read the originals. Thank you for coming on this cannibalistic journey of love and identity and belonging. It's been fun.

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[bowtied-pasta]

My upcoming fic is a P.I. au for True and Splendor, based off of the oneshot fic I have published of the au on my Ao3.

Here’s a little peek at what I’m cooking up here, and it will be a multi chapter fic with an unknown number of chapters.

True had not planned to be sitting in a cafe today. She had not planned to be hunched over her personal laptop, researching the life of some family and their missing child by scoring their social media presence with a fine toothed comb. She had most certainly not planned to end up finding a lead only two states away from where both she and the family lived.

When the Robinson’s had come into her small place of business, she had not expected them to ask her for her services in the way they had. She was primarily in the business of proving adultery, catching cheating spouses and such.

She was a sucker for a good sob story, and when the mother had broken down in tears, supported only by the arms of her husband… True couldn’t help but commit to the case. A case that the police were apparently just fine leaving where it was. Which was… odd. Very odd.

The research had not been difficult, not even close to how difficult some cheating spouses made it for her. The last known location of the child was easy to figure out, at least after she dug a bit. Eye witnesses were a bit unreliable, given the child had gone missing a bit over a week ago, but camera feeds were typically her go to anyway.

The missing child, Marco, was… is, fifteen years of age. The parents had allowed their child to go on a solo trip to their cousins house, in the state she currently found herself in.

The debit card statements the parents had given her proved that the child had visited several shops, one of which being the very cafe she was sitting in now. She had already reviewed the video feed with the manager on duty, having had them send a copy over to her so that she could forward her findings to her clients tonight if she didn’t wrap it up before then.

The cousins had been easy to talk to, since they already knew she had been on the way to speak with them, curtesy of her clients. Marco had visited the cafe last in his long list of shopping spots, and after playing on his phone for a few hours and drinking his coffee, he leaves.

From what she can gather, he had not been followed, nor had he been approached while he was in the cafe. Marco had entered alone, sat alone, and left alone. But Marco had not arrived at his cousins house that day. Nor did he arrive the day after.

A little digging in the right direction would tell her where he had gone after the coffee shop, as this was his last known location before he went missing… it was a shame he didn’t make a scene or anything of the sort. That would make him memorable. But the picture she had been showing off hadn’t had anyone giving off recognition vibes.

It was a shame, really, that her intent ability didn’t work on inanimate objects or even the dead. She could read the intent of those inside of what she liked to call her bubble of effect. Now, reading intent was all fine and good, but knowing how best to get people to show their true colors was the trick of it.

No, abilities like hers were not normal. True had learned from a young age to keep it to herself that she could know what she could. She wasn’t looking for the fame or publicity that would come with the inevitable leak that would follow her telling any of her clients what she could do.

True sat back with a sigh, having moved on from the seemingly dead end that was the family socials by opening a fresh tab. She needed to think. She wasn’t familiar with the area, and the kid probably hadn’t been too familiar with the place either. A logical place for an adult to wait for their ride would be right here in the cafe… but she was dealing with the mind of a child. Possibly the most unpredictable kind of mind there was.

Sitting back up, she pulled up a map of the town she was in. Glancing over the patchwork of greens and blues, her eyes landed on several parks, but the size of the forest is what really had her attention. Several parks on the map were nestled up against the forests edge in various locations, but one in particular was closer than the rest.

It was the closest park for miles. Walking distance, in fact.

Nothing else in the area seemed like it would catch the attention of a child, so it would be a good first step. She would be looking into wether the local police had conducted a search of the forest yet, and if not then why, tomorrow. For now, she would scope out the park for herself before returning to her hotel room for the night. It was far too late in the day to go looking in the woods on her own. Especially considering the vibes she had picked up from the citizens of the town.

The forest seemed to be a tender topic in the town. One of life’s unmentionables. She would need to talk to some of the locals about the forest as well, just to see if anything held truth in the sea of rumors and folktale. She could probably get through a few before she developed the headache she just knew was coming.

[moosekateer13]

Chapter 7: That Won't Save Us

3 months later...

Not closer to figuring out where he is. Joe has been leaving gruesome items on my house’s doorstep. That includes his toes. Utterly disgusting. When Sam saw all the items he muttered under his breath “Do you know how much I love you?” “Who do you want dead this time?” It scared me slightly because I know he wasn’t kidding. Sam doesn’t think I heard him but I did. He knows I am already afraid he doesn’t want to scare me further at the thought of him going to jail.

 I’m headed home after a long day of work. It was busy today with many people buying books. It’s become quite busy lately. With the cafe taking off more people have been visiting the store too. A local celebrity posted about it.

 I’m headed home after a long day of work. It was busy today with a lot of people buying books. It’s become quite busy lately. With the cafe taking off more people have been visiting the store too. A local celebrity posted about it.

Sam and Eden couldn’t take me home today since they both had to work late. So I’m taking public transit. I gave my bodyguard the rest of the day off. Not that far of the trip back to Sam’s. So I figured I’d be fine for my trip home. I anxiously fiddle with the belt on my trench coat as I wait for the bus. I see an eerie figure out of the corner of my eye.

Joe with that all too familiar menacing look in his eyes. He stalks towards me.

“Y/N, Y/N you shouldn’t go anywhere by yourself.” Joe taunted.

“How did you even know I was in Austin?” I asked.

“Your friend Wysteria Riddle has been following your socials. She told me where you were.” Joe said.

That bitch we had a following out in college. We were both taking literature. I was going through a hard time keeping up with things. When I needed her, she left me behind. I did nothing to her so I can’t understand why she’s done this.

“She had no reason to rat me out. I did nothing to her,” I replied.

“Pure jealousy. You had everything she didn’t family, friends and talent. Now you have Sam and Eden an extra slice of good. Wysteria wanted to pay back for that. When she heard I was looking for you. She gave me the information I needed. Of course, she doesn’t know I want to kill you. All she thinks of is a weepy guy wanting his love back. Wy thinks you dumped me for no reason.” Joe said.

After he finishes his nonsense, he lunges for me. Joe failed to notice that I had grabbed my gun out of my purse. I don’t hesitate and shoot both of his legs causing him to face-plant. A few months ago, I registered for a gun. I refused to be his next victim.

With the police station just around the corner. Sirens come almost immediately.

John rushes over to me. 

“Thank god you’re safe Y/N. It was still dangerous for you to give your bodyguard the day off.” I quickly give him my statement. 

That’s when Sam suddenly comes around. How the hell did he get here so fast?

“Hummingbird I am so glad you are okay. It scared the shit out when dad called and told me.” Sam said.

He eagerly takes me into his arms. I sobbed into his shoulder. I feel relieved that all of this is over. Joe while no doubt will be serving several life sentences

Dean has also arrived so has Eden. Mary is even here. 

“Okay, guys let’s not smother her she’s overwhelmed. Let's get her home,” Sam said.

He picks me up and puts me in the back seat of his car. Sam gets in the other side. John drives us back to Sam’s place. Dean, Mary and Eden are following behind us in Dean’s impala.

 When we arrive back my parents are there. Along with my friends, Chelsea, Alicia, Noe and Cole. They all hug me. Then we have dinner my mom made. It’s sort of like a celebration dinner that this entire ordeal is over.

Epilogue

[mayblueflamesreign]

Outside an unkempt, manufactured home, a nearby tree with spindly branches seemed to reach out, grasping for the moon. The fog rolling through the air outside bore a curious, smoky scent, mixed with dead leaves and dampened earth. It smelled like Halloween.

The Harvest Moon was hanging on a wide, dark canvas, just half past three in the morning. There were no stars visible outside of Toby’s bedroom window. No chance of a wish to protect him, no Peter Pan to whisk him away to a world of play. However, the moon conveyed its message well enough to compensate for the silent vigil: She was coming.

This time, nobody was left to argue.

Inside Toby’s bedroom, from corner to corner, the naked walls seemed to lean inwards. All of the stacked books and action figures barricading the windows didn’t help either; they veiled the walls with their looming shadows and the moon’s dim, amber glow. The indoor lights had already died some time ago thanks to an unpaid electric bill, which was only more collateral damage following the disappearances of his parents and uncle.

Toby wondered, his gut sickening at the unbidden thought, what CPS would do later in the day when they arrived to claim him. Would they find him? Would they care enough to ask around for answers?

A police report was crinkled between his fingers, prepared with sufficient details for such an investigation.

The officer who’d overseen the case had tiny writing deeply pressed into the pages with dark blue ink. Cold with dread, Toby needed no reminders of the report’s content. He needed the man who’d written it.

Detective Stefan Larento

You won’t believe one word of this report, but it’s happened, and will continue to happen in similar fashion. And you are going to see that there’s a fate worse than death.

September the 23rd, 2022

7:53 am

911 dispatch – B&E in NE Pensacola

The initial complaint came from Emma Sheffer (70 y) who’d been preparing to host an auction via video call. The auction was to take place in her garage. She says that she was unable to hear any disturbances from there and had no idea there was anyone in her home until ten minutes before the bidding was meant to start. Ms. Sheffer went into her house for a cup of coffee and found Baylee Knight (13 y) in the living room watching TV.

As I took Knight into custody, she explained that breaking into Ms. Sheffer’s residence had been the condition of a dare by some of her friends.

The possibility occurred to me that Knight had not acted alone. When I asked her if she’d had any friends come with her, she appeared nervous and didn’t answer. I lowered my voice to tell her I knew she wasn’t the ringleader, and that she shouldn’t waste her future for someone unwilling to protect her.

A downcast Knight replied that she already had no future, but looked up past the staircase. I asked Ms. Sheffer whether she kept any valuables upstairs and in which rooms; alarmed, she informed me that a collection of designer bags by Demelza Robbins was stored inside her bedroom closet. I went upstairs with Knight, and found Lowan Percetti (14 y) trying to escape through the window with one of the bags.

I apprehended the second suspect, who quickly turned on a third one he identified as Noah Zoro (age u/k). Once Knight and Percetti were both detained safely in the squad vehicle, I turned my focus towards finding Zoro. It took a nearly forty minute search before I finally checked the laundry room and found him hiding inside the dryer. His statement to me before I took him to join the others indicated that both his parents are deceased, and his relatives seem to have abandoned him.

Conclusion:

I’m not sentimental enough to use flowery expressives, but I wish I could do more to help. As I hold little to no experience with kids, I’m resigned to calling in CPS and letting them take this case from there. Nothing was broken or taken from the residence of Ms. Emma Sheffer. With luck, these kids will face minimal charges and receive the benefits of court-mandated counseling.

-Det. Stefan Larento

Toby blinked repeatedly in the empty darkness, as if by doing so he could blink it away; as though he could blink his tears back into their ducts and somehow reverse time.

Then he allowed himself to remember the rest – because Larento’s report covered more than just the beginning. Why the detective hadn’t turned it in, Toby still couldn’t quite grasp. He’d merely discovered it that morning stuffed in his mailbox sans envelope.

…a fate worse than death.

The name Demelza was curiously emboldened with black pen over the blue. Demelza was the key in this testament manifested from Larento’s tomb.

Demelza Robbins was called eccentric, a token of appreciation for her contributions to the fashion of high society. Lower-born company deemed her something else entirely, something she’d earned with her quiet, intense hatred of men and the numerous disappearances of those who crossed her path.

The children even had a rhyme for her:

Moonlit beaches don’t scare me

Miss Demelza, set me free!

Deep down, everyone knew and was just too afraid to say: Demelza Robbins was a witch.

In the case that this document never makes it to Captain Maya Valentine’s desk, it will mean that Toby Holloway is reading it right now – and it means I’ve failed. I’m sorry.

Teeeer! A harsh scraping noise from outside startled Toby out of his reverie, plunging his senses into ice-cold terror. Toby’s shallow breath shook hard in his lungs as he waited.

I never took Noah Zoro into the station after he told me his uncle had disappeared without so much as a missing persons report filed-this in itself was not the reason I brought in Baylee and Lowan but not him. I didn’t bring Noah in because he revealed himself as a key witness for several of the ongoing investigations. He would only talk to me if I could protect him.

First, we went to Indigo Beach, where he’d been living alone since May of 2022-surviving off of the profits from his break-ins. Baylee Knight and Lowan Percetti never roped him into stealing anything – it was always the other way around. Apparently he’d told Knight and Percetti that Emma Sheffer’s house was the score of a lifetime.

“The score of a lifetime?” I interrupted him. “Who even talks like that?”

Noah scowled. “I do! Now listen -.”

“How old are you anyway?” I wondered out loud.

Ignoring me, Noah cast his tale. “Uncle Redd had always been nervous about this place. We didn’t have money, so there wasn’t much choice in that. But he hated the smell of the Atlantic waters, and the noise of seagulls screaming. Most of all, he didn’t like being so close to her.”

“Who?” I asked as he pointed towards a cliff built up from the sand.

Noah hesitated, and I sensed he was going to reveal a mind-blowing truth. Or, more likely, an obvious lie.

“Miss Demelza.”

Demelza Robbins? My mind echoed the name, unsure that we were indeed talking about the overpriced purse designer. People in this town thinks she eats babies and communes with the Devil. However, I didn’t live near them. In my opinion witches were either Wiccans or trick-or-treaters in costumes. Anything else sounded completely absurd to my ears.

“Okay,” I said finally. “We’re going to the precint.”

“I’m telling the truth,” Noah snapped. “Demelza did something to my uncle! I saw it!”

“Saw what?”

Noah fell silent. He still didn’t trust me, and I didn’t have time for this.

“Sorry kid.”

He glared. “Don’t ‘sorry kid’ – you’re what? Ten years older than me?”

Then he was about twelve years old. I made a mental note – he looked much younger than that.

“You have an uncle,” I tried. “How about an aunt?”

He shook his head. “Aunt Nelly left awhile back to look for Uncle Redd, and she’s still gone.”

I hesitated. “Do you think Demelza Robbins did something to her too?”

“Maybe. I don’t know yet.” He seemed so downcast, and I couldn’t blame him at all.

“Alright, I’ll look into it – if you agree to tell me your real name. Can’t do much without it.”

The kid’s jaw hit the ground. “How did you know?”

I snorted. “One Piece fan. “Roronoa Zoro is the best, hands down. So, am I talking to your neighbor or not?”

The kid raised his eyebrows. “You’re not nervous?”

“I don’t believe in witches.”

“Do you believe in serial killers?”

“I believe in guns,” I assured him.

He looked uncertain. Then, “My name is Toby Holloway.”

I nodded my appreciation. “Thanks Toby. Don’t leave town.”

As I went to the door, I could have sworn he rolled his eyes.

I really should’ve left it alone, but I’ll admit that I was curious. So then. Off I went to see the Dark Artist of Pensacola.

Toby had been waiting on Larento’s return ever since. Now he feared the worst.

Fear. It was just an illusion to protect oneself from danger. Nothing shameful about it, nor anything necessary for this moment in time.

Darkness. Scratches behind the walls. Tall, shadowy figures in the moonlight.

They wouldn’t hurt him. They couldn’t hurt him.

But Toby was terrified of the stillness and silence.

Demelza probably preferred to advance when everything else was stopped. It made her victims’ screams louder for her to enjoy.

Toby wondered if Larento had screamed in the end.

A crisp ocean breeze blew into his little home suddenly, blasting his bedroom window off its hinges. The wait was over.

Toby, came a soft whisper. Toby. Come home with me.

No, he shuddered.

Toby, it said again. Don’t you want to know about your detective friend? I can show you.

“No,” Toby whispered again, all of his pleading useless.

The room brightened, and Toby blinked at the scene. Larento was knocking on the crest-white painted front door to Demelza’s beach house.

A statuesque figure with bouncy ebony tresses opened it.

Larento immediately devolved into a giddy high school senior. Clearly he’d been expecting Scary Granny Witch Demelza.

Young, hot, fashion icon witch Demelza was going to eat him up.

“Ah, hello?” Larento coughed. “Demelza Robbins?”

