#Just let me slowly kill myself in peace

[sanguineterrain]

restroom attendant | jason todd

Summary: Tonight is the worst night ever--you just got dumped on your birthday, and all you want to do is cry in the restaurant bathroom in peace. That is, until, the Red Hood bursts in. This city just won't cut you a break.

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader 

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings/tags: humor, mild angst, reader's ex-bf cheats and dumps her, jason is such a silly goose, flirting, meet ugly, canon-typical violence, awkward jason, comic relief dick grayson.

A/N: this is probably the silliest fic i've ever written LOL! i hope you guys enjoy it. please support your local jason todd enthusiast and reblog :)

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Tonight sucks. 

With a shaky hand, you attempt to soothe your swollen eyes. You’ve probably been in here for about twenty minutes. Your Uber has definitely left, as has your now ex-boyfriend of three years. 

Yoga instructor. It’s always the yoga instructor. They’re always fucking the yoga instructor.

You swallow a mouthful of tears and phlegm and try not to let the wet sink touch your dress. All you’d wanted was a little class on your birthday, maybe have some wine and play footsie under the table with your boyfriend. But no. That would’ve been too easy for you. 

You’re starting to think this city is cursed.

The door slams open. The force of it shakes the bathroom, rattles the mirrors. You spin around.

A man slides across the floor and smacks his head on the opposite wall. Red Hood appears in the doorway, the eyes of his helmet glowing eerily. 

Yep. Definitely cursed.

"Let's try this again," Hood says pleasantly, reloading his gun with a fresh magazine. "And in the interest of making myself transparent: when I ask you a question, Jerry, I expect a truthful answer."

He stalks over to Jerry and heaves him up by the lapels of his suit jacket. Hood's biceps bulge as he holds Jerry against the wall. You squish yourself against the sink. Water soaks the back of your dress. 

"You're crazy, I didn't do anything!" Jerry shouts, feet barely scraping the floor. 

"Volume, Jerry. People are trying to enjoy their meals.”

“Let go of me, Hood! I wasn’t anywhere near the Iceberg Lounge!”

“Yeah, see, words are coming outta your mouth, but they don't match the fact that I have three people who put you at the scene. How can we remedy this inconsistency? Any ideas?"

Jerry squirms, but he's no match for Hood's strength. Your heart pounds in your chest.

"Don't give me to the cops!" Jerry begs. 

"Cops are the least of your worries right now," Hood snarls. "You're damn lucky Nightwing wants to talk to you, Jerry, or your head would hurt a lot more."

Slowly, you reach for your purse, trying to pull out your phone. Instead, you knock it to the floor. Tears gather in your eyes because this night just can’t cut you a break.

“Motherfucker,” you whisper. 

Hood turns, those frightening white eyes now on you. Jerry also looks at you, legs still dangling.

“Hey,” Hood says without a sign of struggle. “Shit. Y'alright? Did I swipe ya?”

“No,” you say, voice shaky.

His posture softens. “Okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. Don’t be afraid.”

“I believe you. But, um… you're in the women's bathroom.”

Red Hood gives the room a onceover. 

“Huh. So we are. Dunno how that happened.” He shakes Jerry by the collar. “Why’d you run into the women’s bathroom, asshole?”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't kill me!” Jerry wails. 

“Shut it, Jesus. I'm not gonna kill you. Not yet, anyway.” 

“It's fine, I was just leaving,” you say, bending down to get your purse. 

“Hey, no, don't let me push you out,” Hood says. “Sorry. I'll be gone in a couple minutes.”

Hood adjusts his grip so Jerry's face is against the wall, arms and legs restrained. Then he zipties Jerry and sits him down hard on the floor. Hood presses a button on his helmet. 

“Yo, N, I'm at Prescott's. Yeah, with Jerry. No, I didn't tell him to run in here, he did that all on his own! Well, I chased him for ten blocks, so I’d prefer if you’d keep your bitching to yourself. Thank you… Okay, we're in the women's bathroom, so—well, I didn't do it on purpose! No, I’m—will you just come here? There’s a side window.” Hood presses the button again with a grunt. “Dickhead.”

“Are you gonna erase my memory?” you ask. 

Hood jerks, turning back to you.

“What? Hell no, I'm not gonna erase your memory. I don't do that shit, I promise.”

You slump against the sink. “That's too bad. I would prefer it.”

He looks up from Jerry’s last ziptie and pulls it extra tight. Jerry whimpers. 

“How come?” Hood asks.

You shake your head. “It's nothing.”

“Hm. Doesn't look like nothing. If you're in danger—”

“I'm not in danger. I…”

You glance at Hood. You can't see his face, but his body language seems genuine. From what you've heard, Hood isn't known for mincing words or doing things he doesn't want to. And he’s good to Gothamites. Well, the law-abiding ones, anyway. He’s even been endorsed by Batman.

What's the harm in telling him about your disastrous night? Not like you'll see him again. Or Jerry. 

“I got dumped,” you say. 

“Ah.” Hood nods. “Been there.”

Somehow, the idea of Red Hood getting dumped is weirder than him beating up a guy in the women’s bathroom of Prescott’s.

You sniffle, and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. 

“Yeah, um. It was our three year anniversary today. He took me here, told me he was in love with his yoga instructor, and then left.”

You tear up thinking about it. Hood makes a quiet noise.

“Shit. Well, I haven't been there,” he says. “But I know infidelity. I'm sorry. Dudes are trash.”

“And it's my birthday today,” you blurt, sniffling. 

“Happy birthday,” Jerry says, clutching his stomach. 

“What a fucking asshole!” Hood snarls, and lets go of Jerry, who crumples like a sack of potatoes. He’s out cold in a second, frozen on the floor.

Your brows rise. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. It’s his first time in Gotham.” Hood shrugs. “Anyway, where was I? Right, your asshole ex. Like it's not enough to publicly dump you, and then he goes and does it on your birthday? Who is this guy? I'll go talk to him right now.”

You laugh a loud, snorting laugh. It bounces off the tiles. 

Hood tilts his head. “What’d I say?”

You catch your breath and wave your hand. 

“No, nothing, I’m sorry. I’ve just had a crappy night and that’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever offered to me.”

“I mean it,” Hood says. “I’ll scare him if you want.”

“As tempting as that is, I don���t want to be an accessory to a crime.”

You also don’t want to put your ex in the ICU, no matter how much he might deserve it. Best to let the universe do its thing.

“You’d be acquitted, don’t worry.” Hood leans against the stall. “I’d never letcha go to jail.”

You smile, your ears growing warm. “You don’t even know me. What if I deserve it?”

“Nah. I got a good sense about people. I can tell you’re sweet. Probably don’t even run through red lights.”

“I try not to,” you say, heat spreading to your face. 

“Yeah, a good girl. I figured as much.”

Your eyes widen. Hood coughs and rubs his neck. Even his coughs sound intimidating through the helmet, but that’s negated by his scrunched-up posture.

“Fuck. Sorry. That wasn’t a come-on,” he says. “I mean, it sounded like one, but I’m realizing what a creep I am, flirting with you in a bathroom with a zip-tied criminal. Sorry.” He shakes his head. “I hate myself.”

You grin. “It’s okay. You made my night better, actually. Thanks.”

“That’s a testament to how terrible your night’s been if I made it better.”

You shrug. “Could always be worse. I bet Jerry had an even shittier night than me.”

“You’d win that bet. But I—”

The window swings open with a clunk. Nightwing pops his head in. He looks at Hood, then you. 

“Uh,” he says. “Evening. What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is it took you almost ten minutes to get here,” Hood says, back in Vigilante Mode. “Did you get lost?”

Nightwing smiles with all his teeth. “I was actually cleaning up your mess at the Bowery, Hood. You’re welcome.” 

He looks at you. “Hi. Sorry about this. I hope we didn’t ruin your night. If there’s anything we can reimburse you for…”

You shake your head. “It’s okay. My night was already sunk. Don’t worry about it. Thanks for keeping Gotham safe.”

Nightwing laughs. “The pleasure is ours.”

“Alright, enough chattering, Dickwing,” Hood says. “Take him.”

He lifts the unconscious Jerry, pushing him up to the window. He does so effortlessly, his jacket riding up to reveal his skin-tight jumpsuit. 

You look away before he catches you staring. There’s definitely something wrong with you. 

Nightwing takes Jerry and waves at you. Then he disappears.

“So, uh,” Hood says. “I gotta go.”

“Oh! Right, of course. Sorry to keep you.”

“Now what’re you apologizing for?” he asks, and it almost sounds like a tease. You wonder what his smile looks like. What color his eyes are.

“Well, I really didn’t mean to keep you…”

“You didn’t keep me,” Hood says, and you can hear the warmth even through his decoder. “This is probably the best arrest I’ve ever made.”

He starts to climb through the window, then stops. He digs into one of the pockets of his belt and pulls out a scrap of paper. 

“This is my number,” he says. “Well, it’s kind of the vigilante hotline. But you can reach me here, in case you ever need help.”

Hood walks over to give it to you. He smells like gunpowder and oranges. He’s even larger this close, the width of his shoulders dwarfing you. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly. 

He nods and backs up, clapping his hands.

“Right. So I’ll go… Bye.”

Hood looks at you for a moment more. Then he hops up onto the window sill and slides out, somehow graceful despite his bulk. The window closes. 

Your dress has dried, which is nice. You walk out of the bathroom. It’s a miracle no one else has come in. 

You get your coat and this time, when you see the empty seat across from yours, you don’t burst into tears, which is progress. You call another Uber and go to wait for it at the front. The hostess approaches you.

“Ma’am?” she says, and holds out a small, plastic container. In it is a slice of tiramisu. 

“I didn’t order this,” you say.

“It was called in and paid for by a Mr. R.H. He wishes you a happy birthday.” 

“Oh. Thank you.”

You’re definitely leaving a five-star review on Yelp.

[saeist]

a/n: alternate universe where touya didn't go insane and goes to UA :] dedicated to the loml @saerins cus we're on our touya brainrot + went a little insane with this instead...

"jesus doll, excited now are we?" touya muses, a smirk on his lips as he lets you push him inside your small and cramped bathroom.

rolling your eyes, you motioned him to sit down on the toilet lid while you prepare the shower. making sure the water is just the right temperature or else you might burn touya's head off when you rinse the hairdye off his hair

"is this the part where you remove your shirt and i suck on a titty?" touya says more of a statement rather than a cheeky question. you stop yourself from hitting the boy that has his signature lopsided smirk with the shower head you were currently holding

with an exasperated sigh and a pinch to your nose bridge, you answer him

"just shut up for once, touya. besides, won't your dad kill you if he found out you're dying your hair black? or did you forget that he almost kicked you out of the house when he saw your piercings for the first time?" you raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend who decided at the last minute to dye his hair as a sign of "rebellion against his "uptight, stick far up his ass dad" his words, not yours

"he can manage" touya huffs, scoffing at the memory of his dad yelling at him for acting and starting to look like a good for nothing delinquent or in endeavour's words, a villain. "it's not like it's my duty to keep our image of a "perfect family". if only the rest of the world knew what its like to have endeavor as your deadbeat dad!"

touya and endeavour never really got a long per say.. at least that's what touya tells you whenever he had a shit day training with endeavor. days where he would train with his dad were usually days where he'd opt to spend the night at your dorm. away from all the chaos inside the todoroki estate that he unfortunately refers to as his home

but to touya, at the end of the day, you are his home. his peace, his serenity, his anchor in this world where hell could break loose at any given moment

"don't give me that look, doll" touya sighs, shoulders dropping when he noticed you were staring at him.

"i just don't want to see you hurt all over again. you almost gave me a heart attack that one time when you showed up here unannounced" you pout, letting touya slowly wrap his arms around your waist.

touya’s arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. “i can handle the old man. it’s his problem if he can’t accept me for who i am,” he mutters, resting his forehead against your stomach

"i mean, he already stopped giving a shit when he realized i can't withstand my flames, so who am i to give a shit back after everything he did to me?" touya continues, his grip tightening

you run your fingers through his hair gently, feeling the warmth of his presence. “shhh, we already talked about this" you shush him, "all i'm saying is that i just want you to be safe, touya. i can’t stand seeing you hurt,” you whisper, your voice tinged with worry.

he looks up at you, his usual smirk replaced with a rare, sincere expression. “i know, doll. i know." touya presses light kisses on your stomach, "but I have to be true to myself, even if it means pissing off endeavor” he chuckles, the pads of his thumb rubbing circles on your exposed skin

you both stay in that position in silence for a bit. just finding comfort with each other's presence. just the way touya likes it. nice and quiet. a contrast to his daily hellish life back at his own home

that is until touya starts to feel his scalp burn a little

"okay fun time's over, doll. my scalp's startin' to kill me here" touya shudders, slowly unwrapping his arms around you as he reaches for the shower head in your hand.

you stifle in your laughter watching him make a fuss inside your cramped bathroom.

that is until, you remembered that your bathroom tiles were pearly white and if he's rinsing off black hairdye then–

"TOUYA MY TILES!" you let out a screech

"too late, doll" touya pokes his tongue out at you, hair dye getting all over your walls and cold tiles.

you were gonna pay one hefty fine if you don't clean this shit up as soon as possible.

now, touya sits on your bed. drying his freshly dyed jet black hair with a towel and you're not even gonna lie to yourself. he looked a little too good for your liking. touya has always been a looker himself but with this new hairdo.. oh lord

"why are you looking at me like you want to eat me?" touya chuckles, hanging the now stained towel around his neck as he leans back on your bed with his elbows propped. he was giving you bedroom eyes, quite literally and figuratively.

what a tease!

"nothing. just making sure that i'm still talking to touya and not his emo alter ego dabi" you mused, plopping down on your bed next to him.

touya laughs at your comment. eyes turning into crescent moons

“thanks for everything, y/n,” touya says softly, voice full of genuine love and appreciation.

your heart swells at the sight of touya like this. you would move mountains if you could just to see touya– your touya happy.

"i love you, touya" you lean in for a kiss. to which touya happily returns the favor.

"i love you more than life, doll." touya smiles lazily against the kiss, cranking his neck to the side for more access as he deepens the kiss.

moments like these with you is when touya feels like he's on top of the world and he hopes it will forever stay like this cause to touya, he can face anything the world throws at him when he knows you'll be there right by his side

[save-the-villainous-cat]

“I kind of hate all this self-improvement talk. You know…all that ‘forgiving others’ and finding peace and all.” The villain shrugged gently and averted their eyes. Away from the hero. Away from that broken form, that torn skin and the broken bones. They needed a second. “I…hold grudges. A lot. It’s unhealthy, everyone says so at least.”

The hero’s breath was raspy. Wet, even. No doubt, their lungs were filling up with blood. And yet, their eyes were pinned on the villain.

“And everyone knows better, don’t they?”

A gurgle as answer.

The villain sighed.

“Everyone around me says I have to let go of others, especially those who hurt me in the past.” The villain lowered their voice and kneeled next to their nemesis. This time, they actually stared at the wounds, observed the blood. “But whenever I meet someone, they etch themselves into my soul. That’s not my fault now, is it?”

They touched the hero’s throat gently and the hero - who was choking on their own blood - that suffering and poor hero was finally able to close their eyes and breathe again.

“Maybe that’s why I loathe you so much. You did it so gracefully. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. One day you just showed up and demanded a place in my life.”

They clicked their tongue and let their hand move over the hero’s battered body, slowly letting their powers flow through them. Killing the hero would have been the smartest decision.

But when it came to the hero, the villain was never rational.

They touched the wounds and slowly, blood was drawn back into the hero’s body and their muscles, their skin weaved itself back together like fabric.

“I did all that stuff everyone else does; blaming myself, shaming myself, hating myself whenever I made a mistake. I’m thinking about what I have done in the past constantly. I’m thinking about all my flaws, about everything that makes me so despicable. It never goes away. I don’t know peace.” They took in a deep shaky breath. Their voice was breaking. “I know it’s pathetic.”

The villain was done with the hero’s torso now and felt themselves grow weaker. The hero had been close to death and the villain was by no means someone who could bring back the dead.

Nevertheless, they concentrated and continued their work on the hero’s broken knee.

