#My first time in a damn WHILE drawing her so I’m surprised she doesn’t look deformed

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𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀 // 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

oneshot - sonny corleone (the godfather) x reader

tw: a creep guy :(

summary: at your best friend's wedding, somebody helps you out - that somebody might have a thing for you, too

fandom: the godfather

a/n: mention of elvis presley, so uh… the timeline doesn’t match well, but i hope yall dont mind  <3

tags: -

wc: 2.4k

Connie Corleone’s been one of your close friends for a while now. And we’re talking about a really long while here. At this point you were close to being considered her family. This brought other events, and most importantly other people in your path. You were very familiar with her family members, she considered you a sister since she didn’t have one. Brothers, on the other hand…

She had a whole bunch of brothers, at first you were even surprised by it, but with time, you managed to successfully bond with them. There was Tom, the adopted one, and Fredo, the one that everybody thought was adopted but actually wasn’t. Then there was Sonny, who didn’t even try to conceal his attraction towards you, and last, there was Michael, the youngest.

Over the years, you all grew close, but undeniably, Sonny was your favorite out of them all. 

The day of Connie’s wedding had finally arrived. Of course, you were among the many guests. Out of them all, you barely knew anyone, or more like anybody. An unfamiliar face appears next to you. It was an about five and half feet tall, round man. 

“I’m so glad you’re here,” He greeted you. To be fair, you had no intention of talking to him.

The man takes quick steps as he gets closer to you. His eyes slightly narrowed at the sight of you. 

“Hey,” you softly smile. No words beyond that. “It’s nice seeing you here. That’s your uniform on you?” You ask, your pointing finger motioning at his clothing. 

“You’ve got quite an eye,” he sighs with a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I always did have an eye for nice things.”

“Undoubtedly. Where’d you find yours?”

It wasn’t that he hated it. No, quite the opposite. He liked it. He liked it because it was on you, and it fit.

“A thrift store,” you replied. “Dress to impress, they say.”

“Who’re you trying to impress, sweetheart?” 

Not you, that’s for sure, you thought.

“It hugs you perfectly, too tight, innit?” He grins. Yeah, no way you wanted to talk to him.

“It’s fine. Now, I reckon that other people are waiting for your company, so I’ll leave you to it,” you smile awkwardly at him, trying to brush him off.

“No, I’d rather spend my time with you,” he chuckles, grasping your wrist as you try to scurry away from him.

You shoot an anxious glare at the man, who refuses to let you go, even after you attempt to draw your hand out. 

“Let me go. Now,” you demand, your soft attitude now gone. 

“Don’t give me that attitude. I’m just trying to look out for you. That dress, it doesn’t seem too comfortable.”

“It is. So leave me alone. This is just harassment.”

The man rolled his eyes, scoffing slightly as his grip on you got a bit tighter.

“Seriously? I’m the one harassing you? That dress on you, to me, feels like pure harassment.”

“Don’t get cocky there, old man, I reckon you should fuck off now, before I shout it out that you’re harassing me.”

The man grabbed your waist, and now his face was mere inches from yours, his dark eyes bored into yours as he glared into yours.

“Harassing you? No sweetheart. Trying to keep those damn pests off of you? Yes.”

“You’re the pest that should be kept off of me!”

He huffed, his grip tightening, almost as if he was holding you captive.

“You better keep that smartmouth attitude of yours to yourself,” he whispered, leaning closer to your ear.

“Let me go you creep,” you grunt, trying your best to twist out your arm from his grip.

“For the love of God, will you stop? I’m just protecting you.”

“This isn’t protecting! You’re here preaching about other men looking at me, but what you’re doing is much, much worse!”

His eyebrow twitched at the name calling. He looked around to see if anyone was paying attention before looking back at you.

“Keep. Your. Voice. Down,” he huffed out through gritted teeth.

At this point his fingers were so clenched around your wrist, leaving imprints on your skin.

“What now? Scared that somebody will notice this? I hope someone does, and they get you off of me.”

“Keep your mouth shut, or see what happens.”

Enough bullshit. You bit his arm, your teeth digging deep into his skin. Why wouldn’t you? It was fucking deserved, from the start. 

He hisses in agony, releasing his grasp as he pulls his arm back. With his other hand’s palm, he runs his fingers over the tiny, fresh marks on his skin. His skin became paler in those spots. 

Without a word, you run off, making your way through the crowd of people.

You didn’t care where you were even going, as long as it was far away from that unknown man. Everyone here was unknown to you, not just that man. The only familiar face around the crowd was Sonny, stalking over to you. You could only hope that he didn’t want to talk to you at that moment. What would you even say? Was the previous event visible on you?

Sonny was making rounds, checking on the guests. That was, until he spotted you. Even from that distance, he could see that you were distressed. With quick steps, he pushed himself through the mass of guests gathered around in the garden.

“You okay?” He speaks in a soft tone, a concerned look on his face. “You look like you’ve been crying.”

“Oh, I haven’t been, I’m just on the verge of doing so,” you flash him a weak smile, trying to play it off. This was your best friend’s wedding, for God’s sake. “How you doin’?”

Sonny raised an eyebrow. He clearly didn’t believe you.

“Uh huh. Sure you haven’t. I’m doing fine. I’m not the one that looks like I’m gonna cry any second now,” he teased.

Of course, this moment couldn’t last an eternity. Make a guess who appeared behind you. I dare you.

“There you are,” the same man from before hisses through his teeth, almost getting a hold of your wrist again, but this time, you know better, and manage to pull your hand away just in time.

Sonny’s always been quick to react. Before the man can reach for you again, he steps in between the two of you. 

“Now what’s with you?” He demands, looking the man straight in the eye. One of his hands was protectively covering you behind him.

“That bitch bit me!” The man roars. 

Sonny looks over his shoulder, his brows knitted together, watching in anticipation, waiting for confirmation. There’s no way you would-

“I did. And it was well fucking deserved!” You lean forward lightly, almost unnoticeably, your finger pointing at the man. “He was harassing me!”

Confused, Sonny turns his head back at the man. 

“He did?” He asked, the question aimed at you.

“You think I would bite some man for no reason?”

That was all it took for Sonny. He clenched his fist, and with a swift movement, he flung his arm towards the man, landing a punch straight into his face. The man staggered back some steps, even bumping into a random guest.

“Who the hell do you think you are?!” Sonny snarls at him viciously.

Not wanting the situation to escalate even further, you grab his arm, getting his attention. This was Connie’s wedding, no need to ruin it for her with this. 

“Hey, enough. It’s nice of you, but I don’t think this is the time for this.”

He pants, looking into your eyes, nodding lightly as you speak. He, too, came to the realization that his sister’s wedding wasn’t the appropriate place and time to cause mayhem.

You found a quiet refuge under a tree, your lone self could finally be at peace. It was a big event, more people attended it than a literal Taylor Swift concert. It was loud, with many people. Overwhelming.

“Hey there,” the oh-so-familiar face trots up to you.

“Sonny, hey. I know I probably asked you this before, but how you doing?”

“Just doing rounds, making sure the guests are okay. Making sure the food is good, the whole shindig” he answered as he let out a sigh, his eyes now looking out into the party area. “I’d much rather be here, making sure you’re okay

“How heroic of you! No, really, I appreciate it. But shouldn't you check whether the food grew legs and ran off?”

Sonny chuckled at the comment, a smirk appearing on his face as he bumped his shoulder against yours.

“Very funny, smartass. But the food is well-behaved.”

“Did you train it personally?”

He snickered at that, a lighthearted chuckle escaping him.

“Nope, I just told them that I would eat them if they even think about running away.”

This time, you let out a chuckle too. Sonny’s always been kind to you.

“There’s the smile. I’m glad I’m getting laughs out of you,” he comments. “Y’know, for an introvert like yourself, you’re pretty damn good at being around rowdy people like  my family.”

“The only rowdy person in your family is you. Michael barely even speaks.”

Sonny let out a scoff, a feigned annoyance on his face.

“Hey, that is absolutely not true! Have you seen Fredo when he’s drunk?”

“No, fortunately.”

He smirked at that, rolling his eyes jokingly.