For a moment, Toby saw Demelza’s eyes narrow as they did at the sight of any man, and then they lifted in a politely puzzled expression.

“Yes?” she replied, a slight pitch in her voice hinting at a faded British accent.

“Hi, I’m Detective Larento with the Pensacola P.D.”

Toby groaned nervously at the transparent question mark Larento had left at the end of his introduction. Apparently Demelza’s cheerleader body was costing him his certainty that he was a cop.

“Did you find him? My lost dog, I mean?”

Demelza owned a dog?

Larento hesitated. “Ma’am, I’m sorry about your dog, but I’m here on another matter.”

Her face fell with a practiced grace. “Oh. What can I do for you then, Detective?”

Larento hesitated, and Toby knew he was the one who was lost. The poor sap must have been a virgin.

“Is it all right if I come in?”

Demelza flicked her long eyelashes in wide-eyed surprise. “Of course.”

NO! Toby’s heart sped into a frenzy.

Once Larento and Demelza were settled at the kitchen table with a teapot in the middle, Demelza took full charge of the conversation.

“This is a special leaf blend of mine,” she gestured at the teapot. “But you don’t need to drink it. I know there are words whispered about me around town.”

Larento coughed again, and Demelza offered him a cup.

Then the idiot drank the tea.

“How does that make you feel?” he asked, now a therapist rather than a police officer.

Demelza shrugged. “Makes perfect sense. I cross the pond and wind up in a fairly superstitious part of the country. But I don’t make my livelihood selling fortunes and reading palms, Mr. Larento.”

Larento ignored the drop of his title and surmised, “You make purses.”

Demelza laughed, and it echoed through Toby’s veins as he watched the scene play out.

She sobered. “I hope to branch out and create more than handbags eventually. But yes.”

“It’s an impressive career.”

“I owe it all to the people who helped me get this far. But you didn’t come out here to discuss fashion accessories.”

“No, in fact, I came to ask you about a man named Redd Rivers.”

Demelza’s dark brown eyes flashed cold for a moment. Larento must have seen it, because he continued, “His disappearance and the subsequent vanishing of his wife left their nephew without a guardian. I need to find them before he’s placed in the foster system.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” she murmured. “Why come to me about this?”

“Because, according to Toby Holloway, you were the last person Rivers saw before dropping off the face of the world.”

“Hmm.” Demelza seemed nonplussed. “Fair enough.”

“Do you have any idea where he went?”

Demelza smiled. Only smiled. “Poor Toby,” she said at last. “He has quite an imagination, doesn’t he? Did he tell you the locals’ running theory that I turn those who cross me into handbags?”

“Please answer the question, Ma’am.” When Demelza did not respond, Larento asked the most intelligent question used so far in this “interrogation.” “Did you…turn Redd Rivers into a bag, ma’am?”

Demelza grinned wide, and the basket containing all of Toby’s hopes fell to the wayside. “You’re cute. I think you should stay,” she cackled at him, the scene reverting back to Toby’s bedroom. Demelza’s cackling still reverberated from the walls.

“What did you do to him?”

For the first time tonight, Toby felt bold. For a brief thirty seconds, he’d felt like he could finally have an actual friend in Larento.

“I let him go.”

Toby whirled around to see Demelza standing at his door. She had a tartan handbag slung around her arm – the one that was left behind after she was finished enchanting his uncle. Toby gulped.

“Yeah. I’m guessing he just went home to binge One Piece. What about this report?”

“Oh that?” she waved a dismissive hand. “He knows what your fate was all along Toby. To be an orphan, abandoned and unloved. He could have fought for you, but he mailed off a half-baked apology and abandoned you instead.” Her eyes flashed in the dark. “Just like Nelly and Redd. Just like mommy and daddy. They all could have had a gift to cherish but they wasted it.”

Then it hit Toby, bringing a lightning sharp shock to his senses, making him sick to his stomach.

The real reason Demelza was ridding the people around him, for the purpose of her claim – the one thing Larento hadn’t been able to do anything about.

Demelza Robbins’s lost dog.

“Mistress,” he remembered, disbelieving.

Demelza’s smile returned, twisted in malicious amusement as Toby dropped to all fours.

“Let’s be a good boy and get going. I have a new bag to pick up for my collection.”

THE END

[casspurrjoybell-30]

Bonding with the Enemy - Chapter 34

*Warning Adult Content*

Winding Down

It was an absolute miracle that Darren managed to stay awake long enough for help to arrive.

With Mary detained, Jasper had confiscated her phone so he could tell the police where to find them.

Due to his wound and excessive blood loss, the rogue had to be rushed to the emergency room immediately.

Unbeknownst to them, Darren was NOT a fan of such places due to the high concentration of spirits that tended to linger there, so he struggled until they knocked him out with some pain killers.

When he finally came to, he found Jasper sitting beside his bed and chatting with some random blond.

Darren rolled his head over and took note that this woman was extremely attractive, which didn't sit right with him as she continued to act much too friendly towards the Alpha.

Mustering up what little strength he had, Darren sat up with a groan, drawing the attention of both his guests.

"Wait. Darren, don't do that," Jasper was upon him instantly, pressing the rogue back down into a laying position.

"What's wrong with letting him sit up?"

"He keeps trying to leave for some reason," Jasper explained.

Darren recognized the woman's voice and turned.

Now that he could see her face, he realized it wasn't just some random stranger that had come to flirt with Jasper.

"Marcy?" he croaked, then broke into a coughing fit.

Marcy looked panicked for a moment, then spun around until she spotted a passing nurse and practically tackled them to demand a cup of water.

"Why is she here?" Darren decided to ask once his throat stopped threatening to choke him out.

"I called your family," Jasper explained.

"Your parents were... busy but Marcy insisted on visiting. I thought that maybe you wouldn't try to run off again if someone familiar was here."

"When did I try to run off?"

"Every time you woke up."

Darren blinked.

"I don't remember any of that."

The Alpha smiled.

"I'm not surprised. The doctors had you on some pretty heavy meds. I tried to keep watch over you so they wouldn't have to do that but it was difficult since I had an entire investigation to wrap up."

Instantly Darren popped up from the bed.

"How did it go? Where's Mary? Did you find the kids? Is Sophie free?"

Jasper sighed.

"Lay back down and I'll tell you."

Darren flopped backwards and looked up expectantly.

"Mary's in jail. We found enough evidence to connect her to the property near the lake and the cops that went to investigate it said that the basement was decorated like some kind of daycare. They found hair and toys from the missing kids down there, as well as some transaction papers and billing statements on alias accounts. It's going to take a while but we should be able to track all the kids down and bring them home. As for Sophie, she's free and helped testify against Mary once we explained everything to her. As for Gerrit..." Jasper glanced away.

"What?" Darren asked.

He knew that Gerrit would be the most impacted by everything.

Not only did the man lose his father but now his mother as well.

"He's... he took a few days off and rented a hotel to stay at. He said he couldn't stay in the Alpha House anymore. I'd have let him take more time off but he insisted on coming back to work. I think keeping busy is his coping mechanism. You'd be surprised how much work he's gotten done. I wish I was half as efficient as he was."

"A few days?" the rogue asked, surprised. "How long have I been in here?"

"About a week."

"What?"

"You kept getting up and making your injuries worse."

"Well shit," Darren muttered.

"I guess it's a little late to say I hate hospitals, huh?"

"No shit."

Suddenly, Marcy came back in with a paper cup and handed it to Darren.

"You think I can leave today?" the rogue asked as he chugged the water.

Jasper shrugged.

"Maybe? We'll have to ask the doctor."

With that, they called for a nurse to get an update on his condition and learned that Darren had been well enough to leave days ago but thanks to the investigation, no one was available to watch over him at home, so they had opted to keep him a bit longer.

Before getting released, the rogue was able to catch up a little with his sister.

He had missed so much of her life and he truly wanted to make up for it, so Darren wrote down her number before Jasper escorted him back to the house.

For the next few days, Darren slowly discovered that he had somehow unlocked a new level of his ability.

Now, he was able to summon nearby ghosts to his side, rather than hunting them down.

It wasn't always successful though and he was only able to draw one at a time unlike the crowd he had gathered before. 

He was particularly curious about who that man was that Mary seemed to recognize.

Naturally he tried to summon the ghost a few times to ask him directly but try as he might, the ghost wouldn't appear.

This left Darren to assume he had passed on after seeing Mary.

He suspected that the man may have been some kind of ex lover that Liam chased off back when the two first bonded but with how young he looked, Darren started to suspect that the previous Alpha may have done more than scare him away... for a while, this theory was enough to distract the rogue from another problem that had popped up. 

Ever since he removed the Collar, he could sense Jasper more intensely, yet the two hadn't sealed their bond yet, which meant his heat was going absolutely wild. 

He'd think up theories on who the mysterious ghost was, then Jasper's image would pop in his head and shatter his focus.

Unfortunately the Alpha was extremely busy with work now that he had been officially appointed as the new Alpha.

This meant that Darren was left in the house alone most of the time, with nothing more than a Beta to watch over him until the man returned.

Luckily Jasper had come home early tonight but when Darren tried to spark up a conversation, the man seemed to dodge him. 

This wasn't the first time the Alpha had done this either but the rogue had a feeling he knew why.

After all, Jasper had recently learned that he was also a victim, having found his own purchase date in the Alpha's budget.

It was definitely a shock for the man to realize he wasn't even from the pack to begin with, so Darren didn't mind holding back until Jasper had a chance to take it all in.

That didn't stop his heat from causing the rogue to hope for some kind of physical development though.

Disappointed, Darren gave up and returned to his designated guest room where he laid back down to calm himself. 

Waving his arm cautiously, Darren decided he was definitely healed enough to do the deed but what good was that going to do him if his mate was avoiding him?

A gentle knock on his door drew his attention.

"Come in," he called, knowing it could only be one person.

Jasper entered meekly and walked over to the side of the bed.

"I... uh... just thought I'd check up on you."

Darren quirked a frustrated eyebrow.

"Oh really?"

The Alpha shifted his feet and scratched the back of his neck.

"Er... I... um...did you... um.... do you want to...?"

The rogue took interest as he picked up on a slight whiff of pheromones coming off the man.

Naturally his mate would also still be suffering the effects of their mutual heat, so perhaps that was why he had been avoiding Darren?

It wasn't exactly a good idea to jump a recovering patient but the rogue was more than fine now.

"You want to stay in here tonight?"

"Can I?" 

The cautious hope in the man's eyes had Darren nodding with an amused smirk, though he wasn't expecting for the Alpha to come at him abruptly.

A wave of lust washed over the rogue as Jasper finally stopped holding back the flood of emotions he had been reeling in during Darren's recovery.

The rogue was immediately swept away by his own barely contained heat and he wrapped his arms around the larger man in a desperate yet tender hug.

Then, Jasper pulled away to stare into the rogue's eyes.

Darren responded by tilting his head back expectantly but oddly enough, their lips never connected.

So he frowned up at the hesitant man.

"You're not going to headbutt me again, are you?"

"No."

"That didn't sound convincing at all."

With a cheeky smirk, Darren shut the man up by closing the gap himself.

Eventually Jasper began kissing the rogue back and soon the two of them were in a much more passionate, though awkward, embrace.

Darren didn't quite know what to do, so he copied whatever Jasper did until he felt like he would go insane without more contact.

The rogue let his pheromones mesh with the Alpha's and the larger man tried pushing him backwards onto the bed.

Darren stubbornly resisted and Jasper pulled back, confused.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, he grabbed the guy's arm and pulled him forward until Jasper lost his balance and fell beside him on the bed.

Then, before the Alpha had a chance to sit up, Darren immediately crawled on top of him.

Jasper looked bewildered as the rogue straddled him with an evil smirk.

"You didn't think I'd actually let you pin me down, did you?"

"I'm not complaining," the man smiled, amused by the rogue's initiative.

Jasper reached up and clutched Darren as he began to slowly grind upwards, intensifying their contact.

His fingers trailed under the rogue's shirt, deftly removing his clothes while Darren did the same for the Alpha.

It was a painfully slow process but eventually they managed to completely strip one another.

Now it was flesh on flesh and Darren felt Jasper's erection press against his own, hard and hot, sending shockwaves of excitement up and down his spine.

Jasper's hands squeezed at Darren's hips, encouraging the rogue to grind faster.

Then he brought his fingers up to his mouth, wetting them before reaching behind his mate and massaging his backside.

As soon as he was relaxed, Darren tensed back up when the finger penetrated him.

It was an alien sensation that put him on edge and made him blush with embarrassment. 

Nervous, Darren held still and waited for the man to finish but Jasper responded by stroking his dick with his other hand while slowly adding more fingers.

Soon, Darren was right back to grinding against the Alpha until he felt like he had enough preparation and lifted his hips.

Jasper stared up at him in a daze and Darren steadied himself above the man until he was ready.

Lowering his hips, the rogue felt himself stretching and filling at the same time.

He bit his lip, completely focused on the task and taking in all of the man with a groan.

Jasper responded by going stiff as he waited impatiently for his partner to completely sheath him.

As soon as he was buried deep, he let out a satisfied sigh.

"You okay?" Jasper asked breathily, barely able to restrain himself. 

Darren nodded reassuringly as he waited for his body to adjust to the intrusion and once he felt ready, he began moving.

"Darren..." Jasper called and he reached up to the rogue, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him down for a kiss.

The rogue opened his mouth, allowing the Alpha access as their tongues slid against one another.

Darren's body rocked back and forth eagerly, all while keeping lip contact.

His breathing became labored the tighter they embraced each other but he wasn't willing to break away for air just yet. 

The heat pooled in his gut, building more and more until Darren thought it would burst, causing him to spasm urgently as his mind was filled with the need to satisfy his heat.

Jasper took notice and started thrusting upwards more forcefully.

Eventually they broke their kiss so that Darren could sit up straight to put his full weight against the man beneath him.

He gasped for air as he did so and unconsciously found himself calling Jasper's name between breaths. 

Jasper rolled his head back and reached for the rogue's hips, urging him to move faster.

Darren gladly obeyed until Jasper suddenly went stiff and the rogue felt himself begin to fill with something warm.

As the man quivered beneath him, the rogue continued to move, seeking his own satisfaction, though slightly annoyed by how quickly his mate had found release. 

"Damnit Jasper..." he couldn't help but mutter. 

Darren ground frantically, knowing he wouldn't have much longer until he'd have to resort to his hand but was surprised when Jasper came out of his stupor and started stroking his dick.

The knot of heat in his stomach tightened with the extra sensation and he adjusted himself until he felt Jasper graze against his sweet spot.

Not sure if the man would be up for a second round, he intentionally moved so that Jasper's dick was positioned at the perfect angle to keep hitting that area.

A few moments of this accelerated all his bodily sensations and he began to move jerkily, hitting it harder and harder until he reached his tipping point.

Darren shuddered with his own climax, spattering the Alpha's chest.

He let out a low moan as he did, twitched a few times, then collapsed, spent. 

Darren's eyelids felt heavy, even though he knew he needed to clean up.

He still had things he needed to say to the Alpha but he was utterly exhausted for some reason.

That didn't stop him from trying to roll his head to face the man, though he didn't manage to get any further than that as he promptly passed out.

Jasper carefully adjusted the smaller man until they were laying side by side and tenderly held him in his arms.

Come morning, Darren somehow managed to wake up early to find the man clutching him close. 

Not wanting to disturb him, the rogue laid there deep in thought, wondering what he should do now.

With the bond sealed, Darren would no longer have to worry about going in heat anymore but if he stayed, he would be expected to help run the pack alongside Jasper.

Staring at the unconscious Alpha, a sickening feeling began to churn in his stomach as he realized that he had made a mistake.

He was not a leader and he did not belong here. 

Carefully, he removed the man's arms from around his body.

Then, he climbed out of the bed, took a quick shower and packed his things. 