“You talked about being imperfect last week, that’s why I’m saying all this…I don’t know if it’s just us. But I believe at some point, everyone thinks they’re not enough. Or a horrible person. So…if that makes us human, the mere idea of perfection has to be a human concept as well. Which means it’s just in our heads and not real.”

The villain smiled softly when they finished. They could feel the weariness of their muscles, the pain in their eyelids. Healing someone else requires energy. A lot of energy.

And since the villain was directly using their own energy, they were exhausted.

“I disagree,” the hero whispered. Their eyes were still closed. “But I understand what you mean.”

They took the villain’s hand and squeezed gently. The villain would have been flustered if they hadn’t been this terribly tired.

“You’re giving others too much power over yourself. You’ve never let that happen in combat, so why should it happen in your head? All those thoughts are real, real enough to control you.”

“I like you better when your mouth is closed,” the villain said. They let out another shaky breath and moved slowly; turned around and laid down next to the hero.

“Hm.” They could hear the hero smile. “Thank god I etched myself into your soul, then. You’re not getting rid of me, darling.”

“Hm.” The villain closed their eyes, falling asleep on the hard and uncomfortable concrete within a few seconds.

Hand in hand with the hero.

[kimmryokoo]

Why would you love an animal like me? - logan howlet

author: kim ryoko

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summary: logan has a nightmare about all the people he has killed in the past and starts to think you deserve to be with someone better than him. luckly, you are there to tell him otherwise.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: feeling of not deserving someone, agnst, comfort, emotional dependence, nightmare/slight insomnia, slightly sub logan

author note: english isn't my first language, so i'm sorry for any grammar mistakes, feel free to correct me. also, i don't know how to feel about this fic, but i hope you like it. and i'm sorry it's short.

A nightmare… again.

But this time, it was different. I din’t dream about the wars; I had a dream about all the people I’ve killed, and God… there where so many.

Maybe I am a monster. An animal, like everyone calls me.

Well, not everybody. She doesn’t call me that. She’s too kind hearted to think that way about anyone; even me. Most times, think I don’t deserve her. That she deserves someone better than me. But she’s always there to tell me I’m wrong. To tell me that I’m actually a kind person that truly deserves to be loved. I want to believe her. I really do. But my mind is always playing these little fucking tricks on me, showing me the bad person everyone knows I am, and I slowly start to believe it’s true again. Why can’t I just live in peace?

If I lived in peace, she could live in peace too. With me.

But why would an animal live in peace?

I wake up, once again, with my claws out and a layer of sweat covering me. I retract my claws, seat up and look to my side. Shit. How can someone be this pretty even when sleeping? And just like that, all those thoughts come running back to me and I feel my heart clench. I know I’m selfish for not letting her go and have the life she deserves with someone better, but I can’t bring myself to let her go. Even in the days where one of us is out on a mission for just 1 hour, my hearts starts to ache from how much I miss her. I wouldn’t survive a single fucking day without her. I move myself a bit to seat at the edge of the bed with my head low. My heart starts beating fast again and with every second that pasts, I feel my insecurities get bigger and bigger. I know I’m fucked up when all I want right now is for the woman sleeping next to me to wake up and kiss and hug all my problems out of me. How could I ever let her go? The only thing I can do is wait for her to grow tired of me like everyone has done after their own time.

I heard the sheets moving behind me and, a few seconds later, I feel two arms wrapping themselves around me, one around my neck and one around my chest, two legs wrapping around my waist and a head snuggling itself to my neck. I smell her scent, the only one that can make me go fucking feral in less than 1 second, and, at the same time, bring me peace no one has ever been able to before.

“Why are you awake? Did you have another nightmare?” she asked and I couldn’t bring myself to answer her so I just nodded. I could only think about how she deserves someone better than an old, murderous, shitty animal.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry…” she said like it was her fault “Is there anything I can do to help you?” her sweet voice making me melt more with each passing seconds, but also hammering my heart more knowing that the person she ends up with is the luckiest person on earth and I would do anything in my power to be them. To respond to her question I just moved my head again signing a ‘no’.

As if she understood this was worst than normal, she got up and put herself standing between my legs, while cupping my face. Even with me sitting, she wasn’t that much taller than me,which is another thing I find cute i her. One of the thousands. She tilted my head slightly so I was looking at her and I almost forgot everything just by looking at her loved-filled eyes. Almost. She pulled me in for a slow and soft kiss and kissed my forehead as soon as she broke it. She then hugged my head thigh against her chest and I let myself finally enjoy the care she was giving me and relax for a moment.

“Why do you love me?”

“What do you mean, Logan?” she asked genuinely confused as if the question I asked was the stupidest thing on earth.

“Why would you love an animal like me?” I repeated.

“Don’t say stuff like that Logan, you know I don’t like it. And to answer you question, I love you because, either you believe it or not, you are the kindest, most loving person I ever met. You always put everyone else before you, even Scott. Every time you see someone struggling, or sad, you do your very best to help them. Even though you put this ‘tough guy’ look on you face everyday, deep down, you care more about people then you know. I love you, Logan, because you are always ready to give your life in exchange for someone else’s, even a total stranger’s. I don’t care about what you believe or not, or what people tell you or not, but you, James Logan Howlet, The Wolverine or whatever you want to call yourself, you will never be the animal they make you think you are.”

Fuck.

With that I held her tighter and my body started to shake. When she noticed it, she held me even closer than before and started to play with my hair and kissing the top of my head. She relished me from her grip to cup my face again and see the fear and sadness in my eyes as we held eye contact.

“I’m sorry… For burdenin’ you with all my shit problems” I said with a shaky voice.

“Oh, baby… You’re no burden and neither are your problems. I’m here to help you with all your problems the same way you are always there to help me with mine. Nobody’s perfect, but we can be better with the help of each other.”

After a long moment of comfortable silence, I start to feel sleepy in her embrace and murmur a small ‘Thank you’ and she kissed the top of my head again in return. She feels me getting sloppier in her arms and gently helps me to get in bed. She then goes to the other side of the bed and hugs me again, pulling me into her arms, burying her face in my hair and playing with the little ones at the nape of my neck and whispering how much she loved me.

Sometimes, just sometimes, I let myself believe in her and think that an animal like me actually deserves love.

Needless to say I slept like a rock for the rest of the night, finally, nightmare free.

Hope you liked it!

xoxo, kim ryoko

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

This fic contains non-consensual elements. Please do not read, if such content makes you uncomfortable.

AN: Thank you @nanamiscocksleeve for hosting this event. October or Kinktober is a month that I have always wanted to write for but end up not doing so for lack of time and motivation. But this event made me want to push myself. I'm late but I'm here. Thank you for waiting. (Contd. below)

Tw: non con, dark content

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Growing up near the ocean meant you were always aware of just how powerful and dark it was. 

The strong arms pulled you to the depths, far below the surface of the water. You cursed yourself. Why had you been so arrogant? You knew the ocean was not an entity to be toyed with. You could feel the oxygen slowly leaving your lungs as your captor swam further and further away from the silver-topped waves.

You regretted everything: wearing this frilly new bikini despite it barely covering your voluptuous curves. Wading out with your friends under the moonlight. Drifting too far before realising you weren't close to them anymore and they would never hear your cries for help. 

In the darkness of the night, you were unable to see anything around you but the hand that wrapped itself around your ankle pulling you deep. You were a good swimmer, but this was…

Your lungs started to burn, still the grip on you never loosened. Instead, you felt sharp claws dig into the flesh of your arm. You let out a cry of pain, muffled by the weight of the water, and immediately a pair of cold lips closed over yours, exhaling into you.  An acrid salty flavour filled your mouth, and you tried to push your attacker away, but they were far stronger than you, the shackle on your arm tightening further…

You heard your heartbeat pumping in your ears, louder and louder, lungs struggling to hold on. The world around you dissolved into ink. You wanted to hit out, scream, but instead you felt yourself getting weaker and weaker. Your assaulter felt it too, slackening their grip. It didn't matter why you were the one taken or what would happen next. You weren't ready for death. The darkness closed in on you, and then there was nothing…

*****

When you woke, you were still surrounded by water in all directions, but the lack of light didn’t bother you as much as before. Even through the ultramarine gloom, you could recognise the vague shapes of coral and—

A soft swish of water moving attracted your attention. You whipped your head around and inhaled sharply—you could breathe? How? The water in your lungs should’ve killed you by now.

Still adjusting to the changes in your body, you watched as a strange figure approached you. This must have been the one who took you away from the surface—only, they weren't quite human. 

Legend spoke of the existence of creatures of the deep: not quite man, not quite fish, but something else entirely. Merpeople…a merman.  These were, of course, brushed off as old wives’ tales that did not hold any weight. But swimming before your eyes was the very legend himself.

His long dark hair flowed with the gentle current as he hovered in front of you. A wicked smile was plastered on his face, sharp white teeth gleaming contrastingly. Your breath hitched and you lowered your gaze— as though some force beyond your control was pushing you down.

The merman was adorned in strings of pearls and other precious stones but wore little else. A long sapphire tail swished below your feet, swooping under you and pulling you closer to him. Extending a scaled webbed hand, he caressed your cheek, sharp claws instead of nails trailing down your jaw like a warning. Glinting gold threads ran down his finned back and travelled down to the end of his tail.

Good. A rumbling voice in your head jolted you out of your stupor. I feared you would sleep through this. 

Writhing in the merman’s grasp, you desperately tried to find the source of this strange voice, but there was no other living being in sight. The finger trailing down the side of your face dipped to your collarbone and slid down to the swell of your breasts. You shivered at the touch—in fear or in anticipation?

The hand squeezed your breast, making you jump, and the creature hissed in response: I can smell your fear and you smell divine… 

 He pulled at the strings holding your bikini top together, and it fell away with no effort, your nipples hardening from the chill and the merman’s touch; instinctively, you moved to cover your breasts with your hands and pushed the merman away. 

 In the dark water, the flimsy top floated away, settling on to a rock below. You remembered your friends calling the swimsuit sexy in the shop and insisted on you buying it because what man could resist?

Turns out it was not just human men… 

 SLAP! 

Your cheek stung, the webbed hand held up threateningly:

Behave, human.  

You cowered and cupped your cheek — hot to the touch despite the cold ocean water — trapped in the grip of this merman’s tail. Another set of fingers touched you now, hands running up and down your body, exploring every inch of skin, each fold, given its due diligence. You suppressed the urge to cover up, your smarting cheek the only reminder needed to stop yourself. 

The smile on your abductor's face widened, rows of sharp teeth glittering in a wicked mirth. He used his tail to push between your legs now, rubbing against your thighs. His scales grazed your skin, and for a moment, for one horrible, tempting moment, you wondered what they'd feel like against your core. 

As if he had heard your thoughts, the merman delicately pulled the strings tying the bottom half of your bikini. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched the orange strip of fabric fall to the ocean floor, joining the matching top nearby, but you were much more focused on how the merman’s hand had begun to drift between your thighs. 

Unfamiliar territory, but he knew where to touch, slipping his fingers between your folds. A swipe – then a taste, flicking his tongue in excitement. He threw his head back, relishing the flavour. 

Sweet. 

A muffled moan passed your lips. No, you wanted to say. Why? You wanted to cry out. It shouldn’t have felt so good.

There was a chuckle from the merman before he swam down, face right at your cunt, but this was more than you had bargained for. You immediately pulled your legs together and pushed away from him, kicking your feet to swim upwards. Whatever he wanted, he wouldn't get it so easily. 

You had to go up. Up would mean the surface. You would be free. Up would mean… 

The merman watched you swim  away slowly, following without a sound. You swam well, but he was faster. The swell of your ass and bouncing tits made his cock stir. What had once been driven by curiosity was now being driven by…hunger. 

Seeing his silhouette approach, you cried out, but there was nothing to be done. He extended an arm and wrapped it around your waist, pulling you to him. You struggled and pounded your fists against his firm chest, bubbles escaping your mouth where there should have been sound. Unfortunately for you, it only served to heighten his hunger.

The merman had never held a body like yours: soft, pudgy flesh that dipped into enticing contours, full rounded breasts that hung like the fruits of Eden. Arms thick and muscular, tanned by the warmth of the sun's rays. And petal-like lips that pulled into a frown of disapproval. 

 You continued to struggle, but his grip remained steady. Ignoring your wriggling protests, he flicked his tongue between your breasts, trailing it down your chest and soft tummy till he reached your crotch once again. 

Be good. 

You jolted as his tongue snaked out and rubbed against your clit. He wasn’t—he couldn’t—

Sweet…

Strong arms parted your legs this time, holding you in place by your ass. Trying to escape was futile – all you could do was whimper helplessly. The merman’s tongue lapped at your pussy— slow flicks that took their time to explore you fully. He knew what he was doing. His lips found your clit and closed over the small bud, softly sucking on it. You squeezed the merman’s head between your thighs as your head fell back, soundless moans escaping you and disappearing into the darkness above. You could feel nothing else in this damp, muffled existence. Only him. 

Filled with loathing and pleasure, you reached down, carding your fingers through his silky hair, pushing your hips into his face, further and further as he smiled against your skin, his hunger only growing with each lick and taste. You should have pushed away. You longed to do so still. And yet, you pushed into him more and more as his claws dug into your skin.

 Geto. The voice came once again creeping into your mind soft as a spiders web. Say my name. Say it.

“Geto!” You cried out, almost like a prayer. The name drifted upwards through the sea and towards the sky somewhere far above. Your orgasm drew closer, effectively pulled from your tightening core. The merman felt you squirm and kept going, unwavering: tongue almost flat against your pussy, licking thick stripes from the bottom to your clit. Two webbed fingers found their way to your opening, pushing into you roughly. The fingers curled inside as he sucked on your clit once more.

You squeezed your eyes shut. This was wrong. It was so wrong. But it felt so good. How? It didn’t make any sense! You’d never felt such ecstasy in your life, falling apart in the arms of this monster known only in legend, your legs spread wide as the creature made sure his teeth didn't pierce the soft flesh, pleasure heightening with each continued touch. 

Without warning, your climax hit you, wracking through your body and making you spasm and quiver in the merman’s hold. Hips bucking into his face, you rode out your desperate orgasm, feeling every touch Geto made with his tongue and fingers. The water rippled around you, scaring away a school of small fish. 

Geto swam up to your eye level once again, examining you carefully as you twitched and shuddered through your orgasm. He gently placed your arms around his neck, waiting for you to finish. 

Good? 

You nodded in response; it wasn't like you could hide your glazed-over eyes, still coming down from the involuntary high. It had been the merman who had drawn the arrow, and made sure of its well-aimed release, the same merman who now pulled you in for a searing kiss. 

His lips were icy-cold - a striking contrast against yours. Yet he kissed with a ferociousness that threatened to consume you whole. “Geto…” You moaned against his mouth, the vibrations of sound the only other sensation you could feel apart from his lips. He only responded with a hum: a rumbling melody that cut through the waters. His hips pushed up against you and you looked down. Through a small slit in his tail, his cock stood at attention. Unlike any human anatomy, it seemed the ocean had had its way here. In spite of yourself, you studied the appendage, observing it just long enough for Geto to notice. It was longer than any you had seen before, but not very thick. The tip was pointed and not round, but didn't seem like it'd be painful. It matched the colour of his scales,  gold threads running all the way around it like veins. 

A hand encircled your throat, drawing your gaze back to his face: a beautiful prince of the ocean draped in glittering jewels, silky black hair that the current played with, dark amethyst eyes that did not leave you even once. What was there to fear, to doubt? Any apprehensions you might have had drifted into the impenetrable waters, carried away by the waves. You laced your fingers behind his head, and he pressed against your body, scales rubbing against your skin. His cock-head prodded at your fat thighs and you spread your legs of your own accord this time, allowing it to slip in. The water helped, almost as though a living being itself, allowing him to pull you further onto his length. 

His lips met your throat now, gently pressing soft kisses against the thin skin. 

Warm…You are beautiful. And you are mine. 

You nodded. His. You would be his. There was no denying it. 

Geto’s cock now bottomed out in you. Still raw from your climax, your insides twitched at the sensation. It was so new. So different. It was as if someone else had taken over your body, making you react in ways that you’d never imagined. Who was this person inside you, moaning and pushing yourself closer to him? Who had you become?