“You’re lucky then. Fredo, when he’s drunk, is the loudest and rowdiest person ever! Especially when he starts to sing…”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words.

“And you? When you’re drunk, are you louder than usual too?” You ask.

Sonny chuckled slightly at the question, a cocky smirk on his face as he sat up again and leaned over towards you.

“No, no. I’m already loud as it is, sweetheart. Me drunk? People would be going deaf if I got louder” he joked with a playful tone.

“Oh, undoubtedly.”

“Now, why’d you gotta say it in such a nonchalant way?”

“Because I can. Now, get back in there, this is your kinda thing. Enjoy it while it lasts, y’know.”

“And you’re going to be sitting here on your own?” He asks.

For a moment, you were deep in thought. Yes, because you knew almost nobody. Yes, because the Corleones were all busy doing their own thing.

“Seems like it,” you blurt out calmly, a smile on your face.

Sonny hummed in acknowledgment, his expression turning more serious as he looked you up and down.

“If any of these idiots bother you, you come get me. Understand?”

“Understood, sir. I just didn’t plan on involving you last time.”

“Sweetheart, these bastards are my family. That makes them fair game for me to hit any day. I said come get me if you need me. Don’t let my dumbass cousins ruin your night. So, you better keep that promise. I’d hate to see someone upset such a pretty face.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you reply with a gentle smile.

Sonny gave you a smile back, the cocky smirk replaced by a sincere one. He paused for a few seconds, as if contemplating something, before speaking up again.

“Actually, before I go back over there and drown myself in alcohol, I have a question for you”

“Speak your mind.”

Sonny bit his lip slightly, a rare look of uncertainty coming over his features, as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He looked at you for a few more seconds, as if debating with himself, before he spoke up again.

“Why’d you wanna sit here, all by yourself?” he asked the question softly.

“Why, I’m no good out there in the crowd all alone. You know the feeling when you’re lost in a crowd? That would be me.”

Sonny nodded in understanding, a small frown on his face. He knew you weren’t the biggest fan of big social gatherings, especially by yourself, so he could understand how lonely you felt here tonight.

“Don’t you have anyone to hang out with?”

“I wouldn’t say.”

He stayed quiet for a few seconds before he spoke up again.

“You can’t just sit out the whole night like this, all alone. C’mon, why don’t you hang out with me instead?”

“Oh, I’d scare those girls away,” You smile as you say jokingly.

“Sweetheart, even if you stay out here all night those girls will still crawl all over me. I’m just that handsome” he said, his smirk turning cocky again.

“Oh, you casanova.”

Sonny chuckled again, shaking his head at the nickname. He ran his hand through his hair, the smirk on his face never leaving as he looked over to you again.

“You know it,” he said with a playful tone, before his expression turned more serious again “but I’m bein’ serious. C’mon, sit with me instead of sitting over here all alone.”

“If it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me.”

Sonny nodded his head, a smile on his face again as he lightly bumped his shoulder against yours.

“Nah, of course it doesn’t. Better to talk to you then get hit on by some random girl all night.”

You squint your eyes, a suspicious look on your face.

“Wait…”

“Is something wrong?” Sonny raised an eyebrow at the sudden interjection, a confused look on his face as he leaned over towards you a bit.

“This isn’t the Sonny Corleone I know! There's no way, not a single way, that you would prefer talking to me than all those girls!” You chuckle. 

Sonny chuckled again, a smirk on his face as he rolled his eyes again. He shook his head slightly, clearly amused that you thought that.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever smartass. I’d rather go one night without some random chick drooling over me and actually have an intelligent conversation instead.”

“C’mon then. They’re playing Elvis,” you say quietly, almost whisper-like.

Sonny nodded his head, slowly standing up from the ground and holding his hand out to you.

“C’mon, then. Let’s go watch ‘em play some Elvis.”

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“Sorry I’m late, that fire was a beast.” Tommy apologizes as he walks through the hospital doors, still in his turnout gear, face covered in sweat and soot. He barely makes it five steps in when Evan is in front of him with a smile as wide as the grand canyon is deep.

“So are you.” He utters these words with almost pure reverence with that sly sort of grin before his lips are on Tommy’s, drawing the smallest mmmmm of pleasant surprise. The kiss doesn’t last long at all but he’s left breathless as they pull apart. Before Tommy can even say another word, Evan is guiding him through the halls of the overly familiar hospital to a hall crowded with people, spilling out of a single doorway. Even pays no mind, grabbing Tommy’s wrist and pulling him through the crowd. When Chimney looks up from the cake in his hand, Tommy apologizes for missing the ceremony, knowing they’ll all understand. They’re all first responders after all.

Chimney waves him off with a smirk, though there’s a look on his face that causes Tommy some confusion. More than that, hearing Hen say something along the lines of, “About damn time…” gives him pause. Sure, Evan’s hand is around his wrist but that’s not unusual. He’d been the one to drag him up here.

Tommy doesn’t have time to ponder the strangeness because Evan drags him over to the cake and cuts him just about the biggest slice he’s ever seen, grinning like a mad man the whole time. Tommy doesn’t even get a bite to his lips before the younger man declares, “Come meet my sister. She’s been dying to meet you.” He’s pulled around the length of the hospital bed and plopped right in front of the bride. 

She’s absolutely stunning, from head to toe; her dress fitting her like a glove, showing off every curve and asset she owns. If Tommy liked women, he’s sure he’d fall for a woman just like her. Her eyes turn to them and she breaks out in a smile that reminds him so much of her brother- eyes crinkling in the corner in that same adorable way.

“Buck!” She breathes, as if she’s been holding on to that for a while.

“Hey, Maddie.” He says, suddenly seeming a little bit shy. “I have someone for you to meet.” He pulls Tommy a bit closer, keeping his hand on his bicep. Maddie turns to him.

“Oo!” She says excitedly, clapping, eyes glittering with sibling mischief. “Is this the hot pilot guy?” She turns to him without waiting for a reply. “Tommy, right?”

At this moment he’s eternally glad for the soot covering his face because he’s absolutely certain it would be a five alarm fire with how hard he’s blushing. He’s so embarrassed it takes him a long second to realize that he recognizes her voice; he’s heard her hundreds of times over dispatch and his nerves lessen, his broad shoulders relaxing. “I’d offer you my hand but…” He lifts it from his cake plate and shows her the aftermath of the fire he’s bringing home with him. Not offended in the least, she laughs.

“I think a little bit of soot is the least of my worries. I am marrying into a firehouse afterall.” She says affectionately, turning to look at her husband and daughter, Chimney feeding Jee miniscule bites of cake as she giggles gleefully, chasing after Chim’s fork as he zooms it away from her. Tommy can feel the swell of love radiating from her and he’s never been more glad than he is right now for a case closed. He’s only just met Maddie, but he knows Chimney, and the two of them deserve the world.

“Okay well, that’s enough of that. I’m starving.” Buck announces loudly.

Chimney looks at him and shrugs, only somewhat apologetic as he says, “Sorry Buck, the catering was canceled seeing as I was at Death’s door for most of the day and no one knew if I’d be around to eat it.” Maddie slaps him, hard, on his upper arm. “Ow.” He whines, narrowing his eyes at her.

Tommy waits for a joke about starting out abusive, but it never comes. There’s a story about that, but there’ll be time for that later.

Bucks expression falls and, if he was a dog, one hundred percent his tail would be hanging limply behind him, big eyes round and sad. Tommy’s heart does a flip, and he feels the urge, a need, to get this man anything he wants just so he keeps on smiling. A moment later his own stomach growls, loudly announcing to everyone around him that he’s been so busy the past twenty-four hours that he can’t actually remember the last time he consumed real, non-granola, food. His face pinkens yet again and he coughs. Chimney snorts, failing to hold back a laugh.

“Sorry about that.” He runs a hand through his hair, dislodging some soot that had settled there, sheepish grin on his lips. He’s trying not to draw attention to himself, he’s an outsider after all, but his body is working against him as his stomach gurgles once more. Not to mention the adrenaline crash he’s experiencing as he opens his mouth in a wide, jaw unhinging, yawn. It’s like, now that he’s seen his friend, and seen Buck, his brain is finally catching up to all that it’s missed, and if he doesn’t get those needs met right now, things are going to go south pretty damn quick. “Oh God, I’m so sorry.” He says again through a closed fist as he tries to stifle another yawn.