[slut4menig]

Caught || M. Verstappen

Paring: OC! Kaia Verstappen X OC! Luka Leclerc

Summary: When you noticed small changes about your daughter you started to worry, always on her phone, new big clothes, so secretive, it kept you up at night but how could you be so gullible? It was a boy but not just any boy, it was Luka Leclerc. Max wasn’t to happy when he found out Luka was getting down and dirty with his daughter

Warnings: none

“Come on schatje” you held your youngest child alex’s hand and then continued to pick him up pulling him in for a cuddle. It was 2am and the poor thing couldn’t get to sleep

“Mammy where is kaia?” The boy had questioned, I raised an eyebrow, kaia my eldest daughter had been really quiet all night, must’ve gone to bed early.

“She is in her room my love, please get some rest” I looked at alex who just nodded and fell asleep instantly

I was about to walk back to my room when a particular door caught my eye, kaias door. I slowly opened it expecting her to be laying down but there was no one there, almost as if she had vanished.

I quickly pulled out my phone and called her multiple times over, yes I know that I snuck out as a child but she’s 16, I started to panic.

I was about to call the police when I heard a branch crack from outside her window, she had snuck in. Not only that but she reeked of cologne and she was wearing a hoodie that I certainly did not buy for her.

“Care to explain where you’ve been” I started watching the girl and she jumped not expecting me to be behind her

“Well, you see, I was just um, I needed some fresh air” I chuckled at her, walking to her

“Please don’t sneak out” I wrapped my arms around her

She was about to open her mouth in protest “no, I know you were sneaking out, I mean what kind of fresh air activity involves boys hoodies and” I scanned her neck

“Is that a hickey” my eyes widened

“Mama you must not tell papa please, it is all I ask and I really like the boy I do” she was begging at me tugging on my shirt

“so that’s why you’ve been on your phone so much more lately” she laughed at my statement and just nodded

“Can you tell me who the boy is and then I won’t tell papa” I held her hand acting like I wasn’t completely freaking out ready to kill whoever she’s been out with, maybe I could talk to their parents or something

“Uh… it’s Luka as in Luka leclerc” my mouth went agape, I thought they hated eachother! They had always hated eachother in karting but now I guess not

“Oh my! They’re coming over to dinner on Saturday you cannot let papa see, I will help you cover your hickey tomorrow and also you are grounded for sneaking out” I told her and I Shut the door not really caring to her response, I was just tired

Time skip to Saturday

“Charlotte! You look gorgeous” I kissed her cheeks as she blushed slightly returning the compliment. I looked over to see max and Charles hugging and talking

Charlotte went to go and put something in the kitchen so I made my way over to the leclerc children, Isabelle, marco and Luka. I could tell Luka just wanted to leave and see kaia so I quickly whispered kaias whereabouts and he thanked me greatly.

“I need a drink oh my” Charlotte laughed holding out a glass of champagne as we sat outside in the sun admiring the sunset

“Me too char, me too” I took a sip of my champagne and then Charlotte turned to me

“I think I need to tell you something” charlotte seemed kind of nervous and she was fiddling with her fingers

“Uh I kind of found Kaia’s underwear bra and shirt in my sons room” she smiled sheepishly waiting for my reaction

“Oh no, I was just about to tell you, I caught her sneaking home with hickeys on her neck. Let’s pray to the lords the men of the house don’t find out” Charlotte laughed at max and Charles

“So not to be THAT person but I so called it the moment they started karting” Charlotte stated putting her hands up

“Oh my I thought they hated eachother god maybe they should both pursue in acting or something like that” the 2 of us had a laugh

“WHAT THE FUCK” Charlotte and I both went place to the sight of Luka out of breath in only a shorts and kaia in Lukas hoody and nothing else

“It’s not what you thi-“ Luka went pale as kaia just stood behind him scared

“It’s exactly what I think it is and the truth is you’re not allowed to be having sex with my daughter you’re not good enough for her” max practically screamed at Luka to which then Charles came into the conversation

“How dare you fucking say that, have you ever realised it takes 2 people to have sex it’s not all Lukas fault maybe your daughters just a bad influence” Charles rolled his eyes and Charlotte and I both looked at them

“What the fuck did you just say” max was raging, he was so angry and just frustrated

“Stop it, you are all acting like children” Charlotte swatted her husbands shoulder as everyone went to stare at the 2 of us

“Look, as Long as theyre being safe I don’t have an issue with it” I said trying to calm down, I could see kaia and Luka cringe to us talking about their sex life. Max starred long and hard at me.

“Can I talk to max for a second?” I asked the group pulling max aside

“That was rude max, you insulted Luka, a boy you’ve known your whole life and you say he’s not good enough? They’re young in love, we were doing the same thing” I said to max huffing

“Yeah well- I just don’t want any Ferrari supporters in the bloodline” max rolled his eyes and me

“I think we’re safe, you scared the poor boy to death. Now please, go and apologise without any threats of any kind” max hesitated and reluctantly turned around walking to the boy who had now put him clothes back on

“Look, do whatever you want in life, I’m fine with you dating my daughter but if you fuck up I will murde-“

“No threats max, you promised” I whispered

“Look no Sex and no Kissing” charles came up and nodded and then turned to max and they both talked about it for a bit and hugged

Kaia was delighted and Luka was super happy and pulled her in for a kiss

“STOP SHOVING YOUR TONGUE DOWN MY DAUGHTERS FACE” max yelled

“This is going to be an interesting relationship Char” I smiled at Charlotte who nodded and laughed in agreeing

[wordofthewicked]

Showtime- Paul Lahote

Fic description: A chance meeting one sunny afternoon on La Push brings you face to face with Paul Lahote. Your strange connection with him, and the fact that it was his soccer ball that broke your nose, you were wrapped up into an unseen world that lived in tandem with yours. How far are you willing to go for true love? How far are you willing to go to protect the people you love?

TW: Slight NSFW, making out, nothing crazy

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Part Six

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Part Seven

Being away from Paul was harder than you anticipated. You found yourself much more agitated than usual, snapping at your parents when they asked you questions, and finding it hard to sit still. You did your best to hide this, not wanting to give your parents any more reasons to be suspicious. Still, they took your new attitude to heart, and one night at dinner, they decided to approach you about it.

“Sweetheart, we’re just worried about you. You’ve been… different the past few weeks.” Your mother began, gently placing her fork down on her plate.

“Oh have I? I haven’t noticed.” You grumbled, pushing your mashed potatoes into a pile before flattening them down again.

Your father sighed, shaking his head. “Y/N, please don’t be difficult. You’ve been so hostile and closed off recently. We just want to know what’s going on in your life. How are your friends?”

“They’re fine. I only see them during lunch, so I don’t really know what’s going on with them.” You answered curtly, not having the will to give them additional information.

Your parents shared a look, before returning their gaze to you.

“Is this about that boy?” Your mother questioned, picking her fork up and shoveling peas onto it. “I can’t imagine another reason for this behavior.”

You laughed a little, which surprised them. “You really can’t? Mom- you grounded me and took my phone away during the last few months of my senior year. All I do is go to school, then sit alone at home until you guys get off of work. I can’t even talk to anyone to pass the time, so I just sit and reread everything on my bookshelf. Of course I’m going to be annoyed all the time. It has nothing to do with Paul.”

“You understand we’re just trying to keep you safe, right?” Your father asked, his voice soft for such a bold statement.

“Yes. You’re keeping me safe from the dangers that Bella made up.”

Your mother sighed, her voice heavier than your fathers. “Charlie said Bella had expressed the same concerns to him, Y/N. Why would she lie to her father, the chief of police, about these people being dangerous?”

“Because she was hurt! Her and her friend Jacob got into a fight, so she was worried it was because he had fallen into a bad crowd. She realized she was wrong, and she apologizes to me every time I see her. Yes she told Charlie what she thought, but she still spends everyday on the Reservation with them! Charlie’s best friend is Jacob’s father, who is more than knowledgeable about that everyone is up to. They both know that no one’s in a gang or doing drugs.” You argued, frustration sweeping over you.

Both of your parents seemed unsure of what to say, so the conversation fell away. You finished eating and headed up to your room once you had cleared the table and washed the dishes.

You had finished your homework during the day, and it was too early to go to bed. You felt restless- like an animal with their arm caught in a trap.

You’d barely been able to talk to Paul, except the few times during lunch you would borrow someone’s phone to call him. He started recognizing the numbers, and usually picked up during the first ring. You knew he should have been sleeping, since nights were spent patrolling, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care much about disturbing him, since you knew that both of you were struggling being apart.

The hold that the imprint bond had on you wasn’t something you were prepared for. Aside from feeling bummed about not seeing Paul, you didn’t think much else would happen. Yet, after the first week of being grounded, you started having problems falling asleep. You’d lay awake at night and wonder where he was, what he was doing. It was like he had consumed every thought you had- everything led back to him. You knew in your heart that he must be in even worse shape than you were, and with his head clouded by thoughts of you, worry over his safety became unbearable. He was out hunting vampires- how could he do that while spending all of his time thinking about you?

After a while of being lost in your own thoughts, you heard a knock at your bedroom door. You grabbed the book that was on your nightstand in attempts to look busy, and called them to come in. Both of your parents appeared in the doorway, small smiles on their faces.

“Hi honey. Can we come in? We wanted to talk with you.” Your father spoke, entering your small room anyway.

You crossed your legs to give them room to sit on your bed, and they both did. They looked at each other coyly, before handing you your cellphone without a word.

“Woah- wait. What’s going on?” You asked, clutching the phone in your hands.

“We… talked to Charlie a little bit ago, and he corroborated everything you said. He apologized for Bella’s behavior and any inconveniences she may have caused, and said that the boys on the reservation were probably better influences than the boys in Forks. We’ve decided to unground you.” Your mother answered, reaching out to grab your arm gently.

Your father cleared his throat, his stern eyes looking at you over his glasses. “There are some more rules, however. We would like to meet this Paul fellow as soon as possible. We trust you as an adult to make your own choices, but we are still your parents. You seem to care quite a bit about him, and I’d imagine you’ll want to have him around here, too. If you’re hanging out at our house, you need to stay in the living room. He needs to leave by 9 during the week, and 11 on the weekends. Additionally, if you are going to out, your curfew is still 10 on school nights. However, seeing as you are leaving for college soon, we’ll extend your weekend curfew until midnight. You need to keep your phone on you at all times, and respond when we call, alright?”

You squealed a bit and lunged forward, taking both your parents in a huge hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me.”

They hugged you back lovingly, your mother whispering to you. “We love you.”

“I love you guys too.”

~~~

The next day at lunch, you sat down at the table, and pulled your phone out of your pocket, holding it up triumphantly.

“No way! You got your phone back? Does that mean you’ll stop using my minutes?” Jessica asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Yes! Aaaaand, it means I’m officially no longer grounded.” You yelled, smiling widely.

Everyone cheered, Mike especially since he had been so keen on breaking you out of your house.

Bella sat down in the middle of the commotion, and eyed everyone weirdly. You filled her in on the news, and a wave of relief visibly coursed through her.

“Oh good. Paul will stop moping around when he finds out you’re ungrounded. Have you talked to him yet?” She asked, picking up her sandwich and taking a bite.

You shook your head, “Actually, I was thinking of surprising him. I need your help.”

Bella readily agreed, seemingly wanting to do whatever she could to make up for the chaos she inevitably caused. You didn’t mind that she felt she needed to make it up to you, even if you weren’t upset anymore.

You finalized the details for the next day with her and Jacob, before your lunch period ended.

Jacob was going to get the pack to First Beach the next afternoon, where you and Bella would show up and surprise them. You could imagine the look on Paul’s face when he saw you, and the thought of that alone made you giddy.

You glided through school, all thoughts consumed by the boy with the leather jacket and kind heart who was waiting desperately to have you back in his arms.

~~~

Bella pulled into the first parking spot she found, and you were practically bouncing in your seat. As soon as the engine was off, you were out of the truck and moving toward the beach. She laughed at your excitement, smiling at the way you couldn’t seem to help yourself.

When you actually got onto the sand, there wasn’t anyone else around besides the pack. They were lounging around by the water, laughing and joking with each other loudly.

You would recognize Paul anywhere, just by seeing him from behind. He was half heartedly kicking a soccer ball around with Jared and Seth- his slumped shoulders evident even from across the beach. He looked tired, much more than anyone else did. His movements were slow, like he was on autopilot instead of actually meaning them.

The familiar tug in your chest pulled at your heart, beckoning you to get closer. You couldn’t help yourself, essentially moving at full speed to run to him, leaving Bella behind.

The sand on the beach was damp with fresh rain, so it made it easier for you to move quickly. Jared noticed you first, and he called out to Paul, telling him to turn around. He did, just seconds before you had made your way over to him. He didn’t even have time to react to seeing you before you jumped into his arms. He picked you up at once, and swung you around, pulling you tightly against his body. The two of you laughed, happy to be back in one another’s arms.

“It’s you. Jesus it’s actually you.” Paul murmured, once he placed your feet back underneath you.

“It’s me.” You breathed, inhaling his scent as deeply as you could.

Paul rested his chin on the top of your head, and the two of you stayed entwined. You felt the stress of the last few weeks melt away at his touch, and high at the feeling of being with him once more.

Paul pulled away to look at you, smiling widely. “How are you here? Did Bella break you out of prison for the day?”

“I’m actually free. My parents talked to Charlie, and he told them that you guys aren’t gang members or drug addicts. Plus they were getting annoyed with my constant moping around the house.” You responded, resting your hands against Paul’s large chest.

At this, he pulled you against him again, and whispered to you. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” You responded, “More than I think I should have.”

He released you with a kiss on the forehead, and you felt your face warm up at the gesture. He took your hand and intertwined your fingers together, tugging you over to sit down on one of the many beach blankets they had laying around.

Leah gave you a soft smile, “Glad you’re here, Y/N. Paul’s been absolutely insufferable without you.”

Bella had finally made her way over to the pack, and she sat next to Jacob, their sides touching. “Yeah, Y/N wasn’t much better.”

You shrugged in response, letting your shoulder rest against Paul’s. “What can I say? I’ve grown fond of this idiot.”

Everyone laughed lightly, shaking their heads at the way you and Paul seemed to glow together. The pack filled you in on the last few weeks apart, and you and Bella gave them updates on your life.

“Oh by the way, are you coming to Tyler’s party next weekend?” You asked Bella, tilting your head.

She shook her head in response. “I didn’t know Tyler was having a party. I wasn’t invited.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s a party, Bella. You don’t need an invitation, there’s not going to be a bouncer.”

She laughed lightly, smiling at you. “Oh, I guess you’re right. Parties aren’t really my thing, though. Not a fan of the whole teenage drinking culture.”

“Totally understand. Tyler’s parties usually get out of hand, anyway. The amount of times it ends with us running from the cops is bad. Probably better to stay away.” You answered honestly.

“Yeah, Mike had filled me in. He’d been really stressed about you not being to go, for some reason.” She responded, but then immediately looked like she regretted it.

Paul stiffened at this, and you could tell that he was imminently jealous of Mike, and his desire to be near you. You knew Paul didn’t have anything to worry about, but you also kind of enjoyed the way he was becoming protective of you.

“Yeah, Mike and I are kind of a package party deal.” You shrugged, tossing the hair off of your shoulder. “Jessica and Eric are much more… tame when it comes to parties. So Mike and I have to work together to do as much stupid shit as possible before they stop us.”

“That is wildly concerning.” Bella replied, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you even do at parties? The ones in movies always seem so dramatic and fictitious.”

You groaned in excitement, sitting up. “Uhm, Bella. They are exactly like the movies, and completely not. If you’re drunk enough, it feels empowering and exciting- like the lights are there for you, and you’re the only one that matters. If you’re not drunk enough, it’s a bunch of sweaty teenagers dry humping each other in someone’s living room. It’s awkward and weird and fantastic. You should really come to Mallory’s graduation party. Big of a bitch as she is, she knows how to throw a damn good party. Last summer, her jungle juice was so strong, I ended up…”

Jacob and Sam had both sent you slight glares, and you cleared your throat uncomfortably.