His broad chest pressed against your breasts, and you moaned at the sensation of him grazing your nipples ever so slightly. Your fingers found the fin on the merman’s back and you ran the top down its arch, drawing out a hiss from his lips. He thrust up in response,  and you cried out at the sudden feeling of his cock hitting your cervix. He grinned at you again with those rows of shark-like teeth – threatening despite his smile. His arms around your waist, he manoeuvred your body according to his will, slamming you onto his cock repeatedly, each thrust sending you further and further into blissful stupor. Your head dropped into the crook of his neck, hair tangling with his. But he did not stop, thrusting faster and harder. He could feel the jiggle of your body against his, and it drove him insane with need. Fat flesh, full tits, thick ass — you had been the perfect choice. Everything he could ever dream of. He never wanted to let you go. 

Geto chased his release, desperate to fill your cunt with his seed. The effect of the potion he had slipped into you earlier would wear off soon, and he had to get you back to the surface before it was too late. His thrusts grew sloppier, more erratic, as he continued pumping in you, fingers tangled in your hair as another hand held your waist. Your soft mewls and moans - which he could hear, even if you couldn’t - spurred him on further, and with a deep groan he spilled into you, pressing you as close to him as possible. He would not waste a single drop.

When he was finished, Geto pulled your head close to his, kissing you again. Good human. You did so well. 

You smiled at his praise. You did well for him, and it filled your heart with joy and relief. But a nagging feeling told you it wasn't right. You shouldn't have. You didn't belong here. 

Geto held your arm once again and swam, this time towards the surface. “Geto…?” You carefully called out, your body feeling heavier by the second. He hummed once again, but you couldn't think of something to say. 

The water rushed past the two of you as he swam faster with you in his arms, the current of the ocean almost passing through you. Your chest began to burn, and it was so much harder to breathe. Around you, the ocean darkened, the burning sensation spreading through your lungs. “No,” you gasped, but nothing came out. You grabbed onto the merman’s arm, desperate to tell him somehow, but he only swam faster. Whatever little you could see of him was blurry, the ocean calling you back down despite how close you were to the sky again. Your surroundings faded from sight and you kicked at the water in a futile attempt to reach air. The last thing you felt before blacking out was Geto pulling you into his embrace as he continued the climb to the surface.

******

You came to on a secluded patch of your hometown beach. The sun had just started to rise above the horizon, the sky turning lighter and lighter as you coughed up salt water onto the wet sand. It burned in your throat, and you had never been more thankful for the oxygen that filled your lungs now. You were wearing your bikini again, but you remembered it drifting away in the deep. Had it all been a dream? Had you just drowned under a wave and been regurgitated back by the sea? 

You sat up slowly, looking out at the grey morning waves. In the distance there was a flash of a brilliant blue. Your heart jumped in your chest, and you clutched at the pearls around your throat…pearls around your throat…

A reminder. A promise. A warning. 

MINE. 

AN: This fic would not have seen the light of day if it wasn't for @ominouslywritinginmyhead. Not only did she rewrite whole chunks of garbled prose, she also encouraged me gently to overcome my blocks and finally finish the bastard. Thank you for taking the time to look over it with such haste even giving up your Halloween party with Toji cosplayers to help my smutty literature. Thank you for your support and your love. I couldn't have done it without you Saber.

[mind-intheclouds342]

Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly

Previous - Part 13 - Next

"Swansea! Did you eat all the sweets?"

Swansea: "I don't know what you're talking about!"

He crossed his arms indignantly at your accusation, while you could see the chocolate stain on his mouth. 

Anya: "It wasn't him... I was eating the sweets you brought..."

You turned to look at her and tilted your head. 

"...You have been... very good, Anya" 

Anya: "...Thank you, captain"

"Did you left any candy? Can you share a bit with us?"

Anya: "Oh- yes, I'm very sorry for hogging them all by myself- I just wanted to eat something sweet"

"Don't worry, I understand. Just don't steal them, okay? We're just about to go home, we need to hold on a bit longer, then we'll eat whatever we want." 

Daisuke: "When we return! We'll stay in touch, right?? I don't want us to drift apart! Swansea, I want to meet your children and your wife! Oh, and I want to try the captain's food! The captain talked a lot about how much he misses her food!"

All the enthusiasm the boy had, you set aside while you slowly walked towards Anya and carefully took her hands. 

"You wear looser clothes."

Anya: "Yes..."

"...You know we have to wait three months... And three more to return?"

Anya: "I know..."

"...If that's what you wanted... I'm going to help you."

Both men were attentive to the conversation the two were having, approaching curiously. 

Swansea: "What is that whispering you two are doing?"

Instead of telling her, you looked Anya straight in the eyes, hoping she would confirm it herself. 

Anya: "I... didn't took the pills to end my pregnancy..."

Daisuke: "What??? Why???"

"That doesn't matter. It's the decision she has made and we are going to support her, we won't leave her behind."

You interrupted him and looked at the ceiling for a moment. 

"Should be born when we are already in the rescue or before it... But I didn't say anything about a pregnant crew member..."

Anya: "We can induce it, I'll be on time before they arrive anyway."

"You know the risks of that, and we don't have the equipment prepared for something like this."

Anya: "I trust you"

"Ah... You want to gave me a heart attack, don't you?" You sighed, resting your forehead on his shoulder. 

Anya: "Please no" she responded with a chuckle. 

Daisuke: "So, we're going to have a new member in the crew! Shall we give it a name?"

Swansea was about to hit Daisuke on the head to make him shut up, but Anya responded calmly. 

Anya: "I think the best thing will be not to give it a name. I plan to hand it over for adoption when we reach Earth again." 

The boy slowly raised his hand, as if asking for permission to speak. 

Daisuke: "Can I at least give it the nickname Polly? I don't wanna call it thing"

Anya: "You can call it however you want."

"Seriously? Polly? Like the mascot of Pony Express?"

You looked up just to judge him for his comment. 

Daisuke: "Of course! First baby born in space! On the Tulpar of Pony Express! Nicknamed the great pet that everyone knows!" 

"Swansea"

Swansea: "With pleasure"

Upon saying that, the man smack the back of the head of Daisuke. 

"Well, how about you take me to where you hid the candy?"

You patted the woman's shoulders, and she nodded to guide you to her room and show you where she kept them. 

Anya: "Seriously, aren't you going to ask me why I decided this?"

"My curiosity is killing me. But it was your decision, and I will respect it."

You got scared when you felt her arms around you, holding you tightly from behind. 

Anya: "...I was afraid of the pain, of infertility, and that in the future, when I want to have a family... I couldn't, and I must remember why... remember what he did to me... and the pain I felt..."

"...You are very strong... Much more than I was"

Anya: "Don't you think that... I'm a coward?"

"Not at all, I understand your reasons. And I'm glad this is going to bring you peace."

When she slowly let go of you, you turned to look at her and smile. 

"But before you even think about starting a family, I want to see you with your doctorate degree! Understood??"

You shook her several times, making her laugh.

Anya: "Do you think I can?"

"Of course! The ninth time's the charm."

You winked at her, making her laugh, and she hugged you, hiding her face in your neck, smiling sincerely. 

Anya: "I'm glad you're with us... Without you, I don't know what would become of all of us..."

"You're welcome... You are my crew... You are my responsibility."

You indicated by returning the hug.

[moonlightspencie]

Wrong Time

Description: Dean doesn’t know how to act right. Sam doesn’t get the animosity. Reader is just trying to live life. Otherwise known as Mutual Pining: the Fanfic.

Pairing: jealous!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader, platonic!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: jealous dean :), minor angst, spells and other supernatural things, plenty of fluff

Word Count: 6.6k

A/N: originally posted on tumblr like 3 years ago (rip in peace to the like 3k notes it had). then posted to ao3. now it’s back on tumblr.

I walked into the bunker after Sam and Dean, throwing my bag down as soon as my feet hit the floor. I shuffled into the library, noticing Castiel at a table on a laptop.

“How was the hunt?” He looked up at me.

“It was crap,” Dean answered gruffly. I took a chance look at him, and he shot me a glare that could kill. “I’m taking a shower.”

Sam watched his brother stalk past. “I— it was… Fine. I mean, something almost went wrong, but we all ended up okay.”

Cas nodded slowly. Then he noticed my expression. “Are you okay, (Y/N)? You look unwell.”

“It was my fault.”

“(Y/N)—” Sam started.

“No, Sam, I mean— I was stupid. I almost got myself killed. I would have been if Dean didn’t find me first.”

“Still wasn’t your fault, we all make mistakes.”

“What do you mean you almost got killed?” Cas interjected.

I huffed a sigh, sitting next to him. Sam took a seat across from me.

“Well, we walked into the vamp nest, and started going to town. It seemed like it’d be pretty easy to take care of, but then I heard a boy crying. I went to go look for him, and— and I saw him. He was in another room, probably about 15, 16 years old. I didn’t think anything of it and went to go help him, but he… I was wrong. He was turned, just trying to get his prey to come to him, apparently.”

Cas furrowed his brow. “What happened? Are you alright?”

I absentmindedly scratched at the table.

“I am now, I guess. I set down my machete like a fricken idiot, letting my guard down, and he jumped me. I tried grabbing it to fight him off, but he kicked it out of my grip. I thought it was the end of the line until Dean came barging in and got him off me. I was so stupid, he’s pissed.”

Sam reached across, brushing his thumb over the knuckles of my now-closed fist. “Hey, don’t worry about it. We got out okay. It was just a mistake.”

“And Dean—,” Cas began, “He is… It will be alright.”

He gave a kind smile as he said this. I tried one back at him before standing up and giving a quick goodnight. As I walked to my room, I hovered by Dean’s door before thinking better of it. I hated when he was angry with me, but figured I better not upset him more by barging in on his alone time. I hated when any of the boys acted coldly towards me, but Dean’s always cut the deepest for some reason. I wouldn’t let myself think on why that is for more than a few seconds, though. I walked to my room, changing into an oversized t-shirt and flopping onto my bed, essentially passing out.

I woke up in a cold sweat, tears wetting my face. I sat straight up, trying to catch my breath. My fingers gripped the sheets as I tried to keep my cool, but to no avail. I got out of bed, walking out of my room, and heading a few doors down. I knocked quietly before entering.

“Hello?” I spoke, voice wavering. I walked towards the sleeping figure, gently nudging his shoulder. “Sam?”

He rolled over, slowly opening his eyes. “(Y/N)? What’s going on?”

I wrung my hands.

“I— I had a nightmare. I can’t be alone right now,” I said, trying to hold back tears.

“Oh. Oh, okay, yeah, come here,” He replied, sitting up and scooting over. I sat next to him, pulling the covers over my legs as he threw an arm around me. “You alright?”

“I don’t know.” I leaned into him. “It was about the hunt. Except, it wasn’t me. I mean, I still went and found the boy, but, um, when Dean came in this time he— the kid knew somehow, and attacked. I tried helping, but I couldn’t move, and then… Then they, they got him. And it was my fault. He died.”

I noticed a few tears had escaped my eyes, and I rubbed at them quickly.

Sam hugged me into his side. “I’m sorry. That’s really tough.”

I nodded.

He continued, “But, you know, it was just a dream. We all got out, we’re all okay.”

“I know, but what if we didn’t? It would’ve been on me, it would be my fault.”

“There is always a “what if” when we do the things we do, and focusing on that is only going to cause you pain. Don’t do that to yourself,” Sam sighed, laying down and taking me with him. “Dean just needs to let this go, don’t let his attitude make you feel stupid.”

I nodded again. “Thanks, Sammy.”

“Anytime, kiddo. Now, let’s go to sleep. C’mere.”

He pulled me into his chest, letting the hand that wasn’t around my shoulder rest near my rib cage. I closed my eyes, and the next thing I knew I was waking to Sam’s snoring in my ear. We’d separated during the night, but my head was still against his arm, our legs still caught up together. This put me in a predicament as I tried to move away from him without waking him. I somehow managed to wiggle out of bed, and land on my feet; thankfully Sam was a surprisingly deep sleeper. I tiptoed to the door, slowly and carefully opening it and backing out. I shut it as quietly as I could, and turned around to see Dean walking towards me, looking down at his phone, only a few feet off.

“Morning,” I greeted him.

His steps faltered slightly as he looked up. “Morning.”

His expression changed from tiredness to confusion in an instant. He furrowed his brow, looking at me, then to the door I had just stepped out from.

“I’m making pancakes. If you want some, they’ll be ready in twenty.”

I smiled, nodding a thank you before he squeezed past me towards the kitchen.

‘He’s not mad at me!’ I thought to myself.

I went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower. I wrapped a towel around myself, and headed towards my room to get dressed. We had a day in, so I decided on a fresh pair of pajama shorts and another t-shirt. The smell of pancakes drifted through the bunker, and as soon as I stepped out of my door that smell carried me all the way to the kitchen. I stopped in the entrance, watching Dean for a moment. He stood at the stovetop, watching and flipping the pancakes as necessary. I watched the way his arms and shoulders moved until his simple gray tee, and how delicately his hands held the spatula. Then he turned and noticed me.

“Hey,” he said, taking the plate-full to the counter.

He was getting a little scruffy, having not yet shaved since a couple mornings ago. He looked tired, but peaceful. He looked handsome. I chewed my bottom lip, finally stepping into the small room.

“Hey. That smells amazing.”

I walked near him as he grabbed two plates, throwing a few pancakes on each. He handed me one, and we both went to work preparing them with with butter and syrup. I was about to take mine to the table, when his hand shot in front of mine.

“I’ll take these if you want to grab the coffee pot.”

He looked down at me, the sides of his lips just barely tilting up into a smile, and I felt a familiar flutter in my heart.

“Yeah, of course,” I said, then turned quickly to grab the coffee and two mugs, trying to push down that feeling as far as it could go.

I shuffled closer to him as he sat at one side of the table. I placed the mugs in front of the plates, filling each of them and setting the pot at the end of the table. I sat across from Dean, digging in immediately.

“Okay, wow.” I shoved another forkful in my mouth. “These… These are genuinely amazing. You shook cook more often.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I got a few tricks up my sleeve. What about you, though? Anytime you bake anything I lose my mind.”

“Guess I just have that effect on people,” I shrugged laughing.

“Yeah, you’re not kidding.” He smirked and glanced up, locking eyes with me for a moment that felt like forever. I looked away first.

“Um— about… About yesterday, Dean, I—”

He cut me off, throwing a hand up. “Just— Let’s just drop it. Okay?”

I nodded, looking down. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

He took in a deep breath before things went silent for a while. We both were nearly finished when Sam came in the room, as much a morning person as ever.

“Morning, guys!” He smiled.

I couldn’t help but let out half a laugh at his cheerfulness. “You are way too excited in the mornings.”

He smiled my way.

Dean got up abruptly. “I’m gonna go work on Baby.”

As soon as he was out of the room, Sam raised an eyebrow at me. “He always goes out there when he’s upset. Did something happen? You two looked fine when I came in.”

I shook my head. “I tried talking to him about yesterday. Guess that was a mistake.”

Sam’s lips tightened. “Yikes, I’m sorry.”

I shrugged. “It’s fine. At least he let me eat his pancakes.” I smiled.

Sam laughed, “Yeah, guess that’s a start.”

We went about our day as usual; Sam worked out and looked up cases, Cas helped with case searches, Dean spent most of his day in the garage, and I decided on a movie marathon. Before long, it was later than I realized and I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

Sam poked his head around the door. “What’s up? You’ve been in your room all day.”

“Oh, no worries. Just a movie marathon. Harry Potter, wanna join?”

He shrugged. “Sure.”

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and fell belly-down on the bed next to me. We watched about half of the 6th movie before we stopped watching altogether. We talked and laughed all night long until we were passed out together. This time, I woke up again to Sam’s gentle snoring, but we were much closer. His right arm was once again under my head, but his left was wrapped tightly around me, and his chest pressed into my back. Admittedly, it was a bit strange, but on a cold morning, not unwelcome. I gently rubbed his forearm, trying to wake him.

“Sammy, get up. You’re trapping me here, pal.”

He groaned sleepily, hugging me just a little tighter before he opened his eyes and realized what he was doing. “Oh crap, I’m sorry.”