He’s so out of it he doesn’t even register the way Buck has an arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him close and helping to keep him afloat. Later, once he’s slept an entire day, he’ll remember to feel guilty about getting Buck’s blue sweatshirt dirty but right now, Buck’s the only thing keeping him on his feet.

Maddie stands and approaches him, grabbing both of his large hands in her much smaller, much smoother ones, a worried look on her face as says, “Oh God, don’t even worry about it. You came here right after a shift, right? I can’t even imagine how exhausted you are.” She looks him over, seeming to only register his gear for the first time. “You’re even still in your gear!”

From the bed, Jee snuggles deep into Chimney’s side, eyes closed as she breathes deep and steady - she was so worried for her dad that she’s worn herself out - Chimney says, “Hey man, we get it. I’m just glad you were able to make it, even if it was only for the cake.”

“A man never says no to free food.” Tommy replies, blinking slowly, each time finding it more difficult to open his eyelids.

“Uh-huh. I’m sure that’s the only reason you came rushing over.” Hen says from somewhere behind them, a teasing smile in her voice. “It has nothing to do with seeing a certain someone as soon as possible.”

Tommy shrugs, not denying it. “I promised to be his date, and I’m a man of my word.” He can’t see the way Buck blushes, turning his face into Tommy’s arm to hide it. “But also I was promised free food, though I guess wedding cake will suffice.” Hen and Karen snort, one of them squeezing his shoulder in a friendly gesture.

“I can still promise you free food.” Buck says, patting Tommy’s bicep that his fingers are still curled around. “But I think we should get you home first.”

“I agree.” Chimney says simply with a flick of his hand as if shooing them out. “I appreciate you coming, Tommy, I really do. You’re a good friend.” Tommy’s heart warms. He knows that he was a little shit when they first met, so the fact that Chimney forgave him enough to allow him to be here on his special day fills him with joy.

Maddie pumps his still clasped hands up and down and nods emphatically. “Let’s get together, the four of us, once we’re all feeling more like ourselves. I have so much to tell you about little Buck here and I want to know you better, too.” Tommy manages a genuine smile, though it feels like his lips are glued together by molasses, and nods. “Go get some sleep, Tommy. It was really great to meet you. Buck.” She lets go and puts her hands on her hips, a mother hen as always, “You take him straight home you hear? Take good care of him.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Buck replies, giving her what can only be described as a sarcastic salute. Maddie chuckles and shakes her head lovingly. “Anyway, we’ll catch you later Mads. Love you.” He leans over and kisses her on the cheek. She mouths love you, too as she follows her husband's lead and shoo’s them from the room. Many eyes follow their path, especially with Buck leading him by the hand, but Tommy is so far gone he doesn’t have the energy to care.

He stumbles through the hospital with only the sound of Buck’s footsteps to guide him as it’s impossible for him to keep his eyes open now. They make it to the parking lot and slowly to Buck’s Jeep where Tommy is guided into the passenger side, followed by the subtle click of his seatbelt. “Hey, Tommy, need your address bud. Or do you want to stop by Harbor and drop off your uniform first?” Buck rubs his arm, and it feels so good. Big, and probably warm though he can’t feel it through his protective gear and all he wants to do is lean into it. It’s too much work to speak. “Tommy?” Buck cups his cheek, very gently shaking him back to wakefulness. “I’ll take that to mean straight home. Can you at least open Google maps so it can give me directions?” Tommy mumbles incoherently and chooses to fumble for his phone instead of replying, handing it over before slumping against the door, the cool glass feeling like heaven against his skin. Buck’s chuckle is the last thing he hears as he drops out of consciousness and into the land of dreams.

Tommy doesn’t wake again until Buck nudges him, quietly informing Tommy that they’ve arrived at home. He blinks his eyes open slowly, feeling like the Sandman has visited and left his dust in Tommy’s eyes, the edges caked with sleep crust. It takes another long second for his eyes to focus and when they do he notices two large brown bags on his front step, dark with grease along the bottom. “Evan?” He questions, unable to stop the yawn that follows.

“I know for a fact that you haven’t eaten in at least twenty-four hours and cake does not a meal make.” He reaches up and strokes Tommy’s cheek with the back of his hand, the caress gentle and feeling heavenly against his unshaven stubble. “You fell asleep so fast after we got in the car that I couldn’t ask what you wanted, so I hope Indian is okay. It should still be warm, I ordered it just before we left.” Tommy doesn’t hesitate to nod, feeling warm, fluttery feelings when Evan breaks out into a grin. “Good. I got a ton of stuff. Let’s get you inside.” He hops out without an answer and comes to help Tommy out. They make their way to the front door where Tommy guides Evan to an extra key hidden inside his mailbox, with a magnet to keep it from falling.

Once they’re indoors, and Evan has the food situated on the kitchen island, he comes back to Tommy and begins to help him undress without asking. Tommy lets him, each limb like a lead block, hardly able to hold them up long enough for the man to get each arm out. Once disrobed, Evan drops the suspenders off his shoulders and shuffles the pants down off his hips before guiding him to a chair where he forces Tommy to sit. With practiced ease he undoes the older man’s work boots, setting them aside to be cleaned and polished later, and then the heavy protective pants that he throws into the pile over his shoulder. Already Tommy’s limbs feel lighter, but he knows there’s more to come.

Evan stands before running a hair through Tommy’s curls, scratching lightly at the base of his neck. The gesture is affectionate and Tommy wants to lean into it like a cat. “Why don’t you go shower and I’ll get food ready?”

“Don’t wanna.” He whines, lifting his arms enough to wrap around Evan’s waist, pulling him close enough that he can rub his forehead against his firm stomach like a petulant child. “Just wanna sleep.” Another yawn. Long fingers brush his scalp.

“C’mon Tommy, you’ll feel disgusting in the morning if you don’t shower. Do you… want me to help?” There’s shyness in his question, quite a bit of hesitation but a hint of desire as well. But Tommy is too tired to want for anything more than his bed so he shakes his head. “Then get going. It’ll only get harder the longer you hold off.” Tommy snorts which earns him a smack in the back of the head. “Get going.” Bucks tries to put on his no nonsense voice, but he’s so cute that Tommy can’t take him seriously. Evan can be serious, like when he’s working for example, but a situation really has to call for it. Any other time he just looks like a kid with puffed out cheeks pretending to be a grown up and Tommy loves it; he thinks it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

He stubbornly holds on for a few minutes longer, rubbing his soot stained face all over that blue sweatshirt, it was already a lost cause so Tommy would just buy him another, before heaving a long, put upon sigh. Evan was totally correct about how much he’d hate waking up still caked in yesterday’s disaster so, channeling as much inner strength as possible, he pushes himself away from… his boyfriend… and stands for the shower.

“Tommy.” Evan calls his name and he turns, surprised yet again as Evan kisses him once more, feather light against his lips. “I’m proud of you. And thank you. For making the effort today. I know how exhausted you must be.”

This time it was Tommy who leans in to plant a kiss, licking his bottom one teasingly. “Like I said, I’m a man of my words. You may have saved the food debacle but I remember you promising me a dance. I mean, obviously not right now because a corpse would have more energy and vigor than I do at the moment but in the near future for sure.” He says these words so close that he can feel his own breath radiating back from Evan’s lips which prompts him to kiss him once more before turning and making a serious effort to make it to the shower. He misses the flush of Evan’s cheeks and the way he smiles as he touches his lips, licking them with slightly dilated pupils. He’s not sure he would have the strength to walk away if he saw something so beautiful.

By the time he finishes in the shower, Evan laid out clean comfy clothes and a new pair of boxer briefs on the bathroom counter for him, his boyfriend has dished out two heaping plates of food, which smells divine. Tommy’s stomach gives an appreciative grumble which makes the blond smile wide. “Wanna watch a movie while we eat?” Tommy knows he won’t be awake long enough to watch anything but nods anyway. It was better than sitting in silence.