“Maybe that’s a story for another time.” You spoke, your face heating up.

Emily laughed a little, shaking her head. “Didn’t realize you were such a socialite.”

You blushed at her words, feeling perhaps that the pack was carrying much more important things than high school drama and shitty house parties. “Sometimes.”

“Should you really be using your new found freedom to go to a party like that?” Paul asked, looking down on you with concern.

“It’s not my friends that my parents were worried about.” You shrugged, dismissing his words. “Plus, I only have so long before I’m heading off to the other end of the country. How likely am I to see everyone together like that?”

Paul hummed, frowning a bit. “Right, college.”

“Have you made your official decision yet?” Emily asked, her curiosity seeping through her tone. “I know you have one in mind as your top school.”

You shifted a bit, suddenly feeling anxious about your future for the first time in a while. “No… I haven’t made anything official yet. I’ve declined a few schools, but that’s about it. I’ve applied to a couple more in Washington, too.”

“Washington? I thought you just said you were heading to the East Coast?” Kim questioned, glancing between you and Paul.

“That was the plan, but things change, you know? Better to be prepared and have plans than for your life to come to a grinding halt.” You answered, brushing nonexistent sand off of your pants.

Paul tensed slightly, and when you looked at him questioningly, he smiled and kissed the top of your head. You melted into his touch, the euphoria of being around him almost overwhelming.

The afternoon sun was waning, and Emily suggested that the group should pack their things and head back. Paul pulled you aside, smiling coyly.

“Would you wanna come over? We can ditch everyone else and watch a movie at my place.” He suggested, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“Your parents won’t mind?”

He shook his head, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. “No one else is home.”

Your eyes widened at that, and you agreed quickly. Paul seemed visibly excited, and he announced that you two were heading off on your own, and he’d drop you home later that night. You said your goodbyes to the group, as he dragged you off the beach and towards the street.

You could barely keep up with Paul’s long strides, your short legs failing you. You laughed at his relentless pace, but didn’t say anything about it. His house was only a short walk away, and as soon as you had shut the door, the silence was heavy between you.

“Er, we can watch a movie down here if you’d like. Or I have a tv in my bedroom, as well.” He offered, gauging your reaction.

“Your bedroom would be great.” You answered, letting him lead you to the back of the one story home.

When you entered his room, you could see how absolutely fitting it was for him. The walls were mostly bare, and there wasn’t much furniture aside from his bed, a night stand, and the dresser that held the tv. You immediately took off your shoes and coat, dropping yourself onto the plush covers of his King sized bed.

Paul laughed at your movements, and turned the tv on. A movie was already loaded into the VHS player, and he rewound it, unconcerned about whatever title it was. When he reached the beginning, he pressed play, and joined you on the bed.

You noticed how he kept a bit of distance between you two, and you felt your chest heat up at the notion. It was obvious your comfort came first to him, regardless of what intentions he may have had for the evening.

You sat in silence as Pulp Fiction continued on, both of you unsure of what to do with yourselves. You weren’t completely certain if it was the feeling of being by his side again, or some deeper connection, but you couldn’t stop imaging his hands running down your body. Your thoughts were plagued with dirty images of what could happen while you were alone, and the realization that you could make them come true dawned on you.

Carefully, you turned over onto your stomach, moving closer to Paul so you were nestled into his side, with your faces only inches apart. He cocked an eyebrow at your movements, but you just smiled slightly at him instead. You glanced at his plush lips, and the sudden urge to have them against yours took over.

Like lightening striking, you kissed him deeply, pushing yourself upwards a bit to be closer to him. Paul didn’t question you, his hands instead sliding up to rest on your hips, squeezing them gently. Since you hadn’t kissed since his near phasing, you had forgotten how absolutely addicting he was. You wanted to drink him in, become absolutely intoxicated on nothing but his taste.

Your hands came to rest in his hair, and you pulled on the short locks gently, causing him to moan into your mouth. The sound stirred something inside you, and you yanked harder this time.

Paul groaned, and his hands grabbed your body, moving you so you were entirely pressed on top of him. You slid your legs open, so you could straddle his waist comfortably. He pulled away from your lips, bringing his mouth down your neck, and biting slightly.

“Fuck, Paul,” you moaned, tilting your head to give him better access.

He took the opportunity to bite down harder, before his warm tongue darted out to soothe the red skin. He trailed kisses down lower, finding your sweet spot just above your collarbone.

The room was unbearably warm, and you pushed him back so he was laying down fully again. You reached for the hem of your shirt, and tugged the garment off, tossing it behind you. His eyes widened at the look of your bare chest, your boobs spilling over the cups slightly. He sat himself up then, scooting you both back so he could lean against the headboard. His hands trailed to your back, unhooking your bra swiftly.