I laughed, “Dont worry about it. You were keeping me warm.”

He hummed, “Well in that case, you wanna go back to sleep for a little bit?”

“Fine. Five more minutes and then we get up.”

I giggled as he pulled me back in, nearly squeezing the life out of me for a moment.

“You know, as weird as this is, it feels nice to have a cuddle-buddy,” Sam breathed out.

“Hey, at least it’s nothing too scandalous,” I chuckled, eyes closed.

Then I heard a knock at the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me,” Castiel’s voice rang through the closed door.

“What do ya need?” I answered back. Then I heard the door open, and looked up.

He started stepping in, but stopped dead in his tracks. “I, uh— Oh. Pardon me, I seem to be interrupting.”

“Cas—” I tried getting his attention but he’d already showed himself out the door. “Crap.”

Sam chuckled, I felt it in his chest. “That’s gonna be a fun one to explain.”

I sighed. “Hopefully he doesn’t go running his mouth so it’s an easy one to explain.”

I laid with him for a few minutes longer before my bladder called for release. “Sam, we gotta get up, man. I gotta pee.”

He groaned. “I don’t want to.”

“Whoa, what happened to happy-go-lucky, I-love-being-up-in-the-mornings Sam?” I half laughed.

“He’s tired,” he grunted out, rolling over.

I flipped to my back as he stole his arm from beneath my head, and sat up. I looked over to see him struggling to get up himself, but my urgency for the bathroom left no time for me to help him up. I bolted out the door to the bathroom and relieved myself, thinking of how to explain to Cas that what he saw was not at all what he thought it was. I ended up back in my room, finding Sam staring into space still sitting on the edge of my bed.

“You alright, Sammy?” I suppressed a smile.

His head shot up. “Oh, yeah. Sorry, I was zoning out.”

I nodded, throwing a thumb over my shoulder. “You wanna go grab breakfast?”

“That sounds great.”

We left the room together, chatting on our way to the kitchen. Then, I nearly lost balance running into Cas.

“Oh, hey! We wanted to talk to you,” Sam said, tapping Cas’s arm with the back of his hand

He put his hands up, defensively. “No worries. I understand.”

I dragged my hand on the side of my face. “No, but you don’t. I know you caught us looking a little precarious, but trust me, we just fell asleep together. We were watching Harry Potter and passed out.”

His eyes widened. “Oh, okay. I was sure you two were sleeping together.”

I laughed, “Yeah, no. Not by a long shot, man.”

“Alright, well that definitely clears things up for me. I will see you later.”

“Seeya, don’t get into any trouble.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about me,” he smiled, walking past.

Sam and I entered the kitchen soon after, finding Dean alone with a cup of coffee and a computer.

“Morning, sunshine.” Sam joked.

I walked over to him, leaning an arm on the table next to him, peering at the screen. “Found a case?”

He nodded silently, not looking up.

“Well?” Sam pressed, peeling a banana. “Care to enlighten us?”

Deans jaw ticked for a moment before he spoke gruffly, “Looks like a ghost. Strange, but similar, deaths happening at an old motel. So far three of ‘em.”

I took the seat next to him. “Where at?”

He pointed at the screen. “Plainfield, Wisconsin.”

I perked up, grabbing his arm for a moment. “Hey, that’s where Ed Gein committed all his murders!”

“Dude, yeah!” Sam joined in. “That guy was messed up.”

Dean huffed. “Well aren’t you two just perfect for each other. Be ready in half an hour.”

He got up, slamming the laptop shut and stalking out of the room.

I looked to Sam, confused. “What the hell is his problem?”

He shook his head, “No clue.”

I shook my head, slightly irritated. “Guess we gotta go get ready now.”

I walked out of the kitchen, going in the direction of my room. I stepped inside, pulling a duffel bad from my closet and throwing in at least enough clothes for a week, not knowing how long we’d be gone. After I was packed, I decided on a quick shower. I put my hair up into a topknot so I wouldn’t have to wash and dry it, and took the fastest shower I could. I finished getting ready a few minutes early, and grabbed all my things. I was going to throw it all in the car and wait for the boys, until my irritation got the best of me. I walked to Dean’s room, knocking on the door.

He answered harshly, “What.”

“It’s me, can I come in.”

“I guess.”

I flung the door open to find Dean standing there in the midst of getting dresssed. He was at his closet, so far only having his jeans and a tight-fit tee on, and I would be lying if I didn’t say that I couldn’t catch my breath for a moment. How in the world could he look so good rocking the simplest of things?

He pulled a flannel of a hanger, the deep red one that I liked. “What do you need?”

“I want to know what’s wrong.”

He turned to face me, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “Nothing. Is that all?”

I crossed my arms. “You may do a lot of lying for the job, but you’re kind of the worst at it sometimes.”

He shot me a glance, unenthused. “Nothing is wrong. Let’s move on. We got stuff to do.”

“Dean.”

“(Y/N),” he shot back, staring for a second before going about his business.

I clenched my jaw. “I’m gonna find out sooner or later.”

He huffed out, almost a laugh, as he threw things into his bag. “Yeah. Sure.”

I turned on my heel, leaving the room, everything in me fighting against my urge to slam the door behind me. He really knew how to push my buttons, more than anyone else sometimes. The boys were finally ready and came out into the garage where I was waiting. I pushed myself off the side of the impala, getting in the car. Dean flew out of the garage, heading straight for the highway. Most of the car ride was silent, only the faint sounds of Dean’s music over the speakers. Then he had to open his mouth.

“So, you two are sleeping together now, huh?”

I almost choked, head whipping to the side to look at Sam. He did the same, glancing at me, confusion set in his face.

“What? Dean, no, why—”

“You two seemed to be getting pretty cozy the past couple nights,” he answered back, staring straight at the road.

I scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“I saw you coming out of his room yesterday morning, (Y/N), don’t act dumb. And Cas told me he walked in on you all over each other this morning.”

“That was not what was happening. We saw him this morning and explained it all. We just fell asleep watching a movie together.”

“And the night before?”

Sam spoke up, “(Y/N) had a nightmare, Dean. She couldn’t be alone.”

“What, so you slept together?” His hands held tightly to the steering wheel.

“Yes, and that’s all we did. Sleep. Nothing more, we don’t feel like that about each other.”

He bitterly laughed. “Doesn’t seem like it.”

“Dean, seriously.”

“Fine. We’ll drop it.”

I huffed out a breath. “Thank you.”

The rest of the ride was quiet. We only made one or two stops for gas and bathroom breaks. It took us about 10 hours before we arrived in Plainfield and searched for a place to stay the night. We finally found a little motel just outside of town, and booked a room. Luckily, a pull-out couch was included so I wouldn’t have to give Dean more ideas about Sam and I, and I wouldn’t have to spend the night beside someone who was pissed at me for no reason. I walked in the room to find it perfectly adequate. and I threw my bag down on the floor, beginning to open up the pull-out.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked as he came inside. “I can take that, don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not making you take the couch, Sam.”

“It pulls out into a bed at least. And you aren’t making me if I’m offering. Now, move your crap.”

He nodded at my duffel.

I sighed as dramatically as I could, “Fine.”

“So dramatic.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, I gotta be sometimes. Thank you, though.”

I pulled my bag away, walking to the far bed as throwing it down. I began unzipping it when I heard the thud of Dean’s duffel hitting the second bed behind me. I turned.

“What are we doing first?”

He glanced up at me. “Thought we’d check out the murder scene early tomorrow.”

“Alright. All three of us need to get dressed up?”

“Whoever wants to go.” He shrugged.

“I think I’ll hang back and do some more research on the town and possible leads, if that’s okay with you guys,” Sam said, setting his laptop on the small table in the room.

“Okay,” Dean answered, pulling out his ‘FBI’ suit to hang.

We went to bed, all exhausted from the trip. I woke up at 7 the next morning to Dean’s alarm blaring. We all ate a quick breakfast before getting ready to leave. I grabbed my suit, heading to the bathroom to change, and kicking myself for not being the one to stay at the motel. I didn’t know how I’d handle being alone with Dean, especially when he was in a mood. I changed quickly, making sure I looked professional enough to fool whoever we’d have to get past. I stepped out to see that Dean had already left the room.

I looked to Sam who had already got his computer up and running. “Where’d he go?”

“Waiting by the car outside,” he said, not looking up.

“Thanks.”

I walked across the room, stepping outside. Dean stood leaning against ththe impala, his back to me as I made my way over.

He heard my footsteps and turned. “Took you long enough.”

I stopped for a moment. Wow, he looks amazing right now.

“Gonna get in?” He asked.

“Oh. Yeah.”

I shook my head, opening the passenger door and sliding inside. He started up the car, and took off out of the parking lot.

“So,” he started, “you’re not sleeping together?”

“Dean. Seriously?”

He shrugged. “Can’t blame me for thinking so, you two spend a lot of time together.”

I looked over at him. “Yeah, that’s kind of what friends do.”

“We don’t do that.” He shot me a quick glance, raising an eyebrow.

“Give me a time and place and we will, then.”

He tried to hide the smirk that appeared on his face. “Yeah, sure.”

“What? Don’t want rumors spreading about me and you?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t want those rumors.”

“Who said that?” I furrowed my brows, the corner of my mouth twitching upwards.

He smiled at me. Butterflies, again.

We drove a few more minutes into town before we reached our destination. I peered at the building through the windshield as we drove up. It was creepy. Caution tape everywhere, the old run-down motel, the cloudy skies; it looked straight out of a horror movie. Dean parked the car, and we got out, walking to the police officer that was waiting on his team inside. We flashed him our badges and he let us past.

“I’m surprised no murders happened here before this,” Dean said quietly, leaning in.

I laughed. “Yeah, not the nicest of places for sure.”

He hummed in agreement. “Let’s see if we got any Casper activity.”

He took out his EMF detector, walking around the room, being careful not to step in any of the dried blood. He took a lap; no readings.

“Huh. Nothing here.”

I glanced around. “What the hell would’ve done all of this though?”

“Dunno. Judging by how all of the blood left their bodies and ended up friggen everywhere else, I could’ve sworn it would be one of those suckers.”

I nodded. “Wanna try to hospital?”

He shrugged. “Sure.”

We spent the day gathering as many clues and evidence as we could, to no avail. By nightfall, we decided to call it a day and head back to our room. We got inside to find Sam taking a nap.

Dean whispered to me, “I’m gonna take a shower.”

I nodded. He went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I decided to get dressed in something more comfortable and landed on a pair of sweats and a plain t-shirt. Can’t get more laid back than that.

I sat on my bed for a moment before I heard Sam moving around. I looked his way as he opened his eyes.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” I said.

He smiled. “Hey. You guys find anything useful?”

“Figure it’s probably not a ghost. Other than that, nope.”

“Mm.” He sat up, stretching before he stood. He walked over to me, taking a seat by my side and swinging an arm over my shoulders. “I didn’t find anything either. Not even connections between the people who died.”

“So weird.”

He agreed, falling back on the bed and taking me down with him. “Yeah. I’m sure something will turn up, though. It has to.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“You wanna go out tonight?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m beat. I didn’t get my nap today.” I laughed.

He snorted, squeezing my shoulder. “You’re no fun.”

Then we heard the door open, Dean stepped out.

“What about you? You wanna go out tonight?” Sam asked him.

“I’m good,” he said without so much as a glance our way.

Sam sat up. “Man, both of you? Since when am I the one to go out alone?”

I chuckled, sitting up next to him. “Since now, apparently. Go, though! Have fun enough for all of us.” I nudged his shoulder.

He shrugged getting up to get ready. Then I heard the tv switch on, and looked over to Dean. There he sat, on his bed, flipping through channels.

“What are you gonna watch?” I asked.

He stared silently at the tv and shrugged. Here we go again.

I heaved out a heavy sigh, pulling out my phone to fiddle on. Sam came out of the bathroom with a new shirt on, and what smelled like a little bit of cologne. I looked up from my device as he pulled his shoes on.

“Who are you trying to impress, sir?”

He smirked. “We’ll have to find out. I’ll see you guys later.”

He left the room, leaving me and Dean to ourselves. I looked over at him again as he settled on an old comedy. He noticed.

“What?” He asked, eyes still unmoving from the movie.

“Your attitude is what.”

“I don’t have an attitude.”

I scoffed. “Oh, sure. We were fine working the case today, and now you’re acting like I stole all of your leftovers or something.”

He shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

“Funny how you keep saying that, and then end up in the same crappy mood again. Why won’t you just talk to me about it?”

“I can’t.” He grew impatient.

“Yes, you can.”

He sat up, finally looking at me. “No. I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because, I just can’t. It’s stupid, you wouldn’t understand it.”

He stared at me.

“Maybe I would if you’d just talk to me!” My voice raised slightly.

“Why do you even care?” His voice raised to match mine.

“Why do you think? I care about you, and I hate it when you’re mad at me.”

He closed his eyes. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Then what is the problem?” I leaned forward, searching his face for an answer.

He sighed, voice lowering. “Can we— maybe we can talk about it tomorrow. Just— not tonight, please.”

I shrunk back. “Fine. Promise me.”

He tilted his head with a blank stare.

“I’m serious, Dean. Promise me.”

He let out a heavy breath. “Okay. I promise. You’re a pain, you know that?”

I shrugged. “You’ll get over it.”

He stared for a moment, my heart fluttering until he looked away again. He laid down, turning off the tv. I laid back too, turning off the lights.

“Goodnight,” he said, turning over.

“Goodnight.”

I woke up to sunlight hitting my face through the window. I glanced towards the couch; no Sam. Then my eyes went to Dean. He was still sleeping. I watched him for a moment; he looked so at peace. The lines in his face were smoothed out, no worries were apparent on him. His eyelids began to move, but I couldn’t pull my gaze from his face. He looked handsome in the early morning hours, his eyelashes delicately fluttering until his eyes were opened. He noticed me and smiled.

“Way to be creepy, watching me sleep.”

His voice was deep and soft and full of sleep.

I smiled back, “You looked so peaceful, I couldn’t help it.”

“I bet you say that to all the guys.”

I laughed. “Nah, only the special ones.”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling. “I don’t want to beat up monsters today.”

“If we can’t find out what’s killing people, you might not have to.”

“That isn’t a good option either.”

“I know.” I yawned, stretching out. “Guess Sammy found a girl.”

Dean looked over his shoulder at the empty space. “Oh.”

“You still believe we’re together now?” I raised my eyebrows.

He looked back towards me. “I might, might, have been wrong there.”

“Told ya.”

He smirked, shaking his head. “We better get the day going.”

I agreed. We fully woke up and grabbed some breakfast from a cafe down the street. We went back to the motel to find Sam in the shower, and our day went on as normal from that point on, until we found the clues we needed to lead us to the killer.

“A witch? Oh, come on, I’m so sick of them,” I complained.

Sam shrugged. “Hey, we found hex bags in each of the rooms. Most likely the owner of the motel, or someone who works there.”

“Maybe a maid? It’s always the butler, so maybe it’s always the maid too,” Dean suggested with a sly smirk.

“That, as lame as it is, actually could be a really great place to start,” I responded. “Let’s pack up and find out who’s been cleaning the place up.”

We went and questioned the owner to find out which employees had been working when the murders took place, and landed on only one housekeeper: a man named Ken. We got his address and decided to do a little questioning. We arrived to his house, and Sam knocked loudly.

The door creaked open. “Hello?”

“Hello, we’re with the FBI, we have some questions to ask you,” Sam responded, flashing his badge.

The man behind the door, opened it a little wider. He grinned. “Yeah, I’m sure you are.”

He looked to me.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Dean stepped halfway in front of me before I could say anything. “You might want to watch yourself, you’re suspect for the murders that took place the night you were working at the motel.”

The man’s eyes widened. “Oh? Why don’t you come inside, then.”

He stepped just inside and he shut the door behind us.

“Anyways,” he began, “I’ve always wanted to meet the Winchester’s.”

Before we knew what was happening, our bodies flew up against the wall and landed on the ground harshly. We all attempted to scramble up, but as I attempted to stand, I felt a hand wrap around my neck. Ken pulled me backwards into him.

“Let her go,” Dean boomed.