Buck grabs both plates, and both sets of silverware, and leads the way into the living room where a huge L-shape couch takes up most of the space, across from a massive 65” flatscreen. Buck settles into the edge seat, reclining as soon as he realizes he’s able to and pats the place right next to him. Tommy smiles and shakes his head, grabbing the remote from the coffee table and plopping down a few inches from Buck. The boy is having none of it and pouts until Tommy moves closer, snuggling deep into his side. Buck hands him his plate, setting his own on his lap and eating with one hand so that he can keep the other draped around Tommy. He feels warm. And safe. And kept.

His heart feels so full.

They spend the next ten minutes debating over what to watch before settling on something they’ve both seen a million times before, a generic rom-com that plays every year on the Hallmark channel, and truly settle in.

Tommy doesn’t even make it ten bites in. He’s just so cozy. His hand lowers until it settles in his lap, the fork prongs still stuck with lamb curry. His head rolls to the side, nestling against Evan’s broad chest and soon he’s lulled into sleep by the steady thump of his heart. He can’t remember even falling asleep. All he knows is that nothing has felt more right.

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Buck devours his food at lightning speed as he focuses on the TV, caught up in the cheesy storyline. It takes him a long time to realize that Tommy’s body has grown heavier. When he does, he feels his chest constrict, in that good way that happens when your heart just feels so full it could burst. His attention is drawn fully away from the screen now as he gazes at… his boyfriend’s… sleeping face, the taut lines of exhaustion gone in the throes of complete relaxation, his soot covered cheeks clean of any evidence of the hardship he faced.

Buck runs his thumb down the center of Tommy’s face, over his nose and his lips and the tiny cleft in his chin he loves so much, simply admiring him.

He doesn’t know how he got so lucky; he never would’ve thought that he would one day be in a relationship with a man, even knowing that he knew something was missing in his life, he made the assumption that one day it would be a woman who would fill the void, but he wouldn’t change a thing. He’s not sure if he’s ready to commit to the L word with Tommy, but he truly believes that with time he can get there. Hanging out with him, laughing with him and going on silly dates. Introducing him the way he deserves and loving him like no others before him. Buck wants it all.

Grinning, he leans down and presses his lips into soft brown curls while removing the plate from Tommy’s lap, setting it aside. He turns off the TV, quieting the room before maneuvering the man into a lying position, using one of the decorative pillows under his head and grabbing the throw off the back of the couch to cover him with. He does his best to tuck him in snug before grabbing another blanket and throwing it over himself, tucking it under Tommy’s head before settling in, one hand resting against his boyfriend's neck, thumb stroking soft circles in a soothing manner.

Getting comfy, his own eyes slid shut. Yeah, today was hellish but all’s well that ends well.

He’ll deal with the leftovers tomorrow he thinks, before joining Tommy in the land of dreams..

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we could be more | dean winchester | 19

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE - PART ONE

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD - LORDE 

I coughed, cringing. “This place is musty. What am I kidding? I’m in a coffin. Ok, uh, transportation spell, that’s the basics.” I held my finger out, drawing a rune in the air. Next thing I knew, I was on solid Earth ground. My shirt had a rip and blood stained it, but no stab wound. Nothing. 

“What the hell?” I panted, looking around. “Nah, I just came from there, didn’t I? Where am I?” I took out my phone, dialling Dean, but the call immediately cut. “Damn it!” 

I started walking, muttering under my breath. “I’m dead. Or at least I’m meant to be dead. But that doesn’t make a lick of sense. I’d only be brought back if…” I stopped. 

I’m gonna kill him. Give him an early ticket. 

“YOU SON OF A-“

I knocked on a motel door after five hours of intense tracking, furious. And as soon as it opened, I pressed my forearm against Dean’s collarbone, shoving him into the wall beside the door. His eyes widened upon seeing me, eyebrows furrowing while he tried to pry himself from the wall, but I shoved him against it harder.

“You don’t have long left, do you? Huh?” I growled, but the look on his face was disbelieving. “You shot me, Dean, I’m meant to be six feet under right now.” Then he switched the positions, turning us around as he pinned me to the wall instead, both hands held above my head. His eyes raked up and down my body, lingering on every scar I had. I could feel his breath on me, fanning against my lips in a consistent rhythm.

“You picked the wrong person to become, shapeshifter. Or are you a demon? If so, it’s sick to possess a dead woman’s body.” Dean retorted, his face dangerously close to mine. 

“I’m really Ivy, you dumbass.” 

“Prove it.”  

“How?”

”Tell me something only she’d know.” 

“Your name is Dean Henry Winchester. You’re afraid of flying, have a lucky pair of socks that you wear when we confront the spirit on a hunt and…” I thought for a moment, “you and I had sex on November the 16th, 2006.” 

His grip faltered, and the hard look in his eyes changed to one of hope, relief and something I couldn’t put my finger on. “It’s you. It’s really you.” 

”Who else?” I grimaced, and he hugged me, stroking my hair as his tears soaked my shoulder. But when he stepped back…

I decked him in the face. 

“Ow-“ 

“HOW MUCH TIME DO YOU HAVE LEFT, YOU MORON?!” 

“What do you mean-“ 

“You made a deal, right?” I snapped. “A deal to bring me back? How long’s left? Ten years, five, thirty minutes?!” 

“I didn’t make a deal!” 

“Liar!” 

“Look at me, Beanie.” He took my face, making me stare into his green eyes, which were intently boring into me. “Do I look like I’m lyin’ to you?” 

I sighed, taking a step back and turning away to think. I ran a hand through my hair, then both over my face. “I’m sorry. I’ve been jumpy since… hell.” 

“What happened?” 

“I…” I gulped, debating whether or not to tell. “I can’t remember.” 

“You can’t?” 

“Not a lick.” I shrugged. “But if you didn’t make a deal, who did?” 

“James hasn’t, neither have Bobby, Jo, the works.” 

It hit me, and I sank onto the sofa.

“Dad.”

“Hey, Dean?” Sam called when he walked in, and he dropped the bag of groceries when the first thing he saw was me. “Ivy?” 

“Before you do the whole ‘tell me something only Ivonne Rainer would know’ shtick, I know your favourite pair of underwear is your Star Wars pair.” I smirked, and he let out a breathless laugh. 

“So it is you.” 

“Surprise!” I grinned, and we instantly hugged each other, and he stammered. 

“H-How?” 

“Dad.” I gulped. “He made a deal. I checked with Bobby; he died thirty minutes before I woke up.” 

“The guilt must have gotten to him.” Sam grimaced. “I’m sorry.” 

“I mean, I don’t feel that bothered.” I shrugged. “After what he did to Quinn, prepping me like a lamb for slaughter, I…” I sighed, shaking my head. “I can’t ever forgive him for that. Even if he gave his life for mine. Even so, I’m on ground zero again. No blood relatives, except for Bobby, but he’s pretty much the best option I have. And I’m glad he is.” I picked up a cloth, taking out my gun (Dean gave it back) and cleaning my blood off. 

“Do you have the… bullet scar?” I checked myself, then pulled down my shirt’s collar. Right on my collarbone, there was a visible light brown circle. Then I lifted it up by the hem, a faint line there. 

“Yeah.” 

“What- what’s that on your, um, above chest area?” I frowned, then pulled off my shirt, going to the mirror. And there it was, a tattoo on my collarbone. It read:

ησ яєѕт ƒσя тнє ωι¢кє∂

“No rest for the wicked.” I whispered. “What?” 

“People usually say that to say that sinners await total damnation in hell.” 

“Well, I just came from there, and I’m not going back.”

We pulled up at a small restaurant, and Sam and I were going to go pick up the food from inside. 

“Hey, don’t forget the extra onions this time, huh?” Dean lectured, handing us the money. 

“We’re going to be the ones riding with ‘extra onions’.” I scoffed, getting out of the car with Sam, both of us walking towards the building. 

“AND DON’T FORGET MY PIE! I LOVE ME SOME PIE!” 

“Yeah, right.” I chuckled. 

“First meal since hell.” Sam grinned, and I stiffened up a bit, but I loosened myself, hoping he didn’t notice. 

“Better be a good one, then.” We strolled in, and started ordering stuff from the waiter, but then everything went black.

I opened my eyes, finding myself in an abandoned building. I stood up, peering at the place, which was dark, with the exception of the one window, and shabby, and smelt rank. 