Paul’s eyes trailed over your bare form, and he licked his lips as a toothy grin broke out on his face. “You’re going to the the death of me.”

~~~

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Mujer Policia Part 2 (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Will be writing more in this world, I cant wait to discover this dynamic. Also thanks to @onlyhereforthestories for being in Sync with me and pushing me to finish this one 😂

“How long do I wait here until it’s pathetic?” you asked the bartender of the local bar. The poor guy has been your therapist for the last 2 hours as you waited on a knives edge to see if Alexia would show up. 

“Honestly, it was pathetic an hour ago. Now you just look sad and desperate” He responds with a wink to you. 

Slightly offended but also knowing he’s not wrong you reply “I know, I just thought she was gonna be different than the she-devil I was last dating.”

“Girl, you have a type, maybe you should avoid the footy players” He tells you “But you’ve been taking up valuable bar space in your wallowing so I am kicking you out.” 

Knowing there was no point in arguing, resigned to your fate of being alone forever you settle your tab and head home to your empty apartment. 

Settling on the couch with a bottle of wine, a fuzzy blanket, and reality tv was the way your night was heading. You cant help but log onto instagram. The first post being from your ex’s account and of course its a picture of her and the footballer she cheated on you with. 

The reason you left England was because your girlfriend of 2 years, whom you had lived with, had cheated on you with one of her club teammates. She never told you, you just had to walk in on them together in your bed when you got sent home from a shift early. 

You had one of the worst shifts of your policing career, where you had to standby and watch as your partner was kidnapped and you had a gun trained to your head so you couldn’t go after him. It was only a few hours into a twelve hour shift. Thank goodness your partner was found only and hour after he was taken. Your station chief had sent you both home early after the trauma you had experienced. 

You headed home, thinking that all you wanted was to curl under the covers and forget the day. You walked in to the house deep in thought and headed up to your bedroom. You walked in to the room, and a new image replaced the one you currently had on loop in your head. It was your girlfriend of 2 years knuckle deep in her teams goalkeeper, who you were friends with to. 

You didn’t even have the energy to fight, you simply walked out and headed to your parents house. You spent the next 2 weeks sneaking into your house when she was at training to gather your stuff. She never apologised simply told you that she was there, and it had been going on for a couple months. That right there shattered your trust in women as well as the joy you felt watching football. 

Six months later a position opened on the Barcelona police force, and you jumped at the chance to move somewhere different. It took a few months to be processed but when the job became a possibility you knew you could start fresh. 

You cant help but feel like you almost made the same mistake again. Maybe the bartender was right, maybe you do have a type. At that moment curled alone on your couch you decided that maybe you were better off alone. 

**

A few days later you were on an evening shift when a call came in for an assault at a bar. As soon as you heard the address you knew it was the local bar, and you were hoping that your bartender/therapist was okay. 

You and your partner are the second team to arrive and jump right in to settle the crowd, as the first team takes care of stopping the fight. Once everything has settled you start to take statements from the witnesses in the bar, your favourite bartender being the first one. 

“What happened? are you alright?” you ask him concerned.

“Just a bunch of drunk idiots throwing punches for no reason, couldn’t stop them so I knew we had to call in reinforcements” he tells you. You then proceed to get the rest of the story of the night and how it happened. Once the offical business is done he grabs your arm and says “by the way, the other night about 10 minutes after you left, I think your girl showed up looking for you.”

Hearing this you cant help but ask “How did you know it was her”

“Oh honey, she came flying in here and looked everywhere for you. She stopped by the bar and described you as the beautiful blonde hair blue eyed English women. There was no mistaking she was looking for you. When I told her you had left after 2 hours of waiting, her face fell. I asked her what took so long, and she told me that she tried so hard to get away from the media obligations but she couldn’t until it was too late.”

You cant believe what you are hearing, you feel a little bit of hope bloom in your chest. “Did she say anything else” you ask the bartender. 

At this he seems to remember something and reaches behind the bar and grabs a napkin with a phone number on it, he hands it to you and says “she left her number, but be careful with that, don’t do anything too soon, after what happened before I don’t want you to get hurt again.” 

“Y/N, we have another call, we gotta go” Your partner interrupts before you can respond. 

“Thanks for the information, I am sure I'll see you again soon” you say to the bartender and wave as you walk away. 

Once back in your squad car, you make sure to put her number in your phone for safe keeping. You also cant help but feel like you are standing on the edge of a cliff, and you have to be very careful with what you will do. You still aren’t sure you are going to be able to trust another football player. 

***

On the following Saturday night your partner, John, had invited you to come to his wife’s restaurant opening. He wanted some company while his wife had to work but he also knew it would be good for you to get out of the house, and maybe meet some new people in Barcelona. 

You got dressed up, which you hadn’t had to do in a while, and took an uber into the city to meet him at the restaurant. When you arrive the restaurant is packed, it was clearly going to be a popular restaurant in the Downtown trendy area. You texted John, who let you know that you were on the list and to go to the hostess stand and give your name. 

As you got into the restaurant you gave your name and were being guided to the table where John was with a few of his wife’s friends. You looked up at the table and stopped in your tracks as you made eye contact with the green eyes you had not been able to get out of your head. Not only was she on your mind, she was sitting with John and 3 other people you didn’t recognise, with the only empty seat being directly beside her. 

John stood up and introduced you to the table, it turns out John’s wife had gone to school with Alexia and they were childhood friends. You couldn’t believe your luck, all you could think about was what you did to have this kind of bad luck. 

As you took your seat beside her, she leaned over and whispered in your ear “Hola, you look very good tonight”

At the compliment you stiffened but before you could respond a waiter came over and dropped off some champagne for the table. Once your glass was poured you drained it and excused your self to the bathroom. 

You got to the bathroom and leaned on the sink looking at your self in the mirror when the door opened and Alexia walked in. 

“Y/N? are you okay?” she asked as she took a step towards you. 

You took a step away from her and said “What does it matter? You don’t care about me”

She shook her head and stepped closer to you, forcing you to step back and force you up against the bathroom wall “I care, I showed up to the bar looking for you but you were gone” she tells you.

“I waited two hours for you to show, it was pathetic and I cant believe I wanted anything to do with another football player, you are all the same. You don’t care about anyone but your self and your teammates” at this you could see her crumble slightly and you knew that you were projecting all your anger and insecurities from your last girlfriend on to Alexia but you didn’t know how to stop. “You just sweep innocent people up into you web, and have them waiting on you only for you to not show up and leave them hurt and angry,.”

The look on her face shifted at that and you knew that she was angry “I don’t know what happened to you before, but you don’t know me! You don’t know what I have been through, and you also don’t get to judge me before you know me!”

You realised you may have overstepped but couldn’t turn back now “You slept with me, then when I asked you for more, you didn’t show up. What else am I supposed to think?”

It was then that you noticed how green her eyes got when she was angry, but also because she had closed the gap between you. Alexia threaded her fingers through yours and pushed your hands above your head, she leant towards your ear and whispers “You aren’t supposed to think, you should only be thinking about how my fingers feel inside you” She then leans in and crushes her mouth to yours. 

You have a million things running through your head but all of them focus on the fact that Alexia has invaded every thought and sense you have. You feel her pressed against you, you can smell her perfume, taste her tongue in your mouth, and you hear her when she whispers “You should know that I am non of those things you said and if you ever gave me the chance you would know that”

You are left feeling cold and empty as she departs so quickly, you have to remember that you didn’t just imagine that. You splash some water on your face, and know that you might have fucked that up. 

You head out to the table and realise that Alexia was no longer there, you retake your seat and find out that she had texted one of the other occupants that she didn’t feel very well so she went home. 

You spend the rest of the night in knots since you know that you were the reason she missed this, but also that you were the reason she was hurting. 

***

You spend the next few days in a daze. You go through the motions but cant help but feel upset with your self for treating Alexia that way. You knew you were in the wrong and you cant believe you let the past come back and haunt you. You were too much of a coward to use the number that she left for you, but you knew you had to fix it you just didn’t know how. 

It when you are out on patrol when John asks you a question that you had been avoiding for the last few days “So, are you going to tell me what that was all about with Ale?”

“What do you mean?” you ask him. 

“I may seem like I don’t care, but you're my partner and I have your back. But I’ve also known Alexia for years, and I have never seen her as torn up about something as she was when she showed up at my door later that night” with this he gets your attention. 

“What? I thought she went home sick?” You still act a bit dumb. 

John gives you a look and says “Listen, Alexia and my wife are thick as thieves, so when she showed up in the state she was I got kicked out of bed and made to sleep on the couch. The last time that happened was when she lost the Champions League final. She never gets that upset over anything but football. I heard your name but not what happened. So Im asking as someone who cares about you, but also someone who only wants the best for Ale, do you need to talk about it?”

Hearing this brings tears to your eyes, you bow you head not able to make eye contact with him and respond “I think I fucked up,” he waits and lets you gather your self before you start again. “Ive been fucked over before and I think I let what happened in the past overshadow what could have happened here. I know I screwed up and hurt her, but I don’t know how to fix it.”

At this John, pulls the squad car over and turns over to you and says “I can help you fix it, but listen I’m only going to ask this once then we will never speak of it again. I always feel like the older brother to Alexia, and if you are going to hurt her again then I need you to know partner or not I will come for you.” 

You finally look up at him and say “I promise I won’t do anything like this again, but please help me fix it.”

“good Im glad we're on the same page then. Let me work on her” he promises you. 

**

It's a few days later when you find the courage to bring it up to John again, “have you put any thought in my forgiveness plan?”

“Yes, I need you to come with me to the game on Saturday, then we will let the two of you talk. Be warned the wife will be with us and if she doesn’t approve by the end of the game you won’t be talking to her at all” he tells you. 

You gulp at this “Okay deal”

***

Watching the game from the stands brings back all the memories of when you would go to games back home. You know you have to leave those memories behind and focus on the future and who could be the one to break your streak with footy players. 

You bring your A game and charm the pants off John’s wife. By halftime she is on your side and wants you and Alexia to become her favourite ship. As the 90 minute whistle approaches you start to feel the nerves, you know that when the game is over you have to leave and let them work their magic to get Alexia to meet you. You spend the next hour nervously pacing the park next to the stadium where she was going to meet you if all goes to plan. 

You are so distracted with the pacing you don’t notice her walking up and sitting on the picnic table you were near. You finally look up and notice her staring at you “how long have you been watching me?”

“not long” she replies with a shrug, you know you have work to do. 

“Im sorry, I know its not enough to just tell you that but I am and I feel awful for how I have been treating you. So I am sorry for that” you tell her and stop in front of her. 

She looks up at you and says “Is that all you wanted me here for?”

You take another step closer and say “No, Im gonna tell you why I reacted the way I did. It's not an excuse, but I hope that with the explanation and my apologise you may be open to giving me another chance.” 

She says nothing but motions for you to start. 

“I used to love football, the game, the fans, the players. I fell in love with a superstar, she was amazing, it was a whirlwind and I thought she was going to be the one I spend the rest of my life with. One day I was on shift and to put it simply, My partner and I were attacked, he was taken and I was held at gun point” you pause to gather your self, Alexia reaches forward and grabs your hands. 

“you don’t have to tell me this” she says softly.

You shake your head not believing how amazing this women is and continue on, gripping tighter to her hands “Its still hard to think about, and sometimes I cant think of anything but that moment. I was sent home early and all I wanted was to curl under the covers and hide. I walked in on who I thought was the love of my life, in bed with her team-mate.” She gasps at this but I know I cant stop or I won’t be able to continue. “She never apologised and told me it had been going on for months.”

“Y/N, Im sor-” she starts but I step forward and place my finger on her lips. 

“I don’t deserve any apologies from you. I spent the next year thinking I wasn’t enough and that I would never be able to find someone again. I lost my love of football and that hurt more than losing my girl. Until I ran into you for the second time at the stadium. Realising the women who made me feel more in one night than she did in 2 years was a football player did my head in. Yet watching you play made me want to love the game again. Your passion for football is contagious and I want to feel that again.”

She’s pulled you closer at this, you are standing between her legs as she is sat on the upper part of the picnic table. 

“When you didn’t show up at the bar, all my old insecurities came back and I couldn’t help but feel like I did when I found out about her and the teammate. The next time I saw you they all came out and Im sorry I ever looped you in with her. I know that you are not like that, I can tell you have more character and dignity in your little toe than she does in her whole body.” you tell her. 

She is looking at you with the gentlest expression as she says “Y/N, I want to trust you and believe you but what you said hurt. It hit insecurities I have, and It almost broke me” 

You know this will be the turning point, “I know, I’m so sorry Ale. All I can do is hope that you can give me a chance to prove to you that what happened is not me. That I am better than that.” You take out a piece of paper you had in your pocket and hand it to her. 

“that’s my number, Balls in your court. If you ever feel ready to let me try, call me.” you tell her, kiss her on the cheek and walk away, leaving your number but also the hope in your chest with the green eyed football star. 

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Chapter 12

S1 Episode 11

SUMMARY: Y/N finally figures out what really happened between her parents. The boys talk her into going to the dance in order to save Allison.

TW: none tbh

WORD COUNT: 7,774 

“Hey!” Stiles smiled as he entered your room. He paused as he was slipping of his shoes when he saw you pressed against your door. “… Why is your ear against your-”

“SHHH!” You waved your arm dramatically before pressing against the door again. “My parents are in the hallway talking.”

“You know, maybe you shouldn’t be listening in on that,” He spoke in a hushed tone before seeing your sarcastic look. “What?! It’s private.”

“Right. But it’s different when you listen in on your dad’s phone calls or that police radio? Oh and how about stealing Lydia’s phone? And getting your dad drunk to-”

“Okay! Fine, what are they saying anyway?” He huffed before throwing his shoes next to your bed and walking over and pressing his ear against the door too. It was mostly a bunch of muffled, inaudible speech with the occasional clear sentence here and there. “Therapy?” His eyes lit up, as he looked over at you.

“I heard Teresa,” You furrowed your brows. His smile quickly dropped into a sarcastic frown.

“Y/N, do your parents know anyone named Teresa?” He hissed.

“I don’t know! Maybe she’s another mistress!” You defended. “Shh! I’m trying to listen!”

“You shush! I’m better at this and I’m trying to focus,” He argued, making you smile at the playful banter. You both stayed silent for a little while longer before their footsteps approached slightly, making the conversation easier to listen to.

“Just don’t make me sound like the bad guy,” Your father sighed. “She won’t even look at me!”

“You cheated on me. Newsflash! You are the bad guy!” You heard your mom snap.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You’re the one who said you wanted a divorce, Y/M/N!” He raised his voice. “I didn’t cheat! You broke up with me. You made it very clear that we weren’t a couple anymore. But if you want to believe that I cheated on you to hide behind the fact that you don’t love me anymore, then so be it! But she deserves to know the truth!”

You looked at Stiles with wide eyes and lips parted in utter shock. He mirrored your expression and mouthed Oh my god.

“Why couldn’t you have slept with anyone else? Hm? You just had to go after the woman I’ve been stressing about since high school!” She methodically avoided his statement. “I knew you were in love with her!”

“I WAS HURT AND MAD AT YOU!” He roared. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’ve ever heard him raise it voice, but never like this. “I was mad that you asked for a divorce. I was mad that you pushed me away and blamed it on the job that you made me take! Do you have any idea how much it hurts to watch the love of your life fall out of love with you?! No! Because I still foolishly answer your every beck and call just for the opportunity to be NEAR YOU! So yeah, I slept with Natalie. And yeah! It was a stupid, selfish, spiteful move. But don’t you dare accuse me of loving anyone other than you. Especially since you can’t say the same.”

“Are you implying that I’m in love with someone else, Y/F/N? Because you would be sorely mistaken,” She spat. “I respect the fact that we are still legally married.”

“I’m implying that you aren’t in love with anyone other than yourself!” He paused to lower his voice. “Look, stop dodging it. The fact of the matter is that you don’t love me anymore. I’ve known that for years, Y/M/N. And I happily played along in your charade for as long as you allowed me to. But once you brought up the idea of a divorce, I knew we were done. So I slept with the woman you’ve were foolishly worried about as a way to end all of this once and for all. I don’t want to be sucked back into this loveless marriage for yet another five years. I don’t want to work this out through therapy. I just want to move on.”

Your heart sank at the sound of his broken, shaky voice. The guilt from your horrible attitude towards him finally seeped through you. It made sense to you why he did what he did. Regardless of how idiotic his decision was, he didn’t do it because he wanted to tear apart your family. He did it because it was already torn apart. 

You stepped away from the door, not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation. Not wanting to listen to your mother’s rage and to your father’s shaky voice. Stiles froze, not knowing exactly how to go about comforting you with the emotionless expression you displayed. Were you relieved? Angry? Sad? For once, he genuinely couldn’t. You walked backward until your knees hit your bed, forcing you to take a seat.

He sighed before walking over and crouching down in front of you. You looked right past him, not even acknowledging his presence due to the heavy traffic in your mind. He finally reached forward and caressed your cheek gently, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your eyes snapped up at his.

“You okay?” His voice was just above a whisper but laced with concern and sympathy. He had been encouraging you to talk about your feelings since the day you told him what happened, but it was to no avail. He knew you too well to expect you to open up about it; he mostly just wanted to let you know that he was there for whenever you were ready to talk or cry. He didn’t even expect you to open up about it now, especially since the wound had just been torn open again. 

“Honestly?” You let out a dry, breathy chuckle before looking up at him.  “I have no clue.. I was so mad at him. Every time he tried to talk to me, I would spin on my heels and walk the other way. God, had I known that he wasn’t the only reason my family was falling apart- that my mom is just as much to blame..”

“He understands why you acted the way you did. I think it was a perfectly valid response,” Stiles reassured as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “You don’t need to feel bad for anything you said or did. If anyone knows how to empathize, it’s your dad. Especially when it comes to you.”