Ken chuckled. “See, that’s where you’re making your mistake. Your little protective act only lets me know that your little girlfriend, here, is valuable to you. So, you might not like it if I just—”

He dropped me, and I felt my legs give out. It felt like all the air had been pulled from my lungs— No, it felt like I didn’t have lungs. I couldn’t breathe.

“You son of a—”

Thud!

Dean was slammed against the wall again. I watched from the ground where I lay as Sam attempted to go at him, but then it all went black.

I woke with a gasp, my body flying upwards in shock. I breathed heavily, finally catching my breath for the first time in what felt like eternity.

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down, you’re okay.”

I heard a voice, foggy. I turned my head quickly, finding Dean right next to me. Wait, no, he was holding me. We were someplace else, maybe in the house still? I heard distant voices. I felt tired.

“I… think I… need a nap,” I said, barely hearing myself speak.

“Whoa, no, no, don’t fall asleep, okay? Just— Here, just look at me. Look here, stay awake,” he spoke to me as I tried to listen.

My eyes still felt heavy.

“But— I’m tired. Just a… Just a nap.”

“No, (Y/N), don’t fall asleep yet, okay? We gotta make sure you’re alright.”

“What… Where are we?”

“In the house of a very bad witch.” I heard a woman’s voice. I looked up to see red hair. “I mean, come on now, I was able to fix you right up quite easily.”

“Yeah, thank you, by the way,” Sam said to Rowena, a tight smile accompanied his words. My vision began clearing.

“What are you doing here? What happened?” I cleared my throat, trying to sit up to find Dean’s chest hard against my back. I noticed his arms around me, too. I ran my fingers over one of his forearms, happy to be there. Then I realized there were two other staring at me, trying to communicate. I stopped and tried to listen.

“—and then, well, you’re lucky Sam had enough sense to call me when he realized what you’d be dealing with, otherwise, my dear, you’d be dead. Hmm.”

“Oh. How’d we get away, though?”

“It was really all me, of course.” She smiled, pleased with herself. “You’d have really been in trouble otherwise, too, with Dean letting his jealously get the best of him and punching someone in the face.”

“Yeah, well, the douche bag deserved it.” I felt him speak, the bass in his voice vibrating in his chest. “He was getting too handsy with her.”

“I would have gotten him away quicker if you hadn’t made him even more angry, Mr. Winchester,” Rowena sassed. “Anyways, I’ve got things to do more important than speaking with you two giants and the wee fuzzy-brained girl. Toodleloo.”

She picked up her dress and walked out of the house. I liked her.

“I like her,” I giggled.

I started feeling funny. Almost drunk, maybe more giddy.

“Can’t say I feel exactly the same,” Dean said.

“Regardless, she did save us there,” Sam responded.

I laughed, “Yeah, she’s fun.”

“I would’ve gotten him,” Dean continued his conversation with Sam.

“Dean, we all would’ve been in trouble if she wasn’t here. Even you’ve gotta admit to that.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He reached into his pocket for the keys, throwing them at Sam. “Here, go start the car.”

“Alright, hurry it up,” Sam said as he left.

I leaned my head up to look at Dean. “So, you were jealous, huh?”

“I am not. I just didn’t want his grimy hands on you, now come on, let’s get you back to the hotel.”

I felt movement as he began to move from behind me. I tried to stand up, but before I could, I felt his arms swing underneath me. He picked me up, and carried me out the door. I held onto his neck, enjoyed time in close proximity to him and wishing I could just tell him how I felt about him. If I could even figure it out for myself. He sat me in the backseat, helping me buckle in before we took off. Soon enough, we were back at the motel and Sam decided to go on a dinner-run. Dean and I entered the room alone, he helped me to walk until I could sit down.

“Here, just sit here,” he said, helping me to rest on the edge of his bed. He moved around me, squatting down between my legs and looking up at me. “Are you okay?”

I tilted my head, looking at him looking at me. “Yeah.”

He let out half a laugh. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

I shrugged, a contented smile on my face. “You’re cute.”

“(Y/N)—”

“I figured out why you’ve been so grumpy,” I cut him off, unable to stop from speaking.

He put his hands on the bed on either side of my legs. “Why’s that?”

“I think you didn’t like me and Sam.”

“I already told you I wasn’t mad at—”

“No, no, no. You didn’t like us together. You were being jealous. Like with the weird witch man. Rowena said so, and she’s smart.” I giggled.

He raised an eyebrow, gulping. “Uh, let me get you some water. Maybe that’ll help.”

“I’m right.”

“Now’s not the time to talk about this stuff, (Y/N), let’s just—”

“Uh uh. You said we’d talk about it today.”

“We can, later.”

He tried getting up, but I put my hands on his shoulders.

“But I like you, I wanna talk now.”

“This is just the spell wearing off, if you just—”

I sighed harshly. “No it’s not, stop it. I like you a lot. You’re so cute and you give me butterflies and make me nervous and make me smile a lot and all I can think about is you all the time.”

“(Y/N)…” he started, eyebrows knit together.

“I’m not saying it because of the spell, okay?” I started rambling. “I mean, I always feel that way, but I didn’t want to say anything. You know, I was kind of scared. Now, it kinda seems like maybe you feel the same way, and I just want to know, otherwise this is gonna be really awkward when I’m not feeling all weird and giddy and I jus—”

Before I knew what was happening I felt his lips on mine. I felt shocked. I took a moment to gather my wits, but I seemed to take a moment too long. He pulled away.

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t want to force that on you, I thought you wanted…” He trailed off, a hand going to rub at his face. I reached out, pulling it away from his face. He looked up at me, apprehensive.

“Trust me, I wanted it,” I confirmed before leaning back in as quickly as I could.

His hands moved up to settle at my waist as he smiled into the kiss. I held his jaw in my hands, pulling him in as closely as I could. I never wanted that kiss to end, but it had to soon, as we needed air. Our foreheads rested against each other.

“I have wanted to do that for so long,” I whispered.

He laughed. “I’m just happy to know that Sam wasn’t the one doing it. Because you were so right, I was definitely jealous.”

“Knew it.” I giggled.

He hummed, pulling away from me. We looked at one another for a minute, taking it all in. I let my hand reach back up to his face, my thumb brushing against his cheek, looking at all the freckles that dusted his face.

I sighed, happy. “You wanna go again?”

He chuckled, a smile on his face. “Oh, for sure.”

I slapped the bed next to me, and he scrambled up, facing me. His arms immediately snaked around my middle, pulling me in tight. I held on to his neck, gazing up at him.

“You good?” He asked, a smile stuck on his face.

“More than.” I nodded, grinning.

He pressed his lips to mine, wasting no time. We stayed like that for several minutes, enjoying our time together and hoping it would never end. Until the door swung open.

“Whoa, walked in at the wrong time,” Sam exclaimed, closing the door as quickly as he shut it.

Dean and I looked at each other. He shrugged, “Whoops.”

I laughed, and he pulled me back in.

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[rosemariiaa]

~It Was Always You~

part 1 part 2

pairing- Paige x Azzi

posting this while dying at work, (last part)

warning: angst, fluff (finally)

Enjoy!!!

The tension in the air between Paige and Azzi had become unbearable. The distance between them, once filled with vibrant connection and easy laughter, was now a void that seemed impossible to cross. But Paige knew she had to try. She couldn’t stand the thought of losing Azzi, not when she knew deep down that what they had was special—irreplaceable.

So, after practice, Paige made a decision. She hurried to the campus convenience store, picking up a pint of Azzi’s favorite ice cream,strawberry of course, and headed straight for Azzi’s dorm. Her heart pounded in her chest as she walked down the hallway, each step bringing her closer to a confrontation she had been avoiding for far too long.

Standing outside Azzi’s door, Paige took a deep breath, steadying herself before raising her hand to knock. When Azzi opened the door, her expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—maybe curiosity, maybe hope.

Paige held up the ice cream with a small, nervous smile. “Peace offering?”

Azzi’s lips twitched, just a hint of a smile breaking through the wall she’d built around herself. “Come in,” she said softly, stepping aside to let Paige enter.

The room was quiet, the air thick with unspoken words. Paige hesitated for a moment, then walked over to Azzi’s desk and placed the ice cream down, opening the lid and grabbing two spoons. She handed one to Azzi, who accepted it silently, her eyes never leaving Paige’s.

Paige took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she sat on the edge of the bed. Azzi joined her, the distance between them both agonizing and too close all at once. Paige knew she couldn’t let this moment slip away.

“I need to say something,” Paige began, her voice shaky but determined. She looked down at her hands, trying to gather the courage to face Azzi. “I know I messed up. I thought I was protecting myself, but all I did was hurt you—and me too. I was so afraid that I’d lose you to someone else, that I ended up pushing you away.”

Azzi remained silent, her eyes fixed on Paige, listening intently to every word. Paige could see the pain and confusion in Azzi’s gaze, and it broke her heart all over again.

“I’ve spent so many nights thinking about what I could’ve done differently,” Paige continued, her voice cracking. “But the truth is, I’m scared, Azzi. I’m scared of losing you because I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re not just anyone to me—you’re my person. The one who makes everything better just by being there. And I’ve been so stupid, letting my fears get in the way of that.”

Paige finally met Azzi’s eyes, tears welling up as she said the words she’d been holding back for so long. “I love you, Azzi. Like, really love you. Not just as a friend, not just as a teammate—I love you with everything I have. And I’m so sorry it took me this long to say it.”

The silence that followed felt like an eternity. Paige could feel her heart pounding in her chest, waiting for Azzi’s response, terrified of what it might be. But then, slowly, a soft smile spread across Azzi’s face.

“You have no idea how much I needed to hear that,” Azzi whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Paige, I’ve loved you for so long, and I thought… I thought I’d lost you. I didn’t know how to reach you anymore, and it was killing me.”

Paige’s breath hitched as she heard the words she had been longing for. Azzi placed a hand on Paige’s cheek, gently wiping away the tear that had escaped down her face.

“But you haven’t lost me,” Azzi continued, her eyes shining with a love that made Paige’s heart swell. “You never could. I’m yours, Paige—always have been, always will be.”

Paige couldn’t hold back any longer. She leaned in, capturing Azzi’s lips in a kiss that was filled with all the longing, all the passion, and all the love they had been holding back. The kiss was deep and real, the kind that seemed to erase all the pain of the past few weeks, leaving only the warmth of their connection.

As they pulled back, still holding each other close, a loud yelp echoed through the room. Paige and Azzi froze, turning their heads toward the door, which was now slightly ajar.

Then they heard it—KK’s unmistakable voice. “Nika, you stepped on my foot!”

Azzi’s eyes widened in realization just as Paige’s did. Their friends had been eavesdropping the entire time. Paige and Azzi exchanged a glance, a mix of shock and amusement, before Paige quickly got up and yanked the door open.

Standing in the hallway, looking like they’d just been caught in the act, were Nika, Aaliyah, KK, and Caroline. Nika had her foot half-raised, apparently guilty of the offense, while KK was glaring at her in mock irritation. The other two stood frozen, trying and failing to suppress their laughter.

“Oh my God,” Paige said, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh.

Azzi shook her head, crossing her arms but unable to keep the grin off her face. “Were you all just standing out here, listening to our conversation?”

Caroline shrugged, giving them an innocent smile. “We were just… making sure everything was okay.”

Paige and Azzi exchanged a look, and without a word, they both lunged forward, grabbing the nearest pair of shoes and hurling them at their friends. The girls yelped and scattered, dodging their throws as they took off down the hallway.

“Get back here!” Paige shouted, laughing as she chased after them, with Azzi right by her side.

The apartment was soon filled with the sounds of laughter, screams, and the thud of shoes hitting walls and floors. The tension of the past few weeks seemed to melt away in the chaos, replaced by the lightness of their playful banter.

Finally, exhausted and out of breath, they all collapsed on the couch, still giggling like little kids.

Next Morning…

Paige stirred, slowly waking to the comforting rhythm of Azzi’s breathing beside her. The events of the previous night came rushing back, filling her with a deep sense of contentment. She turned her head slightly to look at Azzi, who was still asleep, her face relaxed and peaceful in the soft light.

Paige smiled to herself, feeling a warmth spread through her chest as she admired the girl lying next to her. It was hard to believe that only a few days ago, she had been on the brink of losing this—losing them. But now, as she watched Azzi, Paige felt more certain than ever that she had made the right decision in opening up, in finally saying the words that had been locked away for so long.

Azzi shifted slightly, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked a few times, focusing on Paige, and a sleepy smile spread across her face. “Morning,” she murmured, her voice soft and warm.

“Morning,” Paige whispered back, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair away from Azzi’s face. “How’d you sleep?”

Azzi’s smile widened as she stretched lazily. “Better than I have in weeks.” She looked at Paige with a tenderness that made Paige’s heart flutter. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Paige leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Azzi’s lips, savoring the way Azzi responded instantly, as if they were picking up right where they had left off. When they pulled back, Paige rested her forehead against Azzi’s, their noses touching.

“I’m glad I’m here too,” Paige said softly. “I missed this—missed us.”

Azzi nodded, her eyes shining with the same emotion Paige felt. “Me too. But we’re okay now, right? We’ll be okay?”

Paige nodded, her heart swelling with love and certainty. “Yeah, we’ll be okay. We’re better than okay.”

They stayed like that for a few moments, simply enjoying the closeness they had regained. The weight that had been pressing down on them for so long had finally lifted, leaving behind only the warmth of their love and the promise of a fresh start.

Eventually, they got up, still wrapped in the comfortable silence that spoke volumes about their renewed connection. They moved around the room in sync, preparing for the day ahead, but there was no rush—no urgency to leave the peaceful bubble they had created.

After getting dressed, Paige and Azzi made their way to the kitchen, where they were greeted by the delicious smell of coffee brewing and the sight of their friends lounging around the table. Nika, Aaliyah, KK, and Caroline were already up, bickering and laughing as they sipped their morning coffee.

When Paige and Azzi entered the room, all conversation stopped, and their friends turned to look at them with knowing grins.

“Well, look who’s finally up,” KK teased, raising her mug in a mock toast. “Have a good night?”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the smile on her face. “Yes, we did. And no, we’re not going to give you all the details.”

Nika smirked, leaning back in her chair. “We don’t need the details—we heard enough last night to know you two are back on track.”

Paige blushed slightly, but she couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, okay, we get it. But seriously, thanks for being there for us, even if it meant eavesdropping on our conversation.”

Aaliyah chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. “Hey, what are friends for? We just wanted to make sure you two didn’t mess things up any more than you already had.”

Caroline smiled warmly at them, her eyes full of affection. “We’re just glad you two figured it out. You belong together, and we all knew it—now you just have to remember it.”

Paige and Azzi exchanged a look, their hands finding each other’s under the table. “We do,” Azzi said, her voice soft but full of conviction. “We won’t forget it again.”

[zanazirafanfic]

What Charles Would Do To Micah

I sent @noshirdalal the following question on Cameo: "Since Charles was denied the chance to flatten Micah's face in the Epilogue, I would love to see him roast the hell out of the rat. Be as mean as you would like. (All in good fun, Micah is my favorite villain and I love Peter too.) Happy holidays!"

This was his response (transcript below the video.) Y'ALL. I was not ready for how amazing this was. Rather than roast Micah, he opted to burn him to a crisp and scatter the ashes. Very cathartic. It is very, very lucky for Micah that Charles wasn't up there on the summit beside John, because neither Micah nor Dutch would've even been able to open their mouths before it was just over.

PERFECT. Poignant. Believable as hell. As much as Charles cautions John against seeking vengeance on Micah, I don't think he'd reserve any of that same caution for himself. I think, like Sadie and Arthur, he considers himself more ghost than man. In another universe (where John didn't have to make a decision that would lead the Pinkertons to kidnap his family in RDR1) I can definitely see Charles and/or Sadie striking out on their own to take down Micah. John had more to lose, and Charles wouldn't (and didn't) want him risking himself when Arthur's dying wish had been to keep John and his family safe.

Thank you as always, Noshir. Your takes on these questions always exceed anything I'd imagined!

Transcript:

Zana, hey. You always ask interesting questions. "Since Charles never got to beat the crap out of Micah in the Epilogue, how would he roast him?"