“What the hell?” I breathed, then used my elbow to bust the window open. I cleared the glass, climbing out and looking at the surroundings. “Is this some sort of arena or something? And where’s Sam? Sam, you there?! You anywhere? SAM!” 

“IS THAT BOSTON LADY?!” A scruffy looking guy pelted out of a house, and I instantly recognised him. 

“Andy?” I called, running over, and he did too.

“You’re that cool girl, right?” He panted. “Y-You gave me that sick gun that I killed my evil twin brother with. Issy?” 

“Close. It’s Ivy.”

”Ivy. Right. I don’t feel safe right now, so it’s good that you’re here cause if I get jumped I’ll have no idea what to do.” He took me by my shoulders, shaking me. “Help me.” 

“That’s what I’m here for, now c’mon, we need to get inside, grab anything that can be used as a weapon and hide, ok?” I patted him on the back, urging him into the next building. “Go! In front of me, now!” We went inside, and I gave Andy a pole that I found, taking out my gun and walking to the edge of the door, holding it up. My ears pricked up when I heard a small clunk, and in his panic, Andy stepped on a creaky plank of wood. I gave him a look, making him mouth sorry, so I gestured him to step back. 

A plank of wood emerged from the doorframe, so when the wielder stepped in I shouldered them into the door, then took the collar of their shirt and shoved them into the floor, holding my gun to their head- 

It’s Sam.

”Sam.” I sighed, removing the gun. “I almost killed you.” 

“I’m glad you didn’t.” Sam chuckled, and I helped him up, checking him. 

“Did you get hurt?” 

“No blemishes so far.” 

“Good.” 

Then Sam looked over my shoulder. “Andy?” 

“Sam!” Andy exclaimed. “What are you two doing here?” 

“We don’t know.” 

“What am I doing here?!” 

“We don’t know.” 

“Where are we?!” 

“Andy,” I grimaced, “calm down.” 

“I can’t calm down!” He yelled. “I just woke up in freaking Frontierland!” 

“Ok, what’s the last thing you remember?” 

“Honestly? My fourth bong load. It was weird. All of a sudden, there was this really intense smell. Like, uh…” 

“Like sulfur?” Sam asked. 

“Yeah. How did you know that?” 

“Sam.” I gasped. “Dean.” 

“Is he- is he here?” 

“Nope.” I shook my head, pacing. “We don’t know where he is, or if he’s even alive.” Then we heard screaming, so we followed it to a house where there was banging on the door. 

“Help me! Help me, please!” A woman cried out. 

“We’re here, ok? We’re gonna get you out.” 

“Please!” 

“Alright, give me a second.” I clicked off my gun, shooting the padlock and opening the door to see Ava Wilson, the girl who Sam was with when Gordon hunted us down. 

“Ava?” Sam frowned. 

“Sam! I’m so glad you’re here!” She tightly hugged him, and Andy smirked. 

“Well,” He joked, “looks like you two know each other.” 

“Not like that, buddy.” I whispered to him.

Ava let Sam go, looking around desperately. “How did you—I mean, how did you—” 

Sam looked her up and down, then around, unconsciously mimicking her. “Ava, have you been here this whole time?” 

“What whole time? I woke up in here, like, thirty minutes ago.” 

“Ava, you’ve been gone for five months.” I informed bluntly. 

“Don’t sugarcoat it.” Sam murmured. 

“That’s sugarcoating it, mate.” 

“Okay, that’s impossible, because I saw you two days ago.” Ava refused indignantly. 

“You didn’t. I’m sorry.” Sam apologised. 

“But… that makes no sense. That’s not—oh my God! My fiancée, Brady! If I’ve been missing for that long, he must be freaking out!” 

“Well…” She gasped upon realising, and then her gaze turned on Andy. 

“Hey. Andy.” Andy waved. “Also freaking out.” 

“Ok…” Ava rounded on me, close to hysterical. “What’s happening?” 

“I’m as in the dark as you are, ok?” I replied. “All we need to do is stick together-“ 

“Is anybody there?” A male voice called out.

”There’s more?” We headed towards the voice, finding a guy dressed in an army suit and a blonde haired girl with folded arms. “Hello? Hey! Hey, you guys all right?” 

“We think so.” The guy nodded. 

“I’m Sam.” Sam said.

“Jake.” 

“Ivy.” I smiled. 

“Lily.” The girl whispered, making me stiffen up again. Lily, huh?

“Are there any more of you?” 

“No.” She quivered. “How did we even get here? A minute ago, I was in San Diego.” 

“If it makes you feel any better,” Jake shrugged, “I just fell asleep in Afghanistan.” 

“Let me take a wild guess: you two are both twenty-three?” Sam asked. “We all are, except one. And we all have abilities.” 

“What?” 

“Started around last year, with the exception of one-“ 

“And who’s that one?” 

“That’s me, chucklehead.” I announced, lifting my hand. “Ivonne Rainer, twenty seven years old, nice to meet you. And my abilities started eight years ago.” 

“Aren’t you special?” Lily snivelled. 

“Watch your tongue, cause my powers aren’t desirable to face.” 

“I can put thoughts into people’s heads.” Andy explained eagerly. “Like, make them do stuff. But don’t worry, it, I don’t think it works on you guys. Oh, but get this- I’ve been practicing. Training my brain, like meditation. So now, it’s not just thoughts I can beam out, but images, too.” 

“I have visions. Psychic stuff.” Sam added. 

“So, you go, ‘Simon says give me your wallet’, and they do?” Lily scoffed, then turned to Sam. “You have visions? That’s great! I’d kill for something like that.” 

“Lily, listen, it’s okay—” 

“No. It’s not. I touch people? Their hearts stop. I can barely leave my house. My life’s not exactly improved. So, screw you. I just wanna go home.” 

“Hey, Lily, we all do.” I cut in. “But right now? I don’t think we can.” 

“What can you do, then?” 

“I’m a witch. Not a normal one, like Harry Potter, no. I don’t use a wand, I use my mind. And my hands. It’s more of a curse than a blessing.” 

“How could that possibly be a curse?” 

“Because these powers killed my brother. They became a conduit for people to murder my family. And, about a year ago, I was branded with some rune that stopped me from using ‘em. You don’t wanna know the rest, but it involves my ex-boyfriend dying.” 

“Damn.” Jake breathed. 

“Damn indeed. Which brings me onto my next piece of relevant information. We weren’t brought here by a who, we were brought here by a what.” I faced everyone, prepared to break the news. “We were brought here by a demon.” 

“What?!” Ava gasped. 

“You heard me. There’s a war that’s gonna happen. We’re meant to fight in it.” 

“So, we’re soldiers in a demon war to bring on the Apocalypse?” Jake scoffed. 

Sam shrugged. “Well, when you put it like that-“ 

“And, and we’ve been picked?” 

“Yes.” 

“Why us?” 

“We’re not sure, ok?” I snapped. 

“Why are you so hopped up?” 

“I’ll tell you why.” I seethed, running a hand through my hair. “I was brought back to life yesterday and now I’m thrown into a war which now I realise my brother was meant to fight.” 

“Wait.” Lily frowned. “You were dead yesterday?” 

“Dead for three months, compadre, but my dad made a deal with a demon that killed him. That kind of thing isn’t ideal, never try it, ok? When my brother died, the power that was meant to go to him went to me instead, for reasons unknown. Being put into a FRICKIN’ DEMON WAR isn’t exactly how I wanna spend my Sunday. And I’m sure it’s not for any of you either.” 

Sam sighed. “Look, I know it sounds crazy, but—“ 

“It doesn’t just sound it.” Jake scoffed. 

“I don’t really care what you think, okay? If we’re all gathered here together, then that means it’s starting and that we’ve gotta—” 

“The only thing I’ve gotta do is stay away from wackjobs, okay?” He started retreating. “I’ve heard enough. I’m better off on my own. FYI, so are you.” 

“Jake, stop. Look, Jake-“ Sam jogged after Jake, while I turned back to the other three. 

“Ok,” I sighed, “Get into that church there.” I pointed to a church at the side. “Password is, I dunno, guacamole. You hear that, you open the door. You don’t? Don’t think about it.” 