“But that’s the thing,” You shook your head, fighting back the urge to cry. “Everything that man has done since the moment I was born- every decision he’s made, it was always in my best interest. You heard him! He stayed in a loveless marriage for years! I mean someone can only take so much of that. He would’ve left a long time ago had it not been for me. My mom asks for a divorce, and he vengefully sleeps with the one woman that would get a reaction out of her. It makes sense. The one time he didn’t make a decision with me in mind, and I treat him like shit.”

“Hey, look at me,” Stiles said. You hesitantly abided. “This whole thing is not your fault. He chose to stay for himself, you can’t pin that on you. The fact of the matter is he fucked up, and you reacted as all reasonable people would. He hurt you. No matter how you put it, that mistake, while it’s understandable in a sense, was a royal fuck up. There’s no excuse for what he did. But there is a way to move on from all of this and mend your relationship. He’s a good guy. Just talk it through with him.”

You nodded, taking his words to heart. How he managed to make you feel better every single time you were on the verge of a breakdown, you’d never understand. His thumb never stopped softly stroking your cheek. His eyes never stopped looking into yours. His sheer presence was enough to calm you down, but it was the way he cared for you that always made you see things from his perspective.

“How do you always know exactly what to say?” You let out a breathy chuckle as you pressed your forehead against his. He drew in a breath before speaking.

“You have no idea how close I was to just giving you a Star Wars quote,” He admitted, making you laugh. “A Yoda quote, to be more specific.”

“You should’ve said it. He was a wise man,” You giggled.

“First off, he’s not a man,” He pulled away, putting his hand up to show how offended he was.

“Alien. Whatever.”

“He was a carnivorous humanoid,” Stiles scoffed.

“All I’m hearing is he was a cute, chunky alien who was all knowing,” You refrained from laughing as his jaw dropped offensively.

“Please don’t make me break up with you. Do you know how hard it would be to get over you?” He frowned, making you laugh again.

“How hard would it be?” You smiled mischievously. He got up from his crouched position and put his arms on either side of you, resting them on the mattress beneath you.

“Like stupid hard,” He admitted smugly, inching closer to you.

“Oh?” You raised a brow, feeling his hot breath on your lips. “And why’s that?”

You knew why. And boy, did he want to tell you. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops and write it in the sky. He wanted to write it into a song and play it back to you. He was utterly captivated by you. Smitten, enchanted, enamorado, amoureux- call it what you want and in whatever language you prefer. But he called it love. He was truly, madly, deeply in love with you.

“You really wanna know?” He said smoothly, somehow playing off the fact that he could hear his heartbeat in his ears out of pure anxiety.

“Mhm,” You hummed, looking at his lips. You wanted to watch him say it. You wanted to see how his lips moved when he finally admitted how he felt.

His eyes danced between your eyes and your own lips. The butterflies were flapping so goddamn hard, he could puke on the spot. This was it. He was finally going to tell you.

“Well.. It’s because I-”

“Y/N?!” You heard your father call as his footsteps approached your room. You both looked at each other in horror, knowing it was far too late into the night for your parents not to ground you for having your boyfriend in your room. With the door closed. “Are you home, champ?”

“Oh my god!” You whispered as you both shot up. 

“What do I do?!” He panicked, looking around your room for somewhere to hide, knowing the window would take too long to crawl through.

“Closet! Closet!” You pushed him into the small space and the door behind him as your father opened the one to your room. You awkwardly leaned against the door, silently cursing yourself for being so obvious. “Hey, Dad! What’s up? Are you hungry? I sure am.”

“Hey, kiddo..” He said slowly. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Uh, stretching,” You chuckled nervously, making him give you an odd look. “What? It helps with my cramps. I have such a heavy flow. I read somewhere that sometimes you just need to realign your pevlic-”

“Okay, forget I asked!” He interrupted, scrunching his nose. “Do you have time to talk?”

“Oh, no need. I’m not mad at you anymore,” You smiled, making your way to the bed.

“You.. aren’t?” His face twisted in confusion. “Are you sick? Oh my god.. Do you have a concussion? Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?!”

“Dad!” You shouted before laughing. “I’m okay! What did you need to tell me?”

“I was mostly just checking to see if you were home,” He sighed. “You heard everything we were just talking about, huh?”

“Not everything,” You shrugged. “But enough to understand why you did what you did... Look, I don’t know if I’ll ever really forgive you for sleeping with my best friend’s mom, who just so happens to be my science teacher too. But I’m not mad anymore.”

“Hey, I’ll take it,” He nodded and chuckled before walking over to you. You stood up so he could engulf you in one of his famous bear hugs. “I’m so so so sorry, kiddo. I never meant to hurt you. I was acting so selfish. I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve such an amazing kid.”

“I’m sorry too,” You mumbled into his chest. He pulled away slightly to give you a confused look. “I feel bad for the way I acted towards you now that I know this whole situation wasn’t all your fault.”

“I thought you were actually taking it pretty easy on me,” He chuckled, pulling you back and kissing the top of your head. He waited a moment before speaking in his best Crush from Nemo impression. “I missed you, duuude.”

“I missed you too, Dad,” You smiled, taking in his scent and relaxing into his arms. You really did miss him and his stupid Crush impression. You felt a weight lift from your shoulders at that moment. You got your best friend back.

“So, uh, your mom thought it was best if I told you that.. well, life’s going to be a little different now,” He said as he pulled away again, sitting you down as he spoke. “We decided to go ahead and file for divorce, but that doesn’t change how much we love you. And we’ll always be here for you. I’m going to get an apartment in town. You’ll spend two weeks with your mom and then two weeks with me. And I’m only a call away if you need me to come into town.”

“So that’s really it, huh?” You pursed your lips. He nodded sadly. “I guess I can live with that. It’ll only be for the next two years anyway.”

“Don’t remind me,” He pretended to choke up, making you laugh again. “But hey, I gotta go. I’m driving back to LA tonight. But, uh, word of advice?”

You looked up as he paused at your door frame.

“Next time you hide your boyfriend in the closet, make sure to kick his shoes under the bed before I walk in,” He smirked before closing your door. Your jaw dropped as you looked over to see Stiles’ converse tossed carelessly next to your bed as your boyfriend peaked his head out of the closet.

“Yeah, that one’s on me,” He mumbled awkwardly, making you throw your head back in laughter.

———

“Hey, I saw the Jeep in the driveway so I let myself- woah.. This place is trashed,” You stopped in your tracks to step over the pile of Scott’s belongings at the door. You looked up to see Scott frantically pacing around his room in search of something, carelessly throwing everything around. 

“Hey, you,” Stiles smiled and spun in his desk chair to face you. You returned the smile as you bent down to greet him with a kiss before he twirled back around to watch the shit show unfold.

“So what’s Scott bugging out about?” You laughed, leaning your arm on Stiles’ shoulder. You both watched your friend tear a blanket off his bed before he huffed and tried looking somewhere else.

“He’s looking for his phone, which by the way? OBVIOUSLY ISN’T IN THIS ROOM!” Stiles waved his arms at his best friend. “I mean why not just buy another one?”

“I can’t afford another one! I need to get a hold of Derek!” Scott huffed, dropping to his stomach to look under his bed.

“Okay.. Am I missing something?” You furrowed your brows as he walked past you. “Why are you trying to get in contact with the guy who tried killing you?”

“I need to find him so that I can save Allison,” Scott explained as he threw a ball from his desk behind him, hitting Stiles in the side of the head. “Peter’s going to hurt her in order to get to him.”

“You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting. You remember that, when he was trying to kill you?” Stiles asked sarcastically, throwing the ball away. “Before you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you started to see a pattern of violent behavior here?!”

“He wasn’t going to kill anyone,” Scott paused his frantic search, taking on a more serious demeanor.. “And I’m not letting him die.”

“Could you at least think about letting him die? For me?” Stiles whined, making you chuckle. “What are you laughing at?”

“You,” You smiled. He scoffed playfully and pushed your arm off of him, making you laugh again before you opted to sit on the messy bed.

“Scott? You good?” Stiles spoke quietly. You looked over to see Scott was frowning, focused in on something. You followed his gaze to the window.

“My mom just got home from work,” He trailed off. His despondent tone was enough to draw your full attention. You watched his face intently, not quite being able to read his expression until his face fell completely.

“Is she okay?” You chimed in softly. Scott shook his head defeatedly. “What’s she doing?”

“Crying,” He hesitated before sitting down next to you. Your hand found its way to his back and rubbed it reassuringly out of habit. He smiled halfheartedly, keeping his gaze on the ground.

“Scott, you can’t protect everyone,” Stiles sighed, finally causing Scott to look away from the spot on the window as he made eye contact with him.

“I have to.”

———

“What did you do to Jackson?” You laughed as you walked up to the boys. They jumped at he sound of your voice.

“Nothing, what do you mean?” Scott chuckled nervously.

“Really? He just happened to agree to take Allison to the dance?” You asked. They unconvincingly nodded their heads. “No kidding! So I must’ve been hallucinating when I saw him rambling and sweating?”

“Scott went all werewolf on him and scared him into it,” Stiles gushed, he giggled as he recalled the memory. “It was awesome!”

“Dude!” Scott glared, making his friend’s boyish smile drop. “Don’t worry about Jackson. He’s been taken care of. What I’m more concerned about is the fact that you aren’t going to the formal.”

“THANK YOU!” Stiles waved his arms.

“Oh my god,” You rolled your eyes. “Those things are always so awkward. Plus, with the whole divorce thing, I kind of forgot to buy a dress.”

“It’ll be so much less awkward with me as your date!” Stiles insisted. “We can dance and make fun of all the people who are too cool to get up from their tables! We’ll have the times of our lives!”

“You won’t be having the time of your life! I need you there to protect Allison!” Scott argued.

“Scott, buddy, sometimes we have to leave out part of the reality so that we can convince her,” Stiles grumbled before looking back at you. “We can make fun of people and save Allison! How much fun is that?”

“So much fun! I’m totally convinced now!” You smiled sarcastically. 

“Really?” They both beamed.

“No,” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “How would I help anyway? It’s not like I can defend her. You’re talking to the girl who took karate for a month and dropped out because it was too physically demanding. How do you expect me to fight off an alpha?!”

“Uh,” Scott paused before looking over at Stiles. 

“Why do I always have to be the one to- Ugh, fine,” He started before placing his hand on your shoulder. “Look, do we need you there to help protect Allison? Yeah, sure. But what harm would possibly come from letting yourself let go and have fun? You deserve it after the shitty week you’ve had. If not for you, then do it for me. Do you realize how long I’ve been dreaming of taking you to the formal? I’ve been wishing for this day to come since like middle school. Don’t take that away from me!”

He giggled before smiling softly down at you, making your heart melt into a puddle. You had no clue how this boy could make your entire perspective change in the matter of a minute, but he did. It might be a stupid dance, but you had a sweet boyfriend who was excited about taking you to it. That in itself was enough motivation to make you want to go.

“Okay, fine,” You chuckled before Stiles threw his fist up in the air in pride. 

“Take notes, Scott. You could really use a lesson in persuasion,” He smirked. Scott rolled his eyes.

“Don’t push it, Stilinski,” You warned as you walked off to your locker. “If you’re making me go to this thing, you have to go dress shopping with me and the girls.”

“Wait, what? No! Is it too late to convince you not to go?” He cried as he jogged after you.

———

“Oh, sweetie!” Melissa’s hand flew to her mouth as she opened her front door. “You look amazing. You look so grown up! Where did the time go?”

“Oh, stop it you,” You blushed, making her laugh. You opted for a simple black dress but dressed it up with your favorite accessories and finished off the look with a smokey eye and loose, effortless curls that took HOURS. Thank god for heat protectant.

“I can’t believe Scott asked you to be his date for the formal! I know, I know! It’s just as friends but I’ve been dreaming of the two of you getting together since you were born. All I’m saying is if I were you, I would act on it! You two have such chemistry and would make the cutest babies,” She beamed before gasping. “Let me go get my camera!”

“Date? … Babies?” You mumbled to yourself before shouting. “SCOTT!”

“Just play along,” He hissed, buttoning his shirt up as he jogged downstairs. “She wouldn’t let me go unless-”

“Say cheese!” Melissa called as she ran out of the kitchen. She snapped a picture and looked at it to realize that you were shooting Scott a death glare. “Okay, um.. Let’s try that one more time. Give me happy faces! … Yes, perfect! Okay, Scott! Put your hands on her waist from behind!”

“I’m gonna kill you,” You whispered through your smile as she snapped another picture and squealed.

“I told her we’re taking your mom’s car,” He muttered through the grin. You snapped around to look at him with wide eyes.

“Yes! Kiss him! This would be an amazing shot!” Melissa giggled. You both groaned and made your way back to your house. “Where are you going?! I want you to dip her like you’re doing the tango!”

“BYE MOM!” Scott called as he closed the door. He turned around and saw you walking back to your house, following closely behind you.

“Keys are in the bowl next to the kitchen,” You said, digging in your purse to find your house key.

“You want me to go alone?!” He yelped. “Are you crazy? That woman scares the living hell out of me!”

“You got yourself in this situation!” You snapped, handing him the key. “Get yourself out of it! My ride’s here. Good luck! See you there!”

“Can’t I just ride with you guys?” He called after you as you made your way to Stiles’ jeep in your driveway. “Y/N, please! She’s scarier than Peter!”

“She’s drunk! She won’t remember a thing!” You giggled and waved before Stiles got out of the car to greet you. “Hey. You look so handsome!”

“Hey- Y/N, oh wow. You look- WOAH!” He fumbled the box in his hands, almost dropping it to the ground before collecting himself. You giggled at his nervous behavior. “You.. You look beautiful. No more than that, you look jaw-dropping, heavenly even! Could you pinch me? Because this feels like a dream.”

“How about I kiss you instead?” You smiled.

“Kissing works too,” He nodded as you giggled and placed a sweet kiss onto his lips. You felt him ease into you, the nerves suddenly disappearing. “Oh! Before I forget, I asked Lydia to help me choose a corsage for your dress. So um, may I?”

“You did?” You looked up at him in utter adoration of the lengths he went to for a cheesy wrist flower. “That’s so sweet. I-.. Thank you.”

“To be fair, she pushed me into the lockers today and threatened to let her choose a corsage for you. She gave it to me when you and Allison were getting Auntie Anne’s,” He admitted as he reached for your wrist. “But this thing is so cool! Watch this!”

He straightened out the corsage before slapping it around your wrist, making it snap into formation. You looked up with wide eyes.

“Woah! That’s like the slap bracelets they used sell at the book fair!” You giggled at his excited grin.

“That’s what I said! I had to refrain from playing with it all afternoon!” He added, making you laugh again. “Now come on! We need to get there before Jackson and Al do!”

———

“M’lady,” Stiles smiled as he opened your door. The car ride was focused mainly on pregaming. Not with alcohol, but with singing and dancing along to songs.

“Ah, thank you, good sir,” You played along, looping your arm around his as soon as your feet landed on the ground. You looked ahead of you to see Lydia staring back at you with her jock date wrapped around her shoulder. “Hey..”

“Oh, don’t let me ruin your nerd fest! Tonight’s your night!” She playfully mocked before walking away. She made sure to turn around to shoot you a reassuring smile and wink.

“She looks amazing,” You muttered in awe at the way her silver dress flowed entrancingly with the way she mindlessly swung her hips as she walked in.

“She pales in comparison to you,” Stiles said softly into your ear. You looked up and realized his eyes haven’t left you since the moment he parked. You giggled shyly as you looked down.

“Thanks,” You said as you looked up again.

“Seriously! You’re killing me in that tight black dress. You wanna just ditch this whole thing and make out in the Jeep?”

“Come on,” You giggled, dragging him with you as you entered the decorated gymnasium. To your right, you saw a group of jocks getting trashed off of cheap liquor. To your left, you saw the live band bringing the party to life as everyone jumped along to their music. You both happily joined the crowd in dancing., flailing around and dancing in the shittiest way possible for fun. You followed his lead, fish-lining him in as he jumped towards you. 

The disapproving stares bounced off of you two. You were both too focused on having the times of your lives with your embarrassing dance moves. Anyone could see that you two idiots were made for each other.

As the night went on, your friends occasionally joined in, screaming in excitement as you all participated in dancing when Cupid Shuffle and Footloose were blasted through the speakers on the band’s water breaks. You all watched as Coach made a fool of himself when he caught Scott in the gym and laughed at the fact he played it off by dancing with Danny.

After a few fast paced songs were played, the band finally got to their slower, more romantic ones. You were both fueling up on punch from your crazy moves, still talking and giggling about Scott’s smooth playoff, when Stiles paused at the sound of the slow rhythm. You finished what was left of your drink before throwing it away in the trash can a few feet away from you.

“May I have this dance?” He smiled, holding out his hand as soon as you came back. You grinned and nodded, taking his hand as he led you out to the dance floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck before he smiled and pulled you in closer by the hips. “You didn’t actually expect to slow dance like Greenberg and his date, did you?”

“I don’t know. Seems like they’re having fun,” You giggled as you both over at the couple who awkwardly danced together, leaving enough room between them for some lacrosse player to sneak in between them and ruin their moment, making you both laugh. 

You rested your head in the crook of his neck, feeling his fingers rub small circles into the small of your back. You wrapped your arm around his back and rested the other one on his tricep.

You felt his breath on your shoulder, making goosebumps rise all over your body. Your eyes subconsciously closed as you breathed him in; the smell of his cologne mixed with a twinge of sweat was intoxicating. The butterflies in your stomach were light, barely tickling at your insides. They washed away for the most part as you started to fall for him. 

It was only then you realized it didn’t make you nervous to be held by him anymore. Excited and giddy maybe, but not nervous. Instead that feeling was replaced with a contentment. You could let those arms hold you for an eternity. 

You pulled away slightly to look at his sweet hazel eyes. He smiled and rested his forehead on your own.

“Hey,” He said quietly.

“Hi,” You giggled.

“I kinda want these slow songs to last forever,” He stated, wrapping his arms around you.

“Me too,” You smiled, leaning in to kiss him when you heard your name being called from behind you. “Nooo.. Please tell me I’m imagining her voice in my head.”

“Y/N. Y/N! Have you seen Jackson?” Lydia asked in a worried tone. You turned your body around to look at her in concern. Stiles continued to hold you from behind, not quite ready for the moment to end. “I’ve been looking for him everywhere and Allison is dancing with Scott so I know he’s alone.”

“He’s alone?” Stiles spoke up as he tightened his grip subconsciously. 

“You think he might be outside?” She questioned. 

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t put it past him. He was piss-ass drunk last time I saw him,” You admitted. “Do you want me to go with you?”

“Yeah, it’s dark and scary,” She whimpered, making you laugh.

“I’ll be back,” You sighed, not quite being able to shake the feeling in your stomach that was telling you not to go.

“Can I borrow my girlfriend for just a sec? Thanks,” Stiles said as he was already pulling you away. “I’m not letting you go out there alone.”

“What do you mean? I’ll be with Lydia!” You furrowed your brows.

“Peter is here. The hunters are here. Derek is missing. You think the person who kidnapped Derek would struggle to take the two of you?” He challenged, making the feeling in your stomach grow. “Please, just.. Don’t go out there unless you absolutely have to.”

You sighed, trying to think over the music. After a moment, you finally spoke up again.

“Fine, let me just go-” You turned around to face Lydia again to be greeted by another person completely. You looked around and saw no sign of her. “Where is she?”

“Leaving,” Stiles pointed at the swinging side door. You looked up at him in concern.

“I can’t let her go out there alone,” You shook your head.

“I’m right behind you. Let’s go.”

You both rushed against the crowd, pushing into the hallway. He snaked his hand in yours before continuing to make his way to the front door, knowing she’d check for his car first. That was when you ran into him.