I'll always be honest with you guys, so I think, uh... I'll just be as honest as I can be. If at any point in the Epilogue Charles encountered Micah, there would be no roast. There'd be no jokes, there'd be no games. He killed my best friend, and broke apart the only family I've ever had. And maybe that would've happened with or without his push, but he was definitely a big part of it.

I would hunt him. If he tried to go to ground, I would give him no ground to go to. If you're a friend of Micah's and you come to his aid, you are a dead man. If you have family, then at some point you walk off into the woods and disappear and your family never sees you again. But if you're a snake like Micah, well then the... The local sawbones probably rates that they died of fright, or from asphyxiation from the rat feces shoved in their mouths.

It would become known that Micah is hexed, that anyone near him for any period of time comes to a horrible end. And I would keep this up for a long time, until he has absolutely no one. And I would slowly guide him away from civilization and into the wilds.

I would liberate his horse, and then from there on in, he would never get a peaceful night's rest. His fires would always go out in the middle of the night. His food would spoil. He'd hear people at the edge of the campfire but find no one. And I would keep that up until he really started to break.

And then, I'd make myself known, carrying nothing but my bow, arrows, and my hatchet, and we'd play a game of cat and mouse, until he expends all his ammo. And then I would close on him, subdue him, but try not to hurt him. And I would take an arrow and push it between his ribs, and puncture his lung. 

And then I would let him go. And I'd give him bullets. I want him to run, and gasp, and drown on dry land, like my friend. And then I'd watch him waste his rounds trying to keep the wolves away, and let them tear him to pieces. And I'd let him see me watch.

That's what I would do to Micah Bell.

[d8nielaa]

can i request a ponyboy imagine where reader is ace’s younger sister and they’re hiding their relationship from everyone, because everyone thinks they’re too young (both of them are sixteen, and they had been together since they were fourteen) but they eventually get caught making out in pony’s room and darrel and ace both start lecturing them in front of the gang just for pony and reader to start laughing and telling them how long they’ve been together. just really fluffy and sweet.

thank you 💜

Authors Note: yess anon ofc!! genuinely love brody’s ponyboy so much it’s insane 🧑‍🦲

“Bunny!?”

Ponyboy Curtis x fem!aces little sister reader

Reader referred to as “Bunny”

AU where Johnny and Dallas survived because I said so

From the start, I had always been called bunny. Ace called me that because I was sweet, and soft. I wasn’t all for violence and I rarely ever called myself a greaser, even though that’s what I am. And probably always be.

———————————————————————

We were at the Curtis house, Ace, Sodapop and Two-Bit engrossed in a debate over what we should do Friday night. Which gave me the perfect opportunity to sneak away. I quickly and quietly walked off, making my way through the familiar halls and into Ponyboy’s room. I opened the door, quickly entering and shutting it behind me.

Ponyboy looked up, that sweet smile on his face as a relieved sigh escaped his lips.

“Hey pony” I said, walking closer to him. He placed his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. I now stood in between his legs, his hands on my hips as I looked down at him.

“Hey bunny” He replied, his thumbs rubbing circles onto my hips, causing me to me to smile.

I’ve known Ponyboy since we were both 14, helping him process the events of everything that happened back in 1967. He was so sweet, and kind. I had always been known as Ace’s kid sister, but he made me feel like I was more than that. He made sure I knew I was my own person. And I loved him for that. We were 16 now, still young. Yet, we knew how the world could be.

The room was dimly lit as we found ourselves standing facing each other, our breaths quickening as our bodies moved closer together. My hands trembled slightly as I reached out to touch him, my fingertips lightly tracing the contours of his face. His eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of desire and tenderness in his gaze.

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly. Our lips met in a soft, tentative kiss that soon turned passionate, our mouths exploring each other's with growing urgency.

It was like that for what seemed like forever, silence and peace between the both of us. His lips detached from mine, and I thought he was gonna take a second to breathe, but he didn’t. Instead, he began to kiss my jaw, then slowly trailed down to my neck.

I squirmed slighty, causing him to let out a little chuckle. He trailed back up to my lips, locking me in for another passionate kiss.

Our relationship began a while after the events in 1967. We slowly started to hang out more, and we got to know each other really well. So well, we developed feelings for each other. I didn’t tell Ace, because I didn’t want her to freak out. And Ponyboy didn’t tell Sodapop or Darry because he didn’t want to get in trouble. We soon found out, and we started dating.

We didn’t tell anyone because we were scared of getting in trouble, and the thought of not being able to see Ponyboy anymore killed me. So, we kept it a secret. We snuck off whenever we wanted to, hung out together at school, hung out at his house and at mine. It was perfect, he was perfect. But I was always paranoid that we were gonna get caught.

Also because they thought we were to young and still growing, to know what we wanted. But that’s not true, and me and Pony knew exactly what we wanted. Which was each other.

The kiss continued on, his hands on my hips, pulling me to sit on his lap. My fingers gently laced themselves through his hair, tugging him closer. Unfortunately, time wasn’t on our side because dinner was ready.

The door busted open, Darrel walking in while saying something about dinner.

“Hey pony, dinners read- Oh excuse me?!”

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Now me and Ponyboy were in the living room, sat on the floor, looking down in shame as Darrel and Ace began to lecture us.

“What the hell were you two thinking?! Sneaking off like that-closing the door!” Darrel said, absolutely fuming which scared me. Ponyboy saw this, and gently grabbed my hand, lacing his finger with mine while squeezing my hand in comfort.

“You ought to be pregnant by now bunny!” Ace said, looking down at me with certain look in her eyes. Sodapop came up from behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and rubbing the tension away. I was grateful that Sodapop was here, he could get anyone to calm down.

What didn’t help, was that Two-Bit, Johnny, Steve and Dallas were there. And they all had the biggest grins on their faces.

“You both are two young to be doin’ this kind of stuff, you don’t know what you want-“

I couldn’t help it-the whole situation was starting to make me giggle. I burst out laughing, doubling over to hide my face as Ponyboy also began to laugh. He squeezed my hand, looking at me as he laughed.

For a moment, Ace and Darrel looked like they were still angry, but when we started laughing, the tension seemed to melt away and their faces softened as the rest of the gang also began to laugh.

We laughed for a few more minutes, before Ponyboy spoke out.

“We’ve been dating for two years now”

“…two years?!”

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Authors Note: hey guys im back!! Sorry I haven’t been uploading, hoco week is absolutely draining and just exhausting. I’ll be writing another fic so stay tuned for that!

Kisses 😚

[yuesya]

Because i like to make myself and others suffer, what would yuzuki’s (heian or otherwise) reaction to be to shiki busting down the door, an inch from death after a throwdown with sukuna, killing his illness and then peacing out of life?

(I am in a very specific mood rn)

"-wait! Need to... bleeding..."

"Please... listen... going? No, you-"

"... Shiki-sama... Shiki-sama! What are you-"

...

Yuzuki wakes up.

The latticed frame of the ceiling is a familiar sight, as is the scent of bitter herbs permeating the room. Bitter herbs, mixed with the distinct tang of blood. Yuzuki is used to it. He's used to all of this.

What he's not used to, however, is the lack of pain in his chest. Yuzuki breathes in, and is surprised when it doesn't feel like there are a thousand needles stabbing into him, perforating his lungs and shredding his throat. He breathes, in and out, and it's easy.

His limbs feel light, and the ever-present headache perpetually pounding away at his skull is... gone. Gone, entirely.

"Yuzuki."

He looks up at the call of his name, and feels cold horror grip his heart.

"My lady!"

Long white hair, dirtied with blood and god-knows what else. There are gaping slashes where his lady-wife's body hangs open, revealing flesh and sinew to the air. Yuzuki can only look on with wide eyes as the injured woman lifts the knife in her hands -as if she is about to swing down and cut into him, and Yuzuki would gladly let her if that was what she desired- and throws it aside with a loud clatter.

Then, she leans forward and rests her head on his lap, directly atop his blankets.

"Please rise, my lady," Yuzuki doesn't know where to put his hands. There's so much blood everywhere, and if she's unable to heal herself, then-! "You need to be treated for these injuries! Allow me to call the clan's healers, my lady-"

"Shiki."

Yuzuki startles at the nonsensical interruption, "What?"

"Shiki," his lady-wife repeats, rolling over to peer up at him through long, lidded lashes. Even despite the blood and severity of her injuries, Yuzuki feels his heart skip a beat. "It's 'Shiki.' You never call me that, even though I told you to so many times before."

"It wouldn't be appropriate." Yuzuki was just a sickly, lowly member of the Gojo Clan. Gojo Shiki-sama, on the other hand, was the clan's pride and joy. He was unworthy of her attentions, unworthy of her regard, and unworthy of-

"You always divert things, too. Always so concerned about how others see us," the young woman in his lap sighs. "Why do they matter? Don't you love me?"

"... I do." How could he possibly not?

"Then say it to me," she commands. "Say it. 'Shiki, you're beautiful.' 'Shiki, I want to kiss you.' 'Shiki, you're my one and only.'

... 'Shiki, I love you.'"

Yuzuki feels his lips curving into a helpless smile, "How demanding, my lady."

Her eyes droop, and slowly flutter to a close.

"You're so cruel, Yuzuki," she whispers.

...

(Yuzuki does not realize it, at the time. That Shiki's eyes would close, and never open again. That she'd expended the last of her energy in somehow healing him in her last moments, instead of caring for herself. After doing battle with the King of Curses, she'd died in his arms and he... he...

...

... when a sorcerer with a line of stitches sewn across his forehead approaches him, speaking of reincarnation, Yuzuki knows that the sorcerer has his own agenda. He knows that this sorcerer had been involved with Ryomen Sukuna, knows that he'd been responsible for numerous atrocities and tragedies...

But even so, Yuzuki does not have the strength to refuse him.)

[lacedinweb22]

watching her sleep ❦︎ Vampire Next Door ♱✮♱ Miguel O'Hara x reader prev part Miguel's pov

She shows up at my door accusing me of having been drunk, of stumbling into her apartment with bloody hands. She heard the screams. I keep my wounds hidden, forearms crossed over each other. 

I comb through my memory, trying to think of how it might have looked.

After I dropped off anomaly #1 at headquarters, and after my little talk with Jess, I lingered on top of the apartment building with the annoyingly heightened urge to protect the people who live here. No big deal.

There was a fight in the alley below and I told myself I wouldn’t interfere unless necessary. I watch for a bit, observing the two men arguing and throwing weak, drunk punches at each other. It looked like a fair fight.

I climb along the side of the building, heading towards my window sill, when I feel the need to check on new girl. If she’s bothered by the noise, I’ll interfere. 

I creep down slowly, looking through her windows until I reach her bedroom. There she is. Peaceful and beautiful. She’s laying on her side, wrapped up in her comforter. I hope she’s not too cold. It’s raining hard tonight. 

The commotion in the alley grows, and now she’s tossing and turning in bed, her slumber disrupted by these inconsiderate assholes.

That’s it. They’re waking up the whole goddamn building. 

I crawl down the slippery walls, then stop when my watch buzzes. It’s an anomaly and I’m headed right towards it. I get closer trying to scope what I’m going up against, then realize they’re … twins? 

I jump down, startling both of them into separating. They both look up at me, surrendering, giving me the exact same face of fear.  

“Huh, twins, you couldn’t find another spot to fight? You’re waking up the whole damn building!” 

“Holy shit! It’s Spider–”

“Shut up, let’s keep this brief. What’s the issue here?”

“He showed up at my place! He’s trying to steal my fucking wife, steal my life!” one man accuses, shoving at the other.

“He was in my bed! Sleeping next to my wife!” he slurs, drunk off his ass.

“I can fix this, but you’ll have to come with me,”

“The hell I am, this is my home. This man is an imposter … and who are you supposed to be? F-fucking creep in a onesie!”

“Your home isn’t here, bud. I’ll take you there. Don’t be difficult.”

He shoves me, lazily, then starts running. 

“You’re going to take care of him, right?” the original idiot asks, watching his alternate self run off.

“Coño,” I exhale, running a hand over my mask.

“Yes just … you stay here, okay? Here.”

I run down the alley and turn right to see the idiot sprinting for his life, but failing, drunk and stumbling. I shoot web at him and pull him towards me. He starts screaming bloody murder.

“Spider-Creep is trying to kill me! Someone–” I web his mouth shut.

I drag him back to the alley, where the original guy is standing, waiting anxiously in the rain.

“You can’t talk about this ever, okay? If word gets out, he– he’ll come back, and steal your wife. Got it? This never happened.”

“What are you gonna do to him?”

“Return him,” I mutter, distracted by the beeping coming from my wrist.

I look down to a flashing “LOW BATTERY” warning. It won’t be enough to make the jump.

“Fuck me. Change of plans. He’ll be staying at my place for ten minutes, until this charges up,”

“Gosh, Spider-Man, it’s been an honor to meet you!” he breathes out, bowing to me. 

“Yeah, uhh sorry for the stress … you caused … you. I’ll take it from here,” I mutter, throwing the webbed man over my shoulder. 

“Take care of him– me, take care of me!” he yells running down the street. I nod. 

I wait for the original to run completely down the street and around the corner, then slowly crawl along the building to my window. 

He doesn’t resist. He’s drunk and seemingly falling asleep. I finally lay him on the floor of my living room, and rush to my bedroom to charge the batteries. 

Once I’ve hooked it up, I head back to the living room. He isn’t there. I turn around, searching for the slithering imposter.

I hear a grunt then look around the kitchen counter to find him lying on the floor, cutting through the webbing with a pocket knife. 

“Estúpido, you’re going to need more than a pocket knife to cut through that.” 

His arms are glued to the side of his body, but he still squirms, threatening me with the short blade. 

He slithers towards the door, the door that has six different locks on it. I let him entertain me; the batteries are still charging and I need something to pass time.

“You’re drunk. Can you just sit still and you know, be drunk?” I ask, looking down at him kicking against my door. 

He bangs the door harder then starts to scream, muffled through the red webbing. “¡Cállate! For fuck’s sake–” I grab his feet and drag him towards the bathroom. 

He sits up, taking stabs at my ankles. My suit glitches, somehow reacting to his stabs.

“What the fuck?” I look down at the malfunction. 

I reach for the knife; he jolts his body towards me, stabbing at my grasp, his blade dragging down my wrists and palms as I pull away. He cut through the nanoparticles. 

“How the fuck is this happening?” I look down at the blood trickling down my wrists. 

“I’m trying to take you home, pinche güey! Do you not want to see your fucking wife again? Are you having marital problems? Fuck off.”

I shoot web at the knife, gluing it to the wall behind him. 

“¡Idiotas como tú me hacen odiar mi puta vida!” idiots like you make me hate my fucking life

“Cabrón, cabrón, cabrón.” I stumble to the sink, washing the blood from my hands. It’s bad. 

“¿Por qué lo intento?” why do I try?

He starts screaming again, his voice muffled, but louder. I close my eyes, hovering over the sink, holding pressure to the slashes on my wrists. 

I storm over to him and punch him hard enough to knock him out, soft enough not to kill him.

He’s awakened the whole building. I’m sure of it.

My mind wanders to new girl.

I shake my head at the urge to check on her, looking down at the blood on my suit. She’s fine. She’s asleep. Leave her be.

But, what if… 

I deactivate my malfunctioning suit quickly, pulling on normal clothes then head for the window. It’s still pouring. 

I climb over to her window, the rain drenching me. 

I stand on the fire escape, blood dripping down to my fingertips and onto the stairs. 

I feel the anger burn in my cheeks. Tonight has been a test of my patience. 

I look in. She’s tossing and turning still. I wipe the window, the rain blurring my view. Her eyebrows are knit together as she moves under her sheets. Is she … okay? Is she sick? 

The rain pours down. I slowly slide the window up. It’s unlocked. 

I slowly climb in. I know I’m in the wrong. I know this is fucked, but it’s instinctual. My body is on autopilot, out of my control, and now

I’m here 

in her room. 

and it’s too late to turn back.

I watch her turn over, muttering quietly into the sheets. She’s just dreaming. She’s okay. It’s okay.

She suddenly stops muttering, lying quietly, beautifully tranquil. 