“Why should we listen to you?” Lily huffed, crossing her arms again. 

I pulled out my gun, smiling. “Cause I’ve got a gun. Go, hide.” They ran off, and I took a look around, but then everything went darker. 

“Ivonne Rainer.” I turned around to see a man there, smirking. “Fancy seeing you here.” 

“You’re Yellow Eyes, aren’t you?” I asked, and he blinked, showing me his true eye colour. 

“You got me. But we’re here to discuss you. Now, little Carter, but if he was alive, he wouldn’t be so little, was meant to be in your place, but somehow his specialness got transferred to you.” 

“So- wait - I’m not meant to be here?” I frowned, shaking my head. 

“No, you’re not.” 

“And you didn’t transfer these godforsaken abilities to me either?” 

“Nein.” He grinned. “But, I have to say, you’re doing pretty well for a replacement. Especially after your rendezvous to hell, well, your powers are stronger than ever. They’re… potent. Useful.” 

“Useful for what?” 

“Well, all this isn’t a little get together for soldiers.” He walked up to me, that sick smirk that all evil masterminds do on his face. “This… is survival of the fittest.” 

“What?” 

“I have an army waiting. But where comes an army, comes a leader. I need a strong, capable person to stand at the head of the army and take over the world - and, well, Sammy Winchester is the horse I’m betting on. Somehow, you’re not a part of it. Just a bystander in the face of total annihilation.” 

“Yeah, so I’m supposed to watch as people die?” 

“Took the words out of my mouth, girlie. Or you can help take the weaker ones off the board for me.” 

“I’m actually glad Carter isn’t here to experience this.” I growled. “You’re sick.” 

“I’m smart, dear, there’s a difference. The moment they find out that this is a fight to the death, they’ll become feral. Putting you in would hardly be fair, don’t you think? Look at you. The oldest. You’ve had your powers the longest, and that’s a very nice advantage. Even without them, you still managed extremely well, even for my standards. The man downstairs is impressed.” He jerked his head towards the church. “Those squirrels in there? You’d rip them apart without a second glance.” He chuckled. “Turn ‘em into chum for the sharks.” 

“Yeah, right.” 

“Yeah, I’m right, glad you agree.” He smirked, then gave me a ‘see where I’m coming from’ look. “You know it as well as I do. You went nice on that hunter. What was his name? Ah, Gordon.” The name struck a nerve, but I held it. “You and I both know you were itching to put that bullet through his brain instead of his foot.” 

I rolled my eyes, laughing cynically. “I’m not a psychopath. Deal with it.” 

“Then there was the time you were being possessed by your sister. You had the chops to fight back, but why didn’t you?” He stared straight into my soul, then nodded knowingly. “I know why. You wanted it.”

”Shut up.”

”It’s more than you’d like to admit, but you wanted to harm those who came in your way. Before you knew your father was a stinking coward and frankly a waste of your precious time, you wanted revenge on the Winchester boys for what their dad did.” 

“Shut up.” 

“But it was an on and off thing for you because, well, Sammy’s your Carter replacement and you have what’s called a mini-crush on Dean-o.” 

“I said shut up, you son of a-“ 

“Oh, but I’m not done yet. Then when it came to hurting them, you had so much anger that it was easy to harness. Then your dad, well, that was a different story. In actuality, you weren’t possessed at the time. Quinn let you go- great solider of mine, by the way- just to see what you could do. And you shot that sick son of a gun-“ 

“I SAID SHUT IT!” My eyes glowed red as I held my hand out, and his throat glowed red as he choked on the energy I was forcing down his throat. I grinned, the thrill of it rushing through my veins by the second. This felt good. Screw that, it felt amazing. “I don’t know who you think you are, Yellow Eyes, but I’m takin’ none of this from you. I don’t want to rip them apart if they hurt Sam, but you? I’d have no greater pleasure-“ Then the setting disappeared, and reappeared again, with Yellow Eyes behind me again. 

“You’re not going to tell them the truth.” He smirked, and I moved to repeat the treatment, but he held his finger up to signal that he wasn’t going to taunt me any longer. “I know it. Because you want to assess them, find out which one to shoot first. Good call.” 

“Get out of my head.” 

“As you wish.” The surroundings brightened again, and the first thing I heard was Ava’s screams. I ran towards it, and Lily was hanging from the windmill. 

Kill #1. 

“I leave to assess the area for thirty minutes…” I lied, exchanging a look with Sam. 

“Okay, that’s officially—Sam, she’s dead! She’s dead!” Ava cried hysterically. “You said we were chosen for a reason. That is not chosen! That’s killed! Okay, we have to get out of here.” 

“Stop.” Sam ordered. 

“I second that emotion.” Andy gulped. 

“Not sure that’s an option.” Jake frowned. 

Ava sobbed, confused. “What?” 

“Lily was trying to leave.” I explained, biting my lip. “She was killed. That means neither can we. Jake, get her down. Sam, we need Dean, a cell, something. Demon took my phone, but not my gun.” 

“Alright.” Jake went off to get Lily down, while Andy raised his hand.

”You know, you may not need one.” He stammered. “I’ve never tried it long-distance before, but do you have anything of Dean’s on you? Like, something he touched?”

Sam searched his pockets for a moment, then turned to me. “He’s touched Ivy.” 

“He’s touched you too!” I snapped. 

“But he’s… touched, touched you.” 

“That kiss did say something.” Andy smirked, then gestured for me to hold out my arm. “If I’m doing this with humans, it’s your message that’s projected. So you’re gonna have to work hard to get it to him. There may be a headache.”

”I don’t care.” I sighed, rolling up my sleeve and holding my arm out. “Do it.” He took my forearm, concentrating for a second, then I felt my mind transport to wherever Dean was. I entered his mind, then thought about the place we were at, with the bell, projecting it to him. I could feel him receiving it, but then there was a ringing sound and a sharp pain, so I pulled out, wrenching my arm out of Andy’s. “I think it worked. If not, well, we’re screwed.”

“Your brother.” Andy started while we were lining salt. “He was meant to be like us?” 

“Yep.” I nodded. “Then I got these blasted abilities. I’m actually glad it was me and not him, really. He wouldn’t have to go through all this hell.” 

“Sounds like you’ve went through it.” 

“Mhmm, just came back from 20 years of it.” 

“Nice one.” He laughed, then realised. “You can’t be serious.” 

“Deadly.” I replied smoothly, then chuckled. “Welcome to my world, buddy.”

”As soon as this is over, I wanna get out of it.” 

“Fair enough. I would if I were you.” 

“If I really think about it, though, after what just happened to Lily, the ones who actually have a chance of making it are you and Sam.” 

“What makes you say that?” 

“Look at you two. You know what you’re doing. The rest of us? We’re following after you and you know what happens when people lag behind in a horror movie.” 

“You could end up surviving.” I shrugged. “Don’t rule it out.” 

“I could, but it’s unlikely. My powers are useless here.” 

“They’re useful out there, remember that.” Sam came back in with Jake and a weeping Ava. “Place secure?” 

“Affirmative.” Jake nodded. 

“Alright, we can sleep now. Thank goodness.”

I woke up to screaming, so I instantly leapt up, sprinting towards the source. 

“Who we are, Sam.” Ava chuckled, standing on a mangled Andy. I instantly felt like a knife stabbed through me; I’d told him to keep his head up. And here he was, dead. I felt the same anger i’d had with Yellow Eyes flood my head, building up by the second. “If you'd just quit your hand-wringing and open yourself up, you have no idea what you can do. The learning curve is so fast, it’s crazy, the switches that just flip in your brain. I can’t believe I started out just having dreams. Do you know what I can do now?” 

“Control demons.” Sam muttered. 

“Ah, you are quick on the draw. Yeah, I’m sorry, Sam. But, it’s over-“ I pulled out my gun, shooting Ava in the back of the neck, watching her fall to the floor. 

“Hell of a shot.” Jake gulped from behind me. 

“I know. Let’s get out of here.” I frowned, looking down at Andy’s body.

 Kill #2 and #3. 

“You’d rip them apart.” 

He wasn’t wrong.  

“I think we can make it out of here now.” Sam thought aloud, but Jake stopped him. 