“Jackson?” You asked, almost not recognizing him without his usual smug look. He was scared. Guilty. “Are you okay?”

He stayed silent and looked at the two of you in a drunken horror.

“What? What’s wrong?” Stiles’ voice was laced with annoyance.

“I-I was out behind the school, and I..” He stammered. “I was.. out..”

“What happened?” You stepped forward, knowing nothing good was about to fall out of his lips.

“Jackson. What did you do?” Stiles asked from behind you. “Did you see the alpha?”

“Did you see the hunters?” All he did was look up at you. HIs eyes were revealed his overwhelming remorse. You both took off running in search of Lydia.

You screamed her name as you ran through they parking lot but didn’t see her. You looked around the school and peaked into the woods. Nothing. It was only when you saw the vibrant lights illuminate the field when you saw her. She was standing in the middle and a pair of red eyes shone from the bleachers. You both sprinted at full speed, screaming at her silhouette.

“LYDIA! RUN!” You both cried in horror as you watched Peter walk up to her. You were too far to save her but it didn’t stop the two of you from trying.

You heard his howl rumble through the bleachers as your legs carried you as fast as they could. Peter’s eyes smugly looked into yours before slashing through her with his claws. She went to scream before he placed his hand over her mouth, and with a smirk, bit through her shoulder.

“NOOO!” You shrieked as you ran up to him. She fell to the ground and you reached for her before feeling Stiles pull you away. His eyes were focused on those of the Alpha’s. You looked up with an anger-fueled confidence. Peter was hovering over her, ready to attack the two of you if you tried anything. He was silently pleading you to make a move as he scanned over your face.

“I would’ve so much preferred you,” He purred at you. “Look at those eyes. That rage. So beautiful."

“Don’t kill her,” You heard Stiles say. You refused to break eye contact. Anger engulfed every cell in your body. All you wanted in that moment was to see him dead. “She’s innocent.”

“Of course not,” He said after staring at her body before looking right past you. “Just tell me how to find Derek.”

“What?” Stiles stammered.

“Tell me how to find Derek Hale, Stiles,” Peter annunciated as he ran his nail across Lydia’s temple.

“I don’t know that,” His arms were shaking as they held yours back, not letting go of you in fear of your reaction. You let him do it, fearing the freedom. “Why would I know that?!”

“Because you’re the clever one, aren’t you?” He cooed before looking at you. “Or is that you? Either way, deception has a particularly acrid scent. Now here are your options; tell me or I tear her apart.”

“Look, we don’t know, okay?” Stiles confessed. Peter smiled as his eyes wandered back to you. “I swear to god we have no idea.”

“His heart didn’t speed up, sweetheart,” He spoke. He abruptly reached over and grabbed Stiles by the throat, placing him next to your ear and making you listen to the sounds of his struggle. “Tell me or your sweet Stiles will be the first one I rip to shreds.”

“OKAY!” You cried, causing the release of your boyfriend, you turned around to hold the back of his neck to see if he was alright before continuing. “Look, I don’t know for sure but I think the Argents took him when they were shooting at him the other night.“

“Tell me everything,” He growled. “You’re leaving something out.”

“He must’ve known about the shooting. I think he took Scott’s phone before he got kidnapped,” Your eyes finally made eye contact again before you spoke up again. “All phones have GPS in them which means they can be tracked.”

CHAPTER 13 ->

AHHH I MISSED Y/N’s DAD, DUDE! I was lowkey tempted to just like make him a bad guy but then i was like nooo 🥺 BAHAHA!

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The Strings that Bind Us: Chapter One

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Marinette Dupain Cheng was tired. She’d fought the same villain for fifteen years. She’d been a hero longer than she’d been just Marinette. It was exhausting. And she was ready for a break. Two years after unmasking Hawkmoth, Paris was finally healed enough for her to move on. To leave.

Which was why she was currently putting fairy lights and pumpkins on the balcony of her new apartment in Gotham. It was quiet, and lonely, but at least she didn’t have the weight of a city on her back anymore. She hums as she places the last pumpkin. Perfect. Glancing across the city, she lets out a sigh. Here she was, in an entirely new city, no connections and no one to talk to when she needed to just talk. But it was worth it, the memories of everything in Paris still too fresh. It still hurt too much. Deciding it’s not too early to go to sleep, she walks back inside. She’s just closed the door when a loud crash from outside has her tensing. She peeks behind the curtain, frowning at the figure on her balcony. She opens the door.

“Uh, hello.” She greets the strangely dressed man. If what she’d read had been correct, this was Batman. Gotham’s resident hero, or vigilante as the papers called him. He probably wasn’t here to fight her, but you can never be too careful.

“My apologies.” He says, his voice gruff. Her eyes narrow at the way he favors his left side.

“Would you like a cup of coffee?” She asks suddenly, her face instantly heating up as the words tumble out without her permission.

“I’m not-” He starts, but she shakes her head.

“I insist. You are out trying to protect citizens, are you not? The least I can do is offer you a coffee.” She says, turning and walking back inside. She doesn’t turn to see if he follows, but she does hear footsteps behind her. She figures he could walk silently, if he really wanted to. After all, even though he’d been around for eight or so years, few had ever seen Batman. She hums, moving around the kitchen and starting up her small coffee pot and grabbing a few of the leftover pastries from earlier. Placing the pastries on a plate, she pulls down two cups before turning to the vigilante in her kitchen.

“How do you take your coffee?” She asks, and she swears his lips twitch slightly.

“Just black.” He says, and she grins.

“Thank goodness. One of my friends in Paris refuses to drink coffee unless it’s half cream and sugar.” She says, trying to keep the conversation light. After all, what do you say to a random vigilante? It was different when Chat Noir, or Adrien, visited her back in collège. He didn’t start doing that until after she’d helped with Evillustrator, which helped it to not be awkward. Like it currently was with her and Batman. God, why did she even invite him in? She turns and almost sighs in relief when she sees the coffee is done. Quickly filling up both cups, she passes one to Batman and then pushes the plate of pastries towards him.

“I own the cafe downstairs.” She says as an explanation when she sees his lips purse. He nods and grabs a croissant, taking a hesitant bite out of it.

“Thank you.” He says, and she just smiles. She may not want to be a hero again, but maybe it would be okay to be friends with a hero again.

---

The bell over the door notifying her of another customer makes Marinette stick her head out from the back.

“Hello! Welcome to La Petite Tasse, I’ll be with you in just a minute.” She calls, not catching the response before she’s back in the kitchen, pulling a fresh batch of croissants out of the oven. She slides the tray onto the cooling rack before tugging off the oven mitts and rushing out to the front.

“I am so sorry about that, most of my workers are also students so they have class right now. What can I get you?” She rambles, freezing when she looks up into the most attractive blue eyes she’s ever seen. The man just smiles at her, and she swears her knees go weak.

“That’s fine. Could I have... a large black coffee and a croissant?” The man asks, glancing up at the menu before looking back at her. She nods and smiles, cursing the way her cheeks heat up. Sure, this was quite literally the most attractive man she’d ever seen in person, but she was not going to fall for a pretty face. Nope. Totally not. She turns and grabs a cup, filling it up before rushing to the back to grab one of the fresh croissants. After all, they were better warm.

“That’ll be three dollars and twenty seven cents.” She says, passing the man his order. He grins and passes her a twenty.

“Keep the change.” He says with a grin before he turns and walks out. She blinks, slightly confused, but takes the change and puts it into the tip jar. That was weird, she thinks, but she doesn’t think too much into it. It’s not like she’d ever see him again.

---

She had been wrong, and she was completely okay with it. The man came in almost every day for two weeks before she worked up the courage to introduce herself and ask his name. He’d seemed shocked, but had introduced himself as Bruce. And after two weeks, she was happy to say that Gotham had started to feel a little lighter, that she was a little happier in this dark city. The bell above the door chimes, but she keeps working on filling the macarons since Mack was manning the counter.

“Listen kid, open the register and I won’t shoot your fucking brains out.” A voice says. Oh hell no. She drops the piping back and picks up her rolling pin. Peeking out, she breathes a sigh of relief when she sees it’s only one guy, not an entire group. She tosses her rolling pin lightly before catching it, familiarizing herself with it as a projectile before she actually uses it. She watches as Mack’s hands shake, obviously panicked. Letting out a steadying breath, Marinette aims and manages to hit the man in the head with the rolling pin. He drops instantly, the gun clattering to the floor. She rushes out and grabs a couple zip ties from under the counter, walking over and cuffing the man’s hands behind his back before dragging him towards the handrail and attaching him to it. She glares at the man before she remembers Mack and gasps. She rushes over, frantically checking over the girl to make sure she’s okay.

“Mama M, I’m fine. I promise.” She says, though her voice shakes. Marinette breathes a sigh of relief before crushing the girl in a hug.

“I am so sorry, Mack, so, so sorry.” She apologizes, holding the girl close. She can feel the girl shake slightly, her shirt getting wet as the girl cries. Marinette just coos softly, whispering reassuring words to her. She barely hears the bell signaling a customer ring.

“What the hell happened?” A familiar voice asks. She glances over at Bruce and grimaces.

“Attempted robbery. Would you mind calling the police?” She asks, nodding towards the landline. He blinks, standing frozen as he stares at the tied up man in the corner. “Bruce!” She calls, his attention snapping to her. She nods towards the phone again and he nods, walking over to make the call.

---

After the police take their statements, Marinette sends Mack home with the tips from the day, despite the girl’s protests.

“Sweetheart, you were just held at gunpoint. I’m not gonna let you stay here. Go home, eat some junk food and watch something funny. I’ll see you on Monday.” Marinette says, giving the girl another quick hug before watching her leave. She turns to Bruce, who had been kind enough to stay, and winces. “You’re not gonna get in trouble with your boss, are you?” She asks. He just grins.

“I was actually off today, don’t worry about me.” He says, his smile falling as he looks her over. “Are you okay?” He asks. She lets out a shaky breath before nodding.

“Yeah, yeah. I was more worried about Mack, honestly. I was in the back, but I couldn’t just stay there. Not knowing she was in danger.” She says, her arms wrapped around herself as she tries to stay calm. It was the first time she’d had an actual gun aimed at someone she cares about.

“You were quite the hero today.” He says softly, and she snorts, shaking her head.

“No, Bruce, I wasn’t. I did what anyone else would’ve done.” She says, waving him off dismissively.

“Only you would actually believe that there are still people good enough to act like that.” He says softly. She blushes and clears her throat.

“Well, did you want your regular?” She asks, moving to go back behind the counter. He frowns.

“Mari, you aren’t seriously going to open the cafe back up today, are you?” He asks and she frowns.

“Why wouldn’t I?” She asks.

“Because your store was just attacked!” He exclaims, and she snorts.

“If my parent’s bakery in Paris closed every time there was an attack, they would’ve gone out of business.” She says flippantly. He frowns, and she worries she’s said something wrong, when his face suddenly twists back up into a smile.

“Spend the day with me.” He says and she blinks in surprise.

“What?”

“I had set out to ask you on a date when I came in today, but the whole attempted robbery stopped me. I know you want to just get back to work, but what if you spent the day with me instead?” He offers. She stares at him, wide eyed, before a wide smile forms on her face.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She says. It’d be fine to have the cafe closed for a day.

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Enchanted Jon Snow - Final chapter

Written for Jonerys Summer Lovin' 2k22 – day 1 - Fairytales / Mythology

Summary: Daenerys is visited by an extremely friendly black cat, adopts him and the two become attached to one another. However, she will discover that not everything is as it seems.

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Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4

Chapter 5 - We belong together

About half an hour after their arrival at the police station, Jon's identity had already been confirmed through his fingerprints and his family had already been contacted and informed that he had been found and was giving a statement.

The three gave their statements together. First Jon told his story, from his kidnapping to waking up in Dany's bed. Then the two girls told about the circumstances that led them to find him, how they had taken care of him, and why they hadn't called the police or an ambulance.

They had arrived at the station around ten in the morning and it was mid-afternoon by the time they finished giving statements and Jon had been taken to the nearest hospital for examination. Even if Jon hadn't asked them to accompany him, Dany and Missie would have gone with him to the hospital.

The sheriff had just smiled at how worried they were about him and how attached he had become to both of them. People were probably thinking that he felt safe with the two girls who had saved his life and that they felt responsible for him, but the truth was that the bonds that had been forged between the three of them when Jon was a cat had remained intact and fortified when he became human again. When they left the police station, there were already some reporters waiting for them, but they managed to get into the police car quickly.

After examining him, running some tests and taking some blood samples, the doctor announced that Jon was released and that his test results would be sent to the police station to form part of the police investigation. They had decided to head back to Dany's house and as they were arriving back at the hospital reception, a woman who looked very much like Jon walked into the hallway. She looked at the man standing before her and tears washed down her face.

"My baby!" was all she seemed able to say.

"Mom!" Jon said, his voice trembling with emotion, his eyes fixed on the woman's face.

The two moved at the same time and hugged each other. Seconds later, a man appeared in the hallway and watched the scene as he smiled and tears wet his cheek. He was a little taller than Jon, but he had the same chin and cheekbones as his son.

"Dad!" said Jon when he saw him. Lyanna released him and the two faced the man.

"My boy!" he said and only then did Arthur go to them and hug his son “My precious boy, you came back to us!”

Arthur and Lyanna kissed and hugged their son and the three cried in each other's arms.

“We never lost hope that we would find you one day.” said Lyanna holding her son's face in her hands.

“And I never lost faith that one day I would find a way to get back to you.”

“Look at you!” she continued and kissed his cheek several times "You're an adult now!"

"I'm." he said with a smile "I'm so glad you two recognized me!"

“We would recognize you and your sister anywhere, no matter how much time passes.” said Arthur and kissed his son's hair.

He hugged and kissed his father and then asked “What about my little sister? Where is Arya?” and Dany noticed that there was a mixture of anxiety and fear in his voice.

“She is waiting for us at the reception.” replied Lyanna with a smile.

"She's looking forward to seeing you, son." said Arthur.

“I really want to see her again too, but first I want you to meet the two women who save my life.” said Jon and turned to them.

Only then did his parents seem to realize that their reunion had a small audience.

"These are Daenerys and Missandei." he said, "They saved my life and took care of me."

Lyanna walked over to them and hugged them tightly before saying, “Thank you both for taking care of our son.”

"No need to thank." said Missie with a smile "We just did what was right."

“And we are so happy to see you all reunited.” said Dany hugging her too.

“We will be grateful to you both forever.” said Arthur with a smile.

The five of them walked together to the hospital reception and Dany recognized Jon's sister immediately. The two had the same black hair, the same gray eyes and the same long face.

“Big brother!” she yelled when she saw him and ran to him.

“Little sister!” he said hugging her.

Arya showered his face with kisses before saying "I've missed you so much."

Jon laughed and said “I missed you too!”

“I'm so sorry.” said Arya, tears wetting her cheeks “If I hadn't dropped that stupid toy, you wouldn't have gone back looking for it and you wouldn't have been taken. It's all my fault Jon, I'm so sorry!"

Dany felt her heart break as she realized that Arya had spent all this time blaming herself for what had happened to her brother.

Jon hugged her tight and said, "Nothing that happened was your fault, little sister!" he said and kissed her hair "They had chosen me and would continue to wait for an opportunity to kidnap me." he looked her in the eyes, "If they hadn't been able to take me that day, they would have tried again." he wiped her cheeks fondly "Don't feel guilty, please."

"So you don't blame me for what happened to you?" she asked in a choked voice.

“Blame you? Arya, I could never blame you for what happened to me.” he hugged her and Arya smiled "But I was so afraid that you and our parents would forget about me."

"Forget you? Never! Jon, not a day has gone by that we haven’t thought of you or missed you!” Arya saidand looked him in the eye "We even planted a weirwood in our backyard so we could ask the old gods to protect you and bring you back to us."

The two looked at Lyana and Arthur, who were crying and hugging each other as they watched their children, and they nodded.

“Well, I also asked them to bring me back home to my family.” said he "And here I am."

Jon reached for them and Lyanna and Arthur went to their children and hugged them and the four of them stood there, hugging each other in silence for a long time. After years and years of searching, Lyanna and Arthur had finally found their son and brought their family back together.

Daenerys and Missandei looked at each other and smiled, their hearts full of relief and joy.

---

Jon's parents were eager to take their son back home, and two days later, when the police and the doctors said they could return to Sunspear, they did.

Dany and Missie spent as much time with Jon as possible and had the opportunity to get to know the Snow family and its members. They had told the three of them how they had found Jon and taken care of him and his parents had offered to pay the reward for their finding Jon, but the two had refused.

Fortunately, none of them found the familiarity between the three of them strange or the fact that Jon seemed to know more about the two girls than it made sense for him to know in the short time he had technically known them.

Arya Snow was a smart and empathetic girl, possessing an adventurous and curious spirit that soon made her connect with Missie. The two had many interests in common and the girl had been stunned when she discovered that Missandei spoke nineteen languages. Arya had been fascinated to learn that Daenerys was a descendant of the Targaryen who had ruled Westeros and that her mother still lived on Dragonstone. The girl had a real fascination with warrior queens and dragons and Dany had promised that one day she would take her to Dragonstone and the two would explore the ancient castle.

In Jon's last hours in King's Landing, he and Dany walked to the shore of Blackwater Bay and together tossed the obsidian shards into the sea. For several minutes they had just watched the sea, each lost in their own thoughts. Before she could muster up the courage to tell him about her feelings for him, it was time for Jon to go back to his hotel.

Dany was elated that Jon was reunited with his family, but when it came time for her to say goodbye to him, her heart shattered just like the obsidian she had taken from his chest. Jon hugged her tight, thanked her for everything she'd done for him, and promised he'd call her every day.

She had watched him until he disappeared with his family at the airport departure gate and felt her heart going with him.

---

The dreams had stopped since she'd freed Jon.

She'd gotten used to waking up with him, coming home from work to find him waiting for her on the sidewalk, having him in her life, and the house felt empty without him. Everyone believed her when she said that her cat had run away from home, after all, he had come to her house on his own and Daenerys donated all the things she had bought for the cat.

The days turned into weeks and the weeks into months. Despite his physical absence, she still felt connected to him and every day the two of them talked on their cell phones. Jon used to send pictures of his everyday life and talk about how he was trying to make up for lost time with his family and how his sister Arya, a smart and vivacious girl, was dedicated to showing him everything he had missed and teaching him all the things about Dorne and their family that he hadn't had time to learn.

Arya had started writing a diary when she was eight years old, where she told about her daily life, about things that happened to her and their family, and her goal was for Jon to read it and feel part of it all. Over time, she had created an internet blog that she called 'While Jon Is Not Back' where she wrote about her adventures and discoveries as if she were talking to her brother.