Her state of slumber pulls a sigh out of me. All of the anger drips off of me, I’m cleansed of my frustration, and for a second, I feel as at peace as she seems to be.

I look down at soaked cotton, annoyingly clinging to my skin. My hair drips down onto my face, I comb it back, then notice the blood and rain mixing on my fingers.

I look down at my hands, my wrists bleeding down, coating them. Shit. 

I look up to find her staring at me through squinted, sleepy eyes.  

She turns to turn on the lamp. 

I leap out pulling the window down against the beating rain. My claws scratch the surface of the window as I pull it down, my guard still up. 

I stand away from the window, my back pressed up against the wall. I wait for a moment before slowly peeking back in through the fogged up glass. She’s sat up, looking at the corner I stood in. She takes a deep breath then lies back down, pulling the sheets over her, trying to fall back asleep.

I turn away, pressing my back against the wall. I wince at this mess of a night. 

I was watching her sleep. The anomaly twin was right. 

I am a fucking creep. 

✩‧₊˚

next chapter here

[moonselune]

how would the BG3 Bachelors + Raphael would react to a gn/male!tiefling tav who wants the crown of karsus for themself?

bonus if you make the tav a wizard/druid/both (because mine is a druid-wizard lol). Anyway,your writing is AMAZING! ty for providing for the BG3 fandom :3!

Omg i love love love this and thank you so much ! I live to serve this community lmao if it could be my full time job that would be my dream xox

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Gale:

The campfire crackled softly in the quiet night, casting flickering shadows across the faces of the adventurers gathered around it. The air was cool, and a light breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding forest. You sat opposite your lover Gale, a wizard with dreams as grand and ambitious as your own. How unfortunate.

The evening had started with a peaceful conversation about the challenges and victories of the day, but as the night deepened, a more contentious topic emerged: the coveted Crown of Karsus. You had been discussing the crown with an intensity that Gale could not ignore, his curiosity piqued by your growing fixation.

“So you want the crown for yourself?” he asked, finally realising what your passion for the topic really meant, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration. “I thought we were in this together.”

You leaned back, the firelight dancing across your crimson skin, revealing a serious expression. “Yes, I want it for myself. The crown’s power is immense, and it’s not something to be casually handed over. I’ve worked too hard to let it slip through my fingers.”

Gale’s shock turned to anger as he stood up abruptly, the warmth of the fire unable to temper his growing ire. “You can’t be serious! I’ve been pursuing the crown with the same passion, and now you tell me you intend to claim it all for yourself? After everything we’ve been through?”

You stood as well, your own anger rising in response. “It’s not just about what we’ve been through, Gale. It’s about what we’re capable of achieving. The crown’s power could change everything, you can't expect me to just stand idly by.”

Gale’s eyes flashed with hurt and betrayal. “So what’s become of our partnership, then? Was it merely a means to an end for you? Are you prepared to throw away everything we’ve built together for your own ambitions?”

"Are you?"

Silence.

Gale couldn't answer that question because he knew his answer would be the same as yours. Your ambition mirrored his, it was afterall what had drawn him to you.

The tension between you grew palpable, each of you were evidently not going to back down. In a moment of clarity amid the heated argument, you took a deep breath, realizing the need for a resolution that would preserve both your relationship and your ambitions.

“Alright, Gale,” you said, your voice steadying as you reached for a small, ceremonial dagger from your belt and Gale couldn't help but flinch - you weren't going to kill him for it, were you?. “I understand your anger, and I acknowledge my ambition. But we need to establish a pact, a vow that will bind us together in this quest, regardless of who ultimately claims the crown.”

Gale looked at you, his posture relaxed slightly now he was no longer in fear for his life,k his expression a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. “What sort of vow?”

You met his gaze firmly, drawing a deep breath. “A binding vow. If either of us secures the crown, we will share the power equally. We’ll use it to achieve our goals together, not as rivals but as partners, lovers eternal. Our ambitions are great, but they shouldn’t come at the cost of what we have.”

Gale considered your words, his anger slowly giving way to contemplation. After a tense pause, he nodded, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. “Alright. I agree. But this vow must be genuine. We need to ensure our promises are honored.”

You nodded, taking the dagger and drawing a small cut on your palm. Gale did the same, and the two of you clasped hands over the flames, the blood mingling as a symbol of your pledge.

“We vow to share the power of the Crown of Karsus equally,” you intoned solemnly, your voice carrying the weight of the promise as the magic of the vow coursed through you both. “No matter who obtains it, we will use its power for our shared goals, not for personal gain alone.”

Gale repeated the vow, his voice steady and resolute. The ritual completed, the tension between you seemed to ease, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. The campfire’s warmth now felt more welcoming, you both settled back down and you drew Gale into your embrace, murmering against his temple.

"I'm sorry my love, for not telling you of my ambition sooner." You whispered to him as you reached out to heal his hand. Gale sighed slightly but leant into you.

"Don't be, I should have known a mind as great as yours would have desired it too," Gale spoke softly looking into the flames of the fire, "At least now it ensured we will be together, and that, is all I want."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Astarion:

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the camp as you and your lover Astarion settled in for the night. The fire crackled warmly, the dancing flames providing a comforting contrast to the cold night air. You were enjoying a rare moment of tranquility, reflecting on the day’s events.

Astarion, lounged nearby, his pale skin illuminated by the firelight. He was deep in thought, his eyes occasionally glancing at you with an expression that oscillated between curiosity and wariness. It was like he could sense the turmoil brewing inside of you.

You had been considering the future and the ultimate prize that lay before you: the Crown of Karsus. With a deliberate pause, you decided it was time to share your thoughts with Astarion.

“Astarion,” you began, your voice steady, “there’s something we need to discuss. I’ve been thinking about the Crown of Karsus, and I’ve come to a decision. I want it for myself.”

Astarion’s head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise and irritation. “You want the Crown of Karsus for yourself? After all this time, you’ve been so adamant about the corrupt power it holds, and now you claim it solely for your own ambitions?”

You nodded, maintaining a calm demeanor, you had expected this. “Yes, I believe it’s the right path for me. The power it offers is unmatched, and it’s something I feel I must seize.”

Astarion’s irritation deepened, his fangs flashing slightly as he spoke. “And what of our plans, then? You’ve always disapproved of my ambition to become the Vampire Ascendant, and now you’re going to pursue your own grandiose scheme without regard for our partnership? For me?”

You felt a pang of discomfort at his words but remained resolute. “It’s not about that. I simply believe that the Crown’s power is necessary to me.”

Astarion stood, his elegant frame tensing with frustration. “I see. And I suppose you’ll just leave me to my own devices, as if my desires and aspirations mean nothing compared to your grand quest?”

You stood as well, facing him with a mixture of regret and determination. “It’s not like that, Astarion. We’ve both pursued our ambitions, and it’s clear that the Crown is my path. But I haven’t forgotten what you want, or how much it means to you. With that power I can keep you safe, you could walk in the sun, you would never have to be afraid again.”

Astarion’s gaze was sharp, but a glimmer of curiosity showed in his eyes as your words softened him. “What do you propose, then? A mere promise of power when you obtain the crown? Ha! I don't think so.”

You took a deep breath, realizing that a compromise was necessary to bridge the gap between your desires and Astarion’s. “I swear to you, Astarion, that when I obtain the Crown of Karsus, I will use its power to imbue you with all the strength and power you could ever dream of. We will both achieve our goals, just in different ways.”

Astarion’s eyes narrowed, assessing the sincerity of your promise. "I'm not stupid sweetheart, if you are seeking the crown for yourself then I will become the vampire ascendent.”

You nodded firmly, a sense of resolve settling over you. “Yes. I swear it. When I have the crown, I will ensure that you have the power you seek. We’ll find a way to make it work, together.”

Astarion’s gaze softened only slightly, but his posture remained taut, his fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides. “So, you’re saying that if you achieve your goal with the Crown of Karsus, you will assist me in becoming the Vampire Ascendant. Is that your final offer?”

You nodded, your resolve steady but your heart heavy with the weight of the compromise. “Yes, Astarion. If you help me secure the Crown, I will ensure that you become the Vampire Ascendant. You will have the power you desire, and I will have the Crown’s power to shape our future.”

Astarion’s lips curled into a smile that was both mischievous and satisfied. “Well, isn’t this a turn of events? I must admit, I didn’t think you’d be so generous. Or so willing to negotiate.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his excitement, despite the uneasy feeling that lingered. “We both want power and control over our destinies. This is a way for us to achieve our goals together, without stepping on each other’s ambitions.”

Astarion’s eyes sparkled with an intense, almost feverish excitement. “Ah, the possibilities! Imagine the thrill of wielding such power.” He paced around the fire, his excitement palpable. “Think of it, my dear. The chaos we could sow, the power we could amass. I’ll have the strength to rival even the greatest of our kind. And you—well, you’ll be in a position to reshape the world as you see fit. It’s a tantalizing prospect, wouldn’t you say?”

You watched his enthusiasm with a mix of relief and trepidation. The idea of Astarion becoming the Vampire Ascendant was daunting, but the prospect of achieving your own goal with him by your side felt like a path worth pursuing. “Yes, it’s a formidable prospect. But remember, Astarion, this isn’t just about power. We need to be cautious and strategic. We can’t let ambition blind us to the potential consequences.”

Astarion’s grin widened, and he approached you with a predatory grace. “Oh, I assure you, I’m more than aware of the stakes. But this is precisely why I’m so thrilled. The thrill of danger, the dance of power—it’s what makes it all so exhilarating.”

He reached out, gently cupping your cheek with his hand, his eyes locking onto yours. “So, we have a deal then? You’ll help me achieve my ultimate form, and in return, I’ll aid you in claiming the Crown of Karsus. Together, we’ll be unstoppable.”

You nodded, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and apprehension. “Yes, we have a deal. Let’s make sure we follow through on both promises. We’ll navigate this path together, and we’ll face whatever comes our way as a united front.”

Astarion’s eyes sparkled with a mix of triumph and affection. “Perfect. I’m looking forward to the adventure that awaits us, and to savoring every moment of our shared destiny.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Wyll:

The camp, nestled within the dense forest, was peaceful, save for the low hum of conversation and the occasional clink of metal from nearby equipment being moved.

Wyll, your lover and a steadfast companion, sat across from you, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. The firelight danced across his face, highlighting the resolve in his eyes as he took a deep breath, clearly preparing to broach a difficult subject.

“I need to talk to you,” Wyll said, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of worry. “It’s about the Crown of Karsus.”

You looked up from the fire, meeting his gaze with a calm demeanor. “What about it?”

Wyll’s brow furrowed, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. “I’ve been thinking a lot about your desire for the Crown. And I’m afraid of what it might do to you. I know how powerful it is, how tempting it must be, but I also know the legends—the corruption, the darkness that comes with it.”

You remained silent, allowing him to voice his concerns.

“I can’t just stand by and watch you fall into that darkness,” Wyll continued, his voice becoming more urgent. “I need you to understand that this isn’t just about a magical artifact; it’s about you, and what it might do to you.”

You shifted slightly, the flames reflecting off your horns, creating flickering patterns on the ground. “Wyll, I’ve considered the risks. The power the Crown offers is unparalleled. It’s a chance to reshape everything, to gain control over forces beyond comprehension.”

Wyll’s eyes pleaded with you, his hands reaching out to you. “And what if it changes you? What if it turns you into something you don’t recognize? You could lose yourself completely. I don’t want to see that happen.”

The fire crackled louder for a moment, a reminder of the warmth and security of the camp compared to the cold allure of power. You could see the anguish in Wyll’s eyes, and it pained you to see him so distressed over your choices.

“I understand your fear,” you said softly, holding onto his hands. “But this is something I have to pursue. It’s my destiny.”

Wyll’s expression hardened with resolve. “Then I have an ultimatum for you. It’s either me or the Crown. You can’t have both. If you choose the Crown, I won’t be able to stay by your side, because I refuse to watch you become something you’re not.”

The weight of his words settled over you, and you saw the depth of his commitment to your well-being. You felt a pang of guilt and sorrow at the thought of choosing between him and the Crown. His willingness to give you an ultimatum showed just how deeply he cared.

“Wyll,” you said softly, trying to convey the depth of your feelings, “this isn’t an easy choice for me. But I can’t deny how much you mean to me. You’ve always been there for me, and I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

Wyll’s eyes softened slightly, though the tension remained. “Then choose, and choose wisely. I want you to be happy, but I also want you to be safe from the darkness that the Crown might bring.”

After a moment of contemplation, you reached out and took his hand, your grip firm and reassuring. “Wyll, if it comes down to choosing between you and the Crown, I choose you. Every time. The Crown is a temptation, but it’s nothing compared to what we have together.”

Wyll’s eyes shone with relief and gratitude, though there was still a trace of concern in them. “Are you sure? Because if you’re certain, I will stand by you, regardless of what happens.”

You nodded, your expression resolute. “I’m sure. You are what matters most to me. The Crown is powerful, but it’s not worth losing you over.”

A tear slipped down Wyll’s cheek, and he squeezed your hand tightly, “Thank you. I will do everything in my power to support you, but please remember the promise you’ve made.”

With a heartfelt nod, you leaned in and kissed him softly. As the night deepened, you and Wyll held each other close, the promise of your love and loyalty guiding you both through the uncertainty of the future. The Crown of Karsus loomed in the distance, but for now, it was your bond with Wyll that remained the central focus of your heart and soul.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Halsin:

You and Halsin, your lover, were nestled together in bed, the warmth of the blankets and the close proximity making the moment feel intimate and serene. His strong arms were wrapped around you, and your tail was wrapped around his leg, providing a sense of security and comfort as you both relaxed after a long day.

You were lost in your thoughts, feeling the weight of your desires pressing on you. The Crown of Karsus had become an obsession, a symbol of ultimate power and the ability to reshape the world in ways you could only imagine. As you lay there, your head resting on Halsin’s chest, the quiet of the night seemed the perfect time to share your thoughts with him.

“Halsin,” you began, your voice soft but determined, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

Halsin’s fingers gently stroked your hair, and he tilted his head slightly, his voice soothing as he responded, “What is it, my heart?”

You took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of what you were about to say. “I want the Crown of Karsus for myself.”

Halsin’s reaction was immediate and palpable. His body tensed, and he pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with concern. “The Crown of Karsus? You know the danger and corruption that comes with it. I thought we were focused on protecting the balance, on looking after those who had fallen victim to the shadowcurse?”

You met his gaze with a mix of determination and vulnerability. “That’s exactly why I want it. With the power of the Crown, I could create the balance you’ve always dreamed of. I could ensure that the shadowcurse and all other threats like it would never happen again.”

Halsin’s brow furrowed as he considered your words. “The Crown’s power is unpredictable and dangerous. It corrupts those who seek to wield it. You risk losing yourself to its influence. And you think that such power can be controlled?”

You nodded, your voice earnest. “I believe I can control it. I’ve studied its history and the lore surrounding it. If I can harness its power, I can create a world where such calamities are a thing of the past.”

Halsin was silent for a moment, his mind clearly racing as he weighed the implications of your ambition. His eyes softened as he looked at you, seeing the conviction and hope in your expression. “You truly believe you can make things better with this power?”

“I do,” you said, your voice unwavering. “I know the risks, but I also know the potential for good. We’ve seen the devastation caused by the shadowcurse, and I don’t want to stand by while such things continue. If I have the Crown, I can ensure that this world is protected and balanced.”

Halsin took a deep breath, the weight of the decision settling heavily on his shoulders. He looked at you with a mixture of sadness and resignation. “You’re not going to give this up, are you?”

You shook your head, feeling a pang of regret that your desires were causing tension between you. “No, Halsin. I’ve made up my mind.”

A moment of silence stretched between you, filled with the unspoken realization of the consequences. Halsin’s gaze remained steady, his fingers now lightly tracing patterns on your arm.

“Then I’ll support you,” he said finally, his voice quiet but resolute. “If this is truly what you believe is necessary to bring about the change we both want, then I will stand by you.”

You felt a rush of gratitude and relief as Halsin’s words sank in. “Thank you,” you said softly, leaning in to kiss him. “I promise I won’t let you down.”