“But the Acheri demon…” He trailed off. 

”No, Ava was summoning it. It shouldn’t come back now that she’s gone. We gotta go.” 

“Not ‘we’, Sam. Only one of us is getting out of here with Ivy. I, I’m sorry.” 

“S-Sam, he’s not letting us go. Only one. Now, if we don’t play along, he’ll kill us both. Now, I-I like you, man. I do. But do the math here. What good’s it do for both of us to die? Now, I can get out of here. I get close to the demon, I can kill him.” 

“Jake, don’t.” I warned. “Don’t-“ He punched Sam, making him fly into a fence. Then he cracked my head against a pillar, and I collapsed, holding my head. Everything went blurry for a while, until it cleared up all of a sudden and I could see Jake about to deliver what could have been a coup de grace to Sam. I stood up, my eyes glowing red as I moved my hands, lifting Jake into the air and into the wall opposite, making him fall forward after the impact. I had nothing in my head, just protect Sammy playing on a loop. He stumbled forward, so I made a pole levitate and smack him in the head, rendering him unconscious. 

“You still got it, then.” Sam panted, standing up. 

“Looks like it.” I breathed, looking down at Jake like he was dirt on my boot. “Douche.” 

“SAM?! BEANIE?!” The voice gave me relief, all the previous anger washing away when I heard Dean, a chuckle escaping me.

“DEAN!” We ran towards Dean and Bobby, who were running with flashlights. 

“Sam, look out!” Then a familiar stabbing sound ripped through the air, and Sam gasped and my eyes glowed red for a second, what felt like the same pain tearing through me as my knees threatened to give way. Jake twisted the knife before taking it out, running off with Bobby hot on his heels. I caught Sam before he fell, lowering him to his knees while Dean slid on his own to reach us. “No, Sam.” Sam’s head fell onto my shoulder, but I pushed it back up. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Sam. Sam! Hey! Hey, hey. Come here. Let me look at you.” I bit back tears, placing my palm on Sam’s wound, but it came back with a startling amount of blood. I felt like i’d break down, the reality weighing on me, but I tried to remain strong. For Dean. “Dean, he’s-“ 

“It’s not even that bad.” Dean chuckled, deceiving himself. “It’s not even that bad, all right? Sammy? Sam! Hey, listen to me. We’re gonna patch you up, okay? You’ll be good as new. Huh? I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna take care of you. I’ve got you. That’s my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother?” Sam’s head kept wobbling, but he gave no response. “Sam? Sam! Sam! Sammy!” Sam’s eyes slid shut and he went limp, and Dean broke. 

“I’m so sorry, Sam.” I whispered, stroking his hair. “I’m so sorry.” 

“No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, God. Oh, God.” Dean muttered, taking Sam and cradling him. 

“I could’ve…” 

“SAM!”

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Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 17 Adoration

(Spoilers as this episode is out before other ones)

-Andre bonding with the child Audrey the supposed love of his life had with another man.

-I pity that man, changed everything about himself for love… it’s actually kind of sad. Because it’s clear he fell for the wrong person.

-Zoe got someone she is in love with. I’d say it’s Marinette, because she has LITERALLY no other people she has seen interacting with. But I doubt it will appear since this is an international show. So my bet is they will imply it without saying it, plus, Zoe doesn’t show the photo she was gonna bury.

-oh so Zoe is in 8th grade while Marinette is in 9th grade. So at least that conforms Audrey cheated on Andre AFTER having Chloe, Damn

-so those two are the reps. Also. Marc is a year younger than them. Interesting

-oh the zoenette is strong in this one

-The storage of all the gifts she made for Adrien, which needs cleaning out. Guess Marinette chilled out about things. Good on her.

-huh… this is the first time we actually get a full on tour of her room. (We see it a lot, but never knew how she divided her stuff up. Neat.

-Oh the hidden adrien simp board is new. Love the touch. (I love the little sticky drawings)

-That probably hurt Zoe more than she would let on.

-not gonna lie I know Andre isn’t his real name, but I get why he changed it. It’s a mouthful.

-the butlers name is Armand!?

-Zoe knows everyone in the hotel. Good. Glad that girl is respectful to the people that help run the place. (Zoe + 3 respect)

-And Chloe and Sabrina are there… what a shock (not really)

- Yea the show really just removed any and all character development they had for Chloe and squeezed it into Zoe. Points for Zoe standing up to Chloe.

-At least Audrey is still in character.

-Andre really be like (I prefer the daughter that was born from another man banging my wife than my own) points to the Simp mayor

-I take it back Anax as a nickname sounds kind of dope

-You ever just see a character on screen and hope a piano falls on him? Yes I’m talking about Gabriel that sterilized tampon

-now Nathalie here being the GOAT with only one line. Respect for Nathalie. Girl really gave up on her simp tendencies and decided to just be the mother Adrien needs

-Gabriel really be the worst. Looks like Lila gonna cook up something

-seems Zoe forgot about the photo is out. Which I bet will cause a misunderstanding with her hiding it.

-What exactly does Sabrina have morals in? Also side note, PUNCHING BAG?! Really?

-Yea, Chloe just be mustache twirling evil

-Vanisher is back and with Dog powers

-Lila literally plotted an akumatization.

-if I had a dollar for everytime Someone couldn’t tell Marinette they were in love with her. I’d have 2 nickles. Which isn’t a lot but weird it happened twice

-Marinette is pretty clever figuring out all the details… EXCEPT THE FACT THAT ITS HER!?

-Marinette shows she supports Love is Love.

-Op she thought it was a he, to bad Marinette you failed the game. Rip.

-wait did Marinette just condone polyamory? I might have read that wrong

-Marinette consulting Alya on the matter

-oh so that’s how Marinette gets the assumption it’s Adrien. To be fair, I’d have come to that conclusion at some point to.

-oh I can feel the awkward situation coming in 3…2….1….

-Zoe, thinking (wow I reall fell for a simp)

-ah yes the cringe is finally here, now to spend the next Hour trying to watch the episode.

-OOOO A MONTAGE, so how many items can be retrieved via one whistle blow

- They really replaced Luka with Nino. Wait… DOES THAT MEAN WHAT I THINK IT MEANS! Was the truth finally revealed?!

-I get the plan now, they are framing her for stealing stuff. So basically what Lila did in the episode Ladybug. That’s not surprising but also kind of mid. I was expecting more pizzaz. Side note, Zoe was with her the whole time? Also why would she steal from her parents?

-The Chloe accusing her part was clever, because the motive of Chloe walking in to yell at Marinette is very believable

- okay I take it back, this plan has Pizzaz. But the fact everyone sort of just believes it even her own parents? Like come on? And with an akuma litterally anything is possible.

-And Marinette caught on, sees vanisher thanks to the flowers.

-Chloé legit has a Gold phone?!

-Zoe is taking the blame! Zoe no!?

-Oh! Vanisher can just call back whatever she wants. Proof is in the pudding. Good thing Marinette is ladybug. Piñata time!!! Viva piñata

-yum ladynoir crumbs

- Rip Luka’s guitar

-Chloe now getting stared down

-So confession time!

-Well she never outright say it… but She pretty much says it and Marinette confirms it though turns her down. I’m surprised they did that much

-I was complaining earlier about subtlety but this was tastefully done.

-I FUCKING KNEW SHE WAS DOWN BAD SINCE DAY ONE!

-Good on Zoe for encouraging Marinette. Even though she got turned down. But at least it was canon

-Oh damn Marinette is gonna confess

-SHE DID IT FOLKS! She fucking did it! And Adrien is receptive! Will we get a kiss!?

-GABRIEL YOU COCKBLOCKING FUCKING PIECE OF GARBAGE! I WILL END YOU!

-My heart breaks for Marinette

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7/10

It was a fine episode, I think a lot of it felt padded out, and while I enjoyed the first few minutes and the LAST few minutes were epic. The rest of the episode felt… meh.

Yea Adrien is a sentimonster. There is no denying it. Like I’m sorry for the hood outs. This episodes ending confirmed it completely. Which may be the reason I’m not gonna rate it higher.

[lcfthaunted]

It’s been about a month since Mazie’s decided to stay in the desert, become a permanent fixture in the Haven. She’s sitting near the front doors, sketchbook (a gift from Aiden) in her lap as she captures the landscape outside.