When Jon found out his little sister was dating, he'd called Daenerys and the two had spent hours scouring the boy's social media and reading what Arya had written about her boyfriend on her blog and social media, about how he encouraged her to keep writing and not give up hope of seeing her brother again, until Jon finally accepted that maybe Gendry Waters deserved a vote of confidence. After Jon realized that Gendry loved his sister as much as he did and would not hesitate to destroy the world to keep her safe, the two eventually became friends.

The other family members who lived in the North had gone to Sunspear to visit Jon and he had told her that he missed the Weirwood Park and that he wished he could visit it again with her by his side. She still hadn't quite gotten used to the fact that the gods, not just the old gods, were real, but Dany couldn't deny that she, too, wanted to visit the old weirwood and promised him she would make the trip with him.

Jon had also gone back to school and was determined to study Veterinary Medicine. His experience as an animal had shown him how stray animals needed care and he wanted to be able to do something for them.

Aside from Missie, Dany was the only one he could talk to about his readjustment to his human body. He had told her that he missed purring when he was happy and hissing when he was irritated or angry, and he also missed hunting. Sometimes he saw small animals and felt a slight urge to hunt and eat them. It had taken him weeks to get used to eating with cutlery and he had to constantly remind himself to put on clothes and shoes and luckily for him the weather in Sunspear was hot and he had that as an excuse when he forgot to dress properly.

Through Arya and Gendry's influence, Jon had started using social media and was reconnecting with his childhood friends. Dany had felt consumed with jealousy when she'd seen the photos of his reunion with Arianne Martell and Nymeria Sand, two of his childhood friends.

Daenerys was happy to know that he was happy and adjusting to his life as a human and tried to be the best friend possible to him. But in her heart, she kept her longing for him, she kept her feelings for him. Even though Jon had spent more time as a cat with her than he had as a human, Daenerys had fallen in love with the man in her dreams, and now that he was real, it was hard for her not to like him even more with every conversation they had.

Missie, good friend that she was, encouraged Dany to be honest with Jon and talk about her feelings for him, but Daenerys feared that any such revelation could have the exact opposite effect and drive them both away. Her friend had told her that she had no doubt that Jon felt the same way and they were wasting time and should be together by now, but she didn't share Missie's optimism. This optimism that came from the fact that Missie had reunited with Basil Gray and the two were dating from a distance and everything was going very well between them.

Dany couldn't deny that she'd thought over and over again about his words as he'd told his story, how he'd said he felt connected to her, but did that mean he felt the same way she did? Did that mean he had fallen in love with her too? What if the connection he'd felt was just the work of the old gods and had only served to guide him to her?

She found it hard to believe that the few days they'd spent together as humans could have sparked that kind of feelings in him, and she didn't want to risk mistaking gratitude for interest. Also, Jon seemed so happy with his family and he was reconnecting with people from his past and making new friends. She didn't want to risk spoiling his happiness by talking about her feelings.

Feelings that only grew stronger and stronger with each day she spent away from him.

---

Six months, two weeks and four days had passed since she'd last seen Jon in person. Sure, they texted and talked every day on the phone, but she felt empty the moment they hung up. Without Jon in her life, it was as if a piece of her was missing.

To make matters worse, Jon had been acting strangely towards her for a week now, as if something very serious was going on in his life, but he couldn't or wouldn't share that information with her.

During all that time, she couldn't help but think the worst and she was already getting ready for one day to open her social media and find out that Jon had found someone, that the connection between the two of them had disappeared, that her feelings weren't reciprocated.

That Friday night Dany was sadder than usual. She was home alone after turning down some co-workers' invitations to go out after work and had even turned down the offer to go with Raeghar and his family to Dragonstone to spend the weekend with their mother. So it was with a mixture of surprise and relief that she glanced at her cell phone and read a text from Jon.

Jon: Dany? Daenerys: Hi, Jon. Jon: Hi! Are you at home? Daenerys: Yeah, why? Jon: I have a surprise for you. Daenerys: A surprise? Seriously? And what is it?

She stared at the screen anxiously as he typed.

Jon: Open the door and find out.

She frowned and stared at the message for a few seconds before typing:

Daenerys: Ok.

She got up from the couch, turned on the lights, and went to the door. She tried to imagine what kind of surprise would be waiting for her and her heart nearly stopped when she opened the door and saw him.

Her eyes scanned him quickly. Except for his hair, which was shorter than the last time she'd seen him, Jon looked just as she remembered. Daenerys missed him so much that she could hardly believe he was really there, in front of her.

“Surprise!” he said with a dazzling smile.

“Jon?!”

"Hello, Dany."

"Hi!" she said throwing herself into his arms and he hugged her tight. Jon placed several kisses on her hair and the two hugged each other in silence for a few seconds.

She forced herself to let go of him before saying, “Please come in.” and he did.

“I missed home.” he said taking the backpack off his back and placing it on the couch "But in my memories everything seemed bigger."

Dany smiled "Maybe because your memories are of when you were a lot smaller than you are now." she said and he smiled and nodded "Why didn't you tell me you were coming to King's Landing?"

“Because if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore.” he said "Arya had to confiscate my cell phone so I wouldn't give in to temptation and tell you everything."

"That's why you've been acting so strange the last few days." she said and he nodded “Are you here because there has been any progress in the police investigations?”

In the first few weeks after Jon's reappearance, police investigators had managed to find some leads and arrested a few suspects, but so far, as they expected, the investigation had come to naught.

"No, I'm here because of you, Dany." he replied “I know I've been missing for the last week, but I was doing my last exams and getting everything ready for this trip. I'm sorry if I seemed distant, that was not my intention."

She nodded and said “I missed you so much, Jon!”

"Me too, Dany." he said and went to her and hugged her tight “Talking to you on the phone wasn't enough. I needed to see you in person and not on a screen. I needed to hold you in my arms, smell you and make sure you were real and not a dream.”

“I'm so glad you're here!” she said, her heart pounding and tears filling her eyes.

"I couldn't spend another day away from you." he confessed with her safe in his arms "I feel incomplete without you by my side."

Dany looked him in the eye and heard herself saying, “Me too. It's like a piece of me is missing.” she laid a hand over his heart "And I feel complete now that you're here."

Jon gave her a sweet smile “I feel the same way.” he said caressing her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her bottom lip. "I love you, Dany."

She felt her body tense up and stared at him openmouthed in disbelief. Months of thinking he didn't feel the same way she did, months of hiding her feelings for him, and now he was here, in front of her and telling her the words she not only wanted to say to him but she wanted to hear him say too.

Jon must have interpreted that as rejection, for he let his hands off her and started “It's okay if you don't feel the…” but Dany rose on her tiptoes and shut him up with a kiss.

Her hands landed on his face, and in the next second, Jon's arms came around her and brought her closer to him. His lips were soft and warm against hers and Jon kissed her slowly as if they had all the time in the world at their disposal and she enjoyed every second.

Daenerys Targaryen knew the gods existed, but she had doubted the existence of paradise until the moment their lips touched. She had never believed that there could be anything beyond that life, but as Jon kissed her, she found herself wishing that there was, in fact, another life, that there was some other form of existence when they died so she could spend eternity by his side. And if those who believed in rebirth, in reincarnation, were right, she wouldn't stop looking for Jon until she found him in all their other lives.

"I feel the same." she said as their lips parted "I love you too, Jon."

Jon gave her a bright smile and kissed her again. This time their kiss was devouring, full of heat and desire. Her hands slid through his silky hair and Dany moaned as Jon's lips left her lips to kiss her neck. A shiver ran through her body as he licked the column of her neck and Dany felt the fire spread through her body and the wetness between her legs increase.

"Jon!" she moaned his name and pressed her body against his.

She felt him smile against his skin. “I'm here, Dany. I'm here."

Her body was burning with desire, and impatiently, she pulled him in for another kiss, their bodies pressed together, but it still wasn't enough for her. Dany needed to feel his skin against hers, needed to feel his body becoming one with hers. Her hands found the hem of his shirt and then the skin of his abdomen. His hands left her waist, moved down to her ass and squeezed, pressing her belly against his obvious erection. She reacted by rubbing against him and Jon looked at her, letting her see that the gray in his eyes had almost disappeared.

“Don't be a tease.” he said in a voice hoarse with desire.

"You started." she replied with a teasing smile.

"Did I?" he said with a pretended innocent air and she smiled "You have no idea how many times I dreamed of this moment." Jon whispered in her ear and it made her body shiver.

"Too bad we don't share our dreams anymore." she commented “I would have loved to have seen every one of them.”

He looked at her and gave her a mischievous smile before saying, "I'd love to show you one of my favorites, Dany."

Her hand roamed over his chest and came down to rest on his erection, making him hiss. She gave him a mischievous smile, "Then show me."

Jon stared at her for a few seconds, his gray eyes locked with hers “Are you sure?” he asked.

She nodded, "What about you?"

"I knew you were my destiny the moment I first saw you in my dreams." he replied.

"Then, let's dream together." she said with a smile.

He kissed her once more and when their lips parted, she took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Dany and Jon undressed each other slowly, taking their time and kissing every bit of exposed skin. Jon looked at her with adoration and desire in his gray eyes and Dany knew he could see the same in her violet ones.

As if she were the most precious thing in the world, he scooped her up in his arms and laid her gently on the bed. Jon kissed her body from her forehead to her breasts, where he paused to pay attention to her pebbled nipples before continuing his journey down and down her body until she moaned loudly and called out his name when he used his tongue on her wet, throbbing center. He used his tongue, lips, teeth, fingers and voice to bring her to ecstasy. She was still feeling on cloud nine when he kissed her and she could taste herself on his lips.

"... much better than my dreams." he said.

She smiled and pulled him in for another kiss before saying "Is this how your dream ends?"

"Oh no!" he said with a mischievous smile "That was just the beginning."

He kissed her passionately and she could feel his erection pressing against her body, making her burn even more with desire "I can't wait to see how your dream ends, my love." she said as their lips parted.

He hummed contentedly "Please, say it again."

Dany ran her hands through his hair and, looking him in the eyes, repeated with a smile, "My love."

“My Dany.” he said, "My precious and brave Dany. I love you so much!" he said, punctuating each word with a kiss in a different spot on her face. He looked her in the eyes before asking "Are you sure you want me to show you how the dream ends?"

"I'm looking forward to it."

His eyes never left hers as he positioned himself between her legs and slowly entered her. Their bodies fit together as if they were made for each other, and after everything that had happened, she was sure that was true. Their bodies found the perfect rhythm that took them both closer and closer to climax. With her name on his lips as if it were a prayer, Jon stroked her clit and Dany found herself orgasming once more and seconds later she felt Jon climaxing too.

With Jon's head resting on her shoulder, they both caught their breath and it took Dany a few seconds to understand what he was whispering against her skin. “You're perfect, Dany. I love you."

She smiled and placed a kiss in his hair.

---

In the shower some time later, Dany made sure to show Jon one of her recurring fantasies. She'd explored his body the way she'd wanted to since the first time she'd seen him and she'd ended up with her legs wrapped around his waist, her body pressed against the wall and Jon buried deep inside her as she moaned his name.

Bathed and exhausted, they lay down on the bed, Dany with her back against Jon's chest and he wrapped her in his arms. She felt sated, protected and complete in a way she never thought possible.

"I will forever be grateful to the old gods for putting us in each other's paths." she whispered, lacing her fingers with his, "I love you, Jon."

He pressed her against his body and kissed her hair "I love you too, my Dany." he whispered back and she fell asleep with a contented smile.

---

The other side of the bed was empty when she woke up, and for a few seconds she feared that everything that had happened last night had just been a dream. But the soft aches in her body and hickeys on her skin assured her it was all real.

Remembering that the man she loved had been a cat for fourteen years, she quickly concluded where in the house she would find him at that time.

She got up and found him lying on the lounge chair, his eyes closed and a contented smile on his face. She looked at the weirwood and said a silent prayer of thanks and went to him.

Jon opened his eyes upon hearing her approach and smiled before saying “Good morning, Dany.”

“Good morning, my love.” she said and he gave her a smile as bright as the morning sun "I missed you in bed."

“Sorry.” he said and held out his hand to her and Dany went to him "My plan was to make breakfast before you woke up, but the morning is so beautiful I couldn't resist."

She lay down next to him and he kissed her "I'm glad a little piece of my cat is still inside you."

Jon smiled and Daenerys snuggled into his chest, her body enfolded in his arms. Together, bathed in the morning sunlight, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

[milkteahood]

Okay, here’s my request or more of an idea. Detective Reader have been looking into the cases of unsolved missing children with the latest one stumping her. She is inevitably lead to a village in Romania. She is quickly attacked and dragged to Heisenberg factory. After coming to and hearing her captor name, she smiles and shouts, “You’re the kid I’ve been looking for!” She shows him pictures of him with his family as a kid. And, the picture of what people have guessed what he would looked like years later. All the missing posters and the unsolved murder of his parents. She’s happy and excited to have solved the case and find him, it actually takes her almost 6 minutes later to realize implications of how this kid missing in 1920’s can still be alive in 2021.

“Yes, I have decided to look into some cold cases. There are a lot of them and honestly I am just really bored on this holiday” Y/N spoke on the phone.

“You work non stop. Shouldn’t you at least take a break? Plus, what do you even expect to find in those archives?” the voice on the other end replied.

“Well, I literally have nothing else better to do. I like my job, this is something I want to do” Y/N said.

“Ugh fine. Have it your way”. The conversation quickly drifted to something else before Y/N finally ended the call.

And that’s how Y/N found herself in a back room full of archives and cases that went cold. She went through a lot of files, but none awoke her curiosity, until she stumbled upon one particular case. “Karl Heisenberg, Missing child” it said.

She read through the case and as it turns out, the child was never found. But they didn’t find the body either and there was no lead on the case. It was as if that child just vanished into thin air. This was the first time Y/N saw such a thin case file. There was barely anything in it, some pictures and some declarations. There were also some portraits made by other detectives who tried their luck on the case, resembling how Karl would look like over the ages.

The case dated back to 1952. Y/N was about to put the file back, but something stopped her. She didn’t know what it was that made her not put the file away, but she found herself taking it home. “Well, I definitely won’t solve this, but it will be an interesting read” she thought to herself.

At home she worked on different cases, going over them one by one, until she reached the last case she brought home. "Oh, I almost forgot about you" she said to herself. Shifting on her sofa, Y/N brought the mug to her lips, eyes not leaving her newly started lecture. "I wonder what happened to you, Karl".

The night was setting outside, yet Y/N was still reading and re reading the same case. Declarations from the parents about how their baby was kidnapped and witnesses saying they saw him with a woman. All of them described the woman in a strange way. Normally, she would've thought them to be crazy, but after everyone talked about the woman growing wings and vanishing with the child, she wasn't so sure what to believe anymore. Obviously people don't just grow wings. The entire file sounded like a poorly written fantasy story. Something from a book that was never edited and published. It did not sound like police statements at all.

She sighed and put the file down. "Goodness Karl, what on earth happened to you?" she paused "wait, what if.."

Y/N stumbled across her apartment while reaching for her laptop. Upon opening it, she began searching legends about women with wings, anything that could give her a lead on the case, but of course, she found nothing.

It took a long time of research until she realized, if she ever wanted to know what happened to this child, she would have to go to the last place he was seen. To this day Y/N has no idea what exactly pushed her into solving this case. She knew the child was dead. But maybe she truly wanted to know who or what the woman described in the declarations was.

How she ended from her comfortable bed to a village in the Romanian Mountains beats her. Although it was only middle of autumn, there was already snow in the village and the air was cold, so cold it hurt. The people living there were welcoming, but still very wary of her. She didn’t know what exactly she expected to find. She didn’t even know why she came all the way there. Even if that child was brought here, there is no way any of these people would know.

She kept walking the streets, ready to give up and just head back home, until she heard a familiar name. When she turned around, Y/N could hear two women talking.

“I heard Lord Heisenberg will come in the village today” one of them said.

“Shhh! Someone might hear you! We’re not supposed to talk about the lords like that” the other hushed her.

“Excuse me!” Y/N said before she even processed she was talking “who is this Heisenberg?”

Both women went pale and proceeded to turn around and walk away.

“We have no idea what you’re talking about”

“Please leave us alone”

It was common knowledge not to talk about to lords. Don’t look at them, don’t talk to them, don’t talk about them. They are to be treated with utmost respect. Although for Y/N, these unspoken rules were nonexistent. She had no idea she was not supposed to ask about Heisenberg’s whereabouts.

Little did she know this curiosity of hers was going to be the reason she is dragged across the forest and to a factory by a pack of monsters. Her screams and kicks did nothing and just as she thought that was the end of her, they dropped her on the cold floors of the factory and retreated.

“My my, aren’t you a curious one” a man’s voice could be heard.

Y/N tried to stand up and compose herself “I’m assuming you are Heisenberg?”

“Karl Heisenberg, a pleasure to meet you” he greeted.

“They named you after the kid” Y/N said, but more to herself.

“What child?” Karl’s eyebrows furrowed at her.

“The kid that was kidnapped and brought here ages ago, I suppose I had to right lead after all”.

Karl froze at that. She was talking about him, but of course she didn’t know that. Normally, he should be dead or really really old.

“How did you find this place?” he asked, intrigued.

“Oh, it was super difficult, and it’s a long story, so do you have time?”

“I have all the time in the world, so how about you take a sit and tell me more about this child”.

As Karl finally approached enough for Y/N to see him, she let out a gasp.

“What is it?” Karl asked, raising his eyebrows.

“You look exactly like the portraits!”

His eyebrows furrowed again as Y/N searched her bag for the case file.

“Look” she handed it to him.

The more Karl looked through the case file, the wider his eyes became. There were pictures of him as a child, of him and his family. People really did try looking for him and after all this time, someone did find him.

After giving it some thought about whether or not he should tell her the truth, he decided she could be helpful. After all, she found him when no one else could.

“The child you are looking for” he paused “it’s me”.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at that “ok ok, good one”.

“You just got dragged here by a pack of lycans” he said “one of them is a giant. So me being the child you are looking for isn’t the strangest thing, is it now?”

Y/N stopped laughing at that and looked at him, eyes widening in realization.

“I know you have a lot of questions, but so do I, so come on now, we have to talk” Karl said and began to walk away. Y/N followed close behind. This was surely going to be an interesting night.