Halsin’s expression was a mix of worry and determination as he held you close. “I trust you, but remember that the path you’ve chosen is fraught with danger. If you begin to lose yourself to its power, you must promise me that you’ll find a way to break free.”

You nodded, a fierce resolve in your heart. “I promise. I won’t let the Crown control me. I’ll use its power to create the world we both want.”

As you both settled back into the comforting embrace of the bed, the silence of the night was filled with the shared understanding of the path you were embarking upon. The road ahead was uncertain and fraught with peril, but with Halsin’s support and your unwavering determination, you felt a renewed sense of purpose and resolve.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Rolan:

The night was quiet and peaceful, the only sounds in your shared quarters being the soft rustling of sheets and the occasional crackle of the fireplace. You and Rolan were cuddled together under a blanket, the warmth and comfort of the room making it an ideal setting for intimate conversations. Rolan’s presence was a calming and reassuring one, and his gentle breathing indicated that he was on the verge of sleep.

As you lay there, your thoughts drifted to the Crown of Karsus, a powerful artifact that had captured your imagination and ambition. You had wrestled with the idea for some time now, and you knew that the time had come to share your aspirations with Rolan. It was a delicate matter, one that could easily disrupt the harmony of your relationship.

Turning slightly in bed, you looked at Rolan, who had just started to stir. “Rolan,” you began, your voice soft but filled with determination, “there’s something important I need to tell you.”

Rolan blinked awake, his hazel eyes meeting yours with a hint of curiosity. “What is it, my love?” he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking. “I want the Crown of Karsus for myself.”

Rolan’s eyes widened in surprise, but then a broad grin spread across his face. To your astonishment, he seemed genuinely excited. “The Crown of Karsus? You’re planning to pursue it?”

You nodded, taken aback by his reaction. “Yes. I believe it holds the key to reshaping the world and unlocking magic beyond our comprehension.”

Rolan’s enthusiasm grew palpable. He sat up slightly, his eyes gleaming with eagerness. “That’s incredible! The opportunity to study such a powerful artifact is something I’ve always dreamed of. To learn from it, understand its intricacies—it’s a scholar’s dream come true.”

His excitement was infectious, and you found yourself grinning at his reaction. “You’re not… upset or worried?”

Rolan shook his head, his smile widening. “No, not at all. The Crown of Karsus represents knowledge and power on an unprecedented scale. I’ve always been fascinated by ancient artifacts and their secrets. The chance to delve into its depths and unlock its mysteries is an opportunity I would support wholeheartedly.”

You felt a wave of relief and joy wash over you. “You really mean that? You’re not against me pursuing this?”

“Absolutely not,” Rolan said, his voice filled with conviction. “You’ve always supported my academic pursuits and interests. Now, it’s my turn to support you in your ambitions. If you believe that the Crown can bring about the change you seek, then I’m with you every step of the way.”

His response filled you with a sense of warmth and gratitude and you couldn't help but chuckle. “Thank you, Rolan. I didn’t expect you to be so enthusiastic about it.”

Rolan laughed softly, reaching out to gently caress your cheek. “How could I not be excited? This is a chance for us to achieve something truly extraordinary. I want to be there to help you, to explore the Crown’s potential together. And, of course, to ensure that you don’t get lost in its power.”

You leaned into his touch, your heart swelling with affection. “I promise, I won’t let it control me. I’ll stay true to our goals and use its power for the greater good.”

Rolan nodded, his expression one of unwavering support. “I trust you, and I believe in you. We’ll face this journey together, and I’ll be right by your side, eager to uncover the mysteries of the Crown and help you achieve your vision.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Raphael:

The dimly lit boudoir was filled with the soft glow of flickering candles, their light dancing across the rich, velvet curtains and opulent furnishings. You and Raphael, your lover, were lounging in a state of relaxed intimacy, the atmosphere initially serene as you shared the warmth of each other’s presence. However, your mind had been preoccupied with a singular thought: the Crown of Karsus. Tonight, you decided, was the time to share your ambitious goal with Raphael.

You turned towards him, your expression serious and resolute. “Raphael, there’s something I need to tell you. I want the Crown of Karsus for myself.”

Raphael’s reaction was not what you expected. He looked at you with an incredulous, almost dismissive laugh. “The Crown of Karsus? You, a mere mortal, think you could wield such a powerful artifact? Do you honestly believe you’re capable of handling its might? Oh my love how you humor me.”

His tone was dripping with mockery, his eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. You could feel a surge of frustration rising within you, and you tried to remain composed. “I’m not saying it will be easy, but I believe I can handle it. I have the strength and determination. I won’t let its power corrupt me.”

Raphael’s laughter grew louder, echoing around the room like a sinister melody. “Oh, how delightful! You, a little tiefling with ambitions far beyond your reach. It’s almost adorable."

You stood up, your frustration palpable, "Raphael, I'm being serious-"

"-Do you even grasp the magnitude of what you’re proposing? The Crown of Karsus is not a toy for you to play with, my dear." Raphael lectured you, interrupting you in the process. He followed you up and stepped close to you. "It’s a force that could shatter even the strongest of beings, why it would crush your little mortal mind.”

His mocking words stung deeply, and you could feel your anger boiling over. “This isn’t a joke, Raphael! I know what I’m talking about. You underestimate me, and that’s your mistake.”

Raphael’s eyes narrowed as he continued to taunt you. “Mistake? No, my dear, it’s not a mistake. It’s simply the harsh reality of your limitations. Trust me, you’re nothing but a plaything in the grand scheme of things.”

Unable to contain your fury any longer, you slapped Raphael across the face. The sound of the impact reverberated through the room, and for a moment, there was stunned silence. Your heart raced as you realized what you had done—slapped a cambion, a son of Mephistopheles, your lover.

Raphael’s expression shifted from amused disbelief to a dark, cold fury. He chuckled softly, a chilling sound that sent shivers down your spine. Without warning, he transformed, his form shifting into his devilish guise. His eyes glowed with an ominous red light, and his features took on a menacing, otherworldly quality.

“It appears,” Raphael said in a voice that was both smooth and terrifying, “that it’s overdue for you to be reminded of your place. You have quite the nerve, daring to lay hands on me.”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry and your stomach sinking with fear. The sight of Raphael in his devilish form was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. His power was palpable, and you could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on you.

“I didn’t mean to—” you began, but Raphael cut you off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Save your excuses,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’ve crossed a line, and now you must face the consequences. You’re a mortal, trying to meddle with forces beyond your understanding. Remember your place, and know that you are not the one in control here.”

His words were a harsh reminder of the power imbalance between you. Despite your earlier resolve, the sight of Raphael’s true form and the gravity of his anger made you realize the enormity of your mistake. The Crown of Karsus might be within your reach, but the consequences of your actions were immediate and daunting.

As Raphael’s gaze bore into you, a mix of regret and determination surged through you. You had to confront the reality of your situation, but you refused to back down from your goal.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Hehehehe I loved writing this, especially Raphael's lmao. Hope you guys enjoyed it !! - Seluney xox

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[danikamariewrites]

Hello!! I love your writing so much!! Could you do one where reader and Xaden have a slow, fluffy morning and him just being a grumpy morning person?

I could totally see him finally waking up one morning in a good mood with reader then Dain being a little whining bitch that he is (got a little carried away there lol), pounds on the doors waking the squad up for training.

Hope you are doing well!!!☺️☺️

Good Morning

Xaden x reader

A/n: thank you anon I hope you’re doing well too! I love fluffy Xaden ahhhh

Warnings: fluff, suggestive, nudity, and more Dain slander bc I hate him. Like I said this is not a safe space for Dain Aetos bc fuck that guy

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you hear Xaden’s light snores and feel his muscular arm tighten around you a little. You smile up at your boyfriend, he looks so peaceful like this. The complete opposite of his conscience state, dark and broody.

You turn, resting your chin on his broad chest. You trace little patterns on his face until he begins to stir. Blinking his eyes open he gives you a sleepy smile, brushing your hair behind your ear and cupping your jaw. “Good morning beautiful.”

You move up his body and kiss his cheek. He pulls you down to snuggle into his neck wrapping his arms around you to pull you fully on top of him. Letting out a sigh he says, “This is perfect. I don’t want to move, just stay here and hold you.”

You giggle against his skin and kiss up his jaw. Xaden turns to catch your lips with his. You deepen the kiss as his hands begin to wander to your hips, moving to grab at your butt. You start grinding on his crotch and feel his cock harden.

Xaden moans into your mouth. He slowly flips you onto your back sneaking his large, rough hands under your shirt. Just as he was about to remove the restrictive clothing you heard a pounding on the door next to yours and a voice yelling. Then the pounding fist was on your own door.

“Up and at ‘em cadets! Surprise flight training, let’s go! I want you all on the field in 20!” Dain yelled. Xaden let out a loud and angry groan as he dropped his head in the crook of your neck. “I’m going to fucking kill him.” You laugh at his dramatics.

Patting his shoulder you try to sit up. “Come on baby, I gotta get up or he’ll kill me if I’m late.” Xaden laid down flat on you. You groan at his weight on you. “Xaden, seriously I need to get dressed.”

He lets out another aggravated sigh. “No. Absolutely not. There’s no way I’m letting Aetos cock block me.” You let out a laugh and push at Xaden’s shoulders again, shimmying out from his grasp.

Padding across the room you open your armoire and collect your flying leathers. As you strip you feel Xaden’s eyes on you. You look over your shoulder at him. Smirking you ask, “Enjoying the view?” “I’d enjoy it a lot better if the view was under me screaming my name right now.”

You roll your eyes turning back to finish changing. After lacing up your boots you pad over to bed and kiss his forehead. “I’ll be back in an hour or so, tops. You can stay if you want and then we can finish what we started hmm.” Xaden let’s out a dramatic sigh, “Fine. But if this heads into an hour and a half I’m getting on Sgaeyl and dragging you back here myself.”

You give him one last kiss before leaving. “Ok tough guy.” As you open the door you look back and see Xaden watching you with a sad look on his face. You give him a sad smile and whisper, “Get some more sleep baby.” And head out for training.

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[silly-circus]

★SillyString’s story/background★

(Way long overdue lmao and long I’m so sorry guys, also made some edits because I wanted to word some things better)

I want to start off by saying she is me, me is she(Im not sure if I made it clear or not so apologies I’m kinda dumb🫰). I say “her” in my posts instead of “me” because idk it feels right since I make her look differently than I actually do. Even so, we share the same name and I do the clown look all the time when I go out to places that I get an excuse to🧍‍♂️so really it is just me but anyway,,, time to begin! This is my first time actually writing this out so I’m sorry if it’s formatted and explained terribly

First off, Silly String is my persona’s clown name. She came up with it herself, everything else was Pennywise’s idea. She was originally a human, and still looks like one and has the appetite of one(when she changed Pennywise assumed she would want to eat people. He was wrong.) She lived in texas(yee-honk) before moving to Maine literally because she thought “why not?” and ended up in good old Derry. Her life growing up wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t the best. She was always into odd and strange things, or things that most would find creepy(clowns. Love clowns. They’re so cool) so she was kinda outcasted from others at a young age but soon people learned to just let her live in peace which of course she was happy about. She did manage to make some friends, solidarity. After moving, she continued pursuing freelance photography and painting, but her full time job is as a barista in a local coffee shop(wow, how interesting💀).

The way that she met Pennywise was kinda stupid. All she was doing was taking photos of the local wildlife and next thing you know a kid is running by before she notices a fucking weird ass clown creature from hell charging straight towards her(she still snapped a photo before running). He does catch up to her and jumps her. How she managed to not get away, but the kid did, don’t ask me. She survived, her camera unfortunately did not(he gets her a new one eventually guys trust).

since then, they kept bumping into each other. He does try to kill her again but she kept managing to escape him(pissed him off more and more each time) but soon enough he starts to chill out and basically decides to learn more about her. The more she realized he was going to not continuously try eat her every time he visited she would start asking him questions about who he was as an entity and where he came from. It does start out as a weird friendship where he would mess with her at work or appear out of literally no where to hang around. He does start to enjoy her company and watching her do normal, human things since her doing it made it seem entertaining. After a while of slowly getting closer and closer they become loving parters yay(she was still human at this time).

Fast forward and they get “married” which they really call their “eternal binding.” Basically what it means is that she became a part of him. As in if he dies, she dies. She unfortunately didn’t gain any cool shape shifting and such, she just gets to live and thrive as long as he does. When it first happened she was having a hard time with it simply because she’s going to outlive everyone she knows and will continue to, but over time she made her peace with it and saw it as a privilege to watch the world change around her and of course stay with her beloved.

Also the year they met was set in the 1980s, or honestly it could be any time after that or something I don’t know yall get creative I’m just going with the flow.

That is it :) sorry again this is long, and I hope every one has a good day/night(it’s 3 am why do I do this to myself). I also hope you guys continue to follow along with me on their lover clown journey :D

AND- little sneak peek of an upcoming piece I’m working on for Mermay 😙

[howi99]

The savior who couldn't save anyone

(Part of a bigger story related to the "A saint in Beacon" Au's. Which is, for everyone who forgot, a Fate x RWBY fanfic.)

Her mask fell, letting him see who protected the monster he needed to kill.

"I'm... Sorry... Jaune. I should have listened... To you-" She fell on the ground, her heart having been pierced by his dagger.

Nora laid dead before him.

His hands, covered in the blood of his friend was screaming at him. He killed her. He took the life of his last remaining friend.

"No..." He knelt beside her, trying to use his aura to heal her to no avail. "No no NO!" Taking in his arms, shaking her "WHY!? WHY WERE YOU HERE!? I PROMISED REN AND LIA TO PROTECT YOU, SO WHY WERE YOU HERE!?!" She couldn't answer, but he knew the answer. He knew the answer far too well.

Jaune was sweating, his breath uneven. Her blood was now covering his clothes, the clothes she bought for him. "Nora... Please..." He hugged her, crying as he felt her warmth leaving her. "I just wanted to protect you! Please, stay with me... don't go..."

"She only wanted to help you, you know? Seeing you suffer day after day, trying to save everyone by yourself..." A feminine voice said, almost as if whispering in his ears "She came to me for help and you killed her. As did all my disciples."

Jaune slowly stood up, looking at the nun who promised people their every desires. "You knew..." Tighten his fist "You knew she was vulnerable and took advantage of her. OF EVERYONE!"

"Fufu~ as i said, she came to me of her own volition. So did everyone else." She began walking the distance separating them, smiling a kind smile. "It was you who brought everyone pain and death, while i was saving them! Giving them love!"

Jaune, furious "YOU DIDN'T SAVE THEM!" Unsheathing his daggers "YOU USED THEM! TOOK EVERYTHING FROM THEM UNTIL ONLY A HUSK REMAINED!"

"Did i? I remember them clearly giving me everything they had of their own accord." Tilting her head, looking at him with a wry smile "YOU decided to brand me as an enemy. We could have worked together, bring salvation to this world!" She shook her head "A shame..." Her smile turned sadistic "I would have loved taking pleasure with both you and your friend! She had such a tender soul~"

"I'm sorry..." He took a last glance at Nora, her face now peaceful in death "Nora..." He shook his head "Rest, you deserve it..." He took his fighting stance, looking at Kiara with eyes of steel. "I'll never let you hurt anyone else."

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Nora was looking at the ceiling of her room, tears flowing from her eyes

"Master? Is everything alright?" Avenger looked at her, worried.

Nora, quickly drying her tears with her arms, looked at her servant. She didn't know his name, but she always felt safe with him near her.

"It's nothing" She said, shaking her head. "I just had a bad dream, that's all." She sat up, stretching her arms as the first ray of sunlight crept their way inside the dorm she shared with her adoptive sister Lia and her two other teammates, Jeanne and Pyrrha. "Nothing that can't be fixed with pancakes, right?" She smiled, trying to calm her servant down.

Avenger could tell she was lying. He also knew she wouldn't tell him, in fear of making him worry for her. "*Sigh* ..." He placed his hand on her head, scruffing her hair with a gentle smile.

Nora, trying not to laugh "Stop it!~ You are giving me an even worse bed head!"

"I'll go prepare breakfast, wake the others in the meantime, ok?" He said

Nora, nodding "Yeah yeah, i'll wake them up... After i changed myself. I want to be first at eating your stuff!"