At least, she had been, until she noticed the truck. She closes her sketchbook and sets it and her pencils on the floor next to her, standing when the truck draws closer. She doesn’t get a good enough look at the driver before the truck turns and reverses towards to doors, revealing a bed full of furniture. The driver’s door opens, and the driver swings around so his right foot touches the ground first. Mazie gasps in surprise, recognizing him immediately. She tosses a glance at Jack, as if to make sure she’s not imagining things.

A black lab jumps out of the cab after him. Zach reaches back into the cab for a backpack, slings it over one shoulder, and the pair head for the doors. He’s only got eyes for his sister when he enters, a warm smile lightening his features. “Hey, Zee. Sorry it took so long.” He drops the backpack to pull her close, wrapping her in a tight hug.

Mazie buries her face in his shoulder, almost immediately overcome with tears. Zach gently rubs her back, letting her cry. He presses a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re always gonna be my little sister,” he promises in a soft murmur. “I’m sorry if I didn’t make that clear enough before.”

She just shakes her head and clings to him for several long moments, trying to wrest her emotions back under control while enjoying a hug from her brother for the first time in over thirteen years. She doesn’t pull away, just shifts to she can wipe at her face, giving an embarrassed little laugh. “Sorry.”

“Nothin’ to apologize for, baby.” He tips her chin up enough to press a kiss to her forehead. “I woulda come by earlier, but a little mouse wanted me to get this to you.” He starts to bend to grab the bag, but she’s faster, releasing him to drop and grab the bag, straightening again just as quickly.

“Is this what I think it is?” she asks, grin spreading across her face, bag handle in both hands.

He grins back. “I didn’t check, but knowin’ our mouse, probably.”

She tears the backpack open and squeals in delight, snatching a blue lace object out of the bag and clutching it to her chest. “I have,” she declares, “the best little sister in the entire world.”

“I’ll tell ‘er you said that,” Zach laughs.

“Do.” She shoves the lace back in the backpack and digs through it, making delighted noises at Mallaidh’s care package. She sighs, holding the bag to her chest, and gives Zach a sad smile. “Tell her thank you for me.” She hesitates a beat, then starts, “Is she…?”

“She’s fine, Maze,” he assures her immediately. “Glad you stayed out here, actually.” his voice quiets; the next is for Mazie alone, not any nearby ears. “Glad you figured out how to choose yourself. She was worried she’d watch you die, in there.”

Mazie’s expression twists in remorse. “I don’t like leaving her behind,” she whispers.

He pulls her into another hug; she goes easily. “I know, little one. We’re tryna convince her to come out here, but you know our little mouse.”

She chokes on a laugh. “Don’t I ever.” She drops her head against his shoulder again. “She’s doing good in there,” she mumbles miserably. “I just wish she didn’t have to be in the belly of the damn beast to do it.”

“Yeah.” Zach slings his arm across her shoulders. “Alright, little girl. Show me where you’re stayin’ so we can get you set up proper.”

Mazie leads Zach to the unit she’s been using; she’d chosen one of the smaller vacant ones to avoid taking up more space than necessary.

Zach takes one glance at it and declares, “No.” He sets off down the hall in search of another vacant unit.

Mazie gawks at him for a moment before starting after him. “Zach—”

“Look, if we’re gettin’ Mallaidh out to you, gotta be ready for her, yeah? Ain’t squishin’ the two’f you in that teeny thing.”

“Oh, she’s coming to me?”

“She sure as hell ain’t stayin’ at my place’a work.”

Mazie frowns hard at him. “And where do you work?”

Zach tosses her a grin. “The Tavern.” He says it like it should mean something; to anyone else, it probably does. “Here,” he decides, before Mazie can protest any further. “Now, I’m gonna need help unloadin’ the truck, an’ I don’t have all day if I’m gettin’ back to the Tavern before dusk. Think your Jack’ll lend a hand?”

Mazie glowers at her brother. “Jack’s probably busy,” she says, a dangerous edge to her voice. “I’m sure I can scare up some other free hands for you.”

Zach just grins at her.

[kytra-and-tryder]

Dark Side Switch 16

warning - this is where my not having a plot really shows up. so these two are both important and literally contradict each other. heads up

Suddenly, her expression changed.

Veraku, the apex predator attuned to her, stood soundlessly. His tail whipped back and forth while his claws dug into the soft earth; he knew the shift well. Sadness had given way to cold fury, and it was time to go hunting. She leapt onto his back in one fluid motion, and the cat burst forth with a snarl. 

“That’s the problem with Sith, innit?”

“What?”

“With nothing to live for, there’s a whole lot to die for instead.”

Two guards – more hired goons than anything intimidating – sat chatting at the base of the freighter’s ramp, having given up appearances several hours ago. One had pulled a ((star wars snackfood? Space twinkies?)) from a stash they’d found on the ship, and both were chowing down on it, apparently bored.

“Yknow I don’t think she’s a real Sith. I’m not sure they exist, rightly.”

“Didn’t they hold Coruscant a thousand years back?”

“Sure, but that’s the sort of thing that got exaggerated for history, yknow? Maybe someone nuked… what’s it called, Tython? But that doesn’t sound nearly as intimidating.”

“Boss is paying good money to defend against a cosplayer.”

“Parting a fool from his money is good business.” replied the guard through a mouthful of crumbs.

“Cheers to that.”

A dim blur of motion flashed between two trees in the distance.

“Did you see that?”

“You’re just imagining things, relax.”

“Are you sure?” A new voice, saccharine sweet, sounded from above them. A Nautolan dropped to the ground nimbly in front of them, having jumped off the top of the grounded ship.

“Who are you?” asked the first guard, as authoritatively as he could manage with a Twinkie in hand. 

“Oh, I’m just one of the mechanics… helping your boss with repairs. Have you heard about the Sith that lives in these woods??”

The second guard looked at her, alarm bells going off in his head, but he responded anyway. “I’m not sure she exists. I think the boss just got spooked by some idiot with too much money, buying replica laser swords.” The Nautolan looked at him curiously for a moment. The goon began to levitate, hands clutching at his throat but only clawing at empty air. As his eyes clouded over, his body flew violently off to the side, crumpling where it landed. 

The remaining guard stared, wide eyed, at the Nautolan. She met his gaze, all pretenses dropped, her eyes cold and dense like empty space. “Now then. Where is that thrice-damned Gran?”

“Wait… I know you.”

Kytra stood loosely, lightsabers comfortably in hand. She regarded the Gran. “What do you mean?”

“You nearly got me killed. You ruined my life, and all for what? Now I’m scrabbling for table scraps while you live as an iron-fisted ruler of a whole moon!”

Kytra tightened her grip, the blades of her twin sabers humming and crackling in the humid air. “Glad to be of service. But remind me, what did I do again?”

“You lost me hundreds of thousands worth of merchandise all by deciding it deserved to be freed!”

The Nautolan blinked. “Slaver scum deserve a worse fate than yours.” “I’m no slaver!” protested the Gran. “Slaves are far too much effort. I specialize in the trade of quality exotic stock!”

Kytra rolled her eyes. “Right, sorry, you’re not a slaver, you’re a poacher. My mistake. Either way, you deserve what you got.”

“Easy for you to say. Some of us have to earn our living.” snapped the Gran, three eyes staring angrily back at the Sith Lord. 

“Should’ve found a better career.”

Veraku prowled around the corner, apparently having heard the commotion. Upon seeing the Gran, however, the narglatch snarled. The great beast nearly flew past Kytra, two strides pulling him forward with surprising speed; like his master he apparently held grudges.

The Gran fiddled with something before drawing a blaster and firing, the shot hitting Veraku; for an instant the giant cat was engulfed in a field of arcing lightning before he tripped and collapsed, sliding forward a few meters before coming to rest.

((kytra is gonna do something obv but idk what the context of this scene…. Is, really? So i’m putting it off))

[pennys-rose-garden]

AHDHSHDHSDH OH MY GOD YESSSSS. yeah dragon!eb is definitely still prone to being cranky and temperamental sometimes, all that pent-up everything doesn’t do his psyche any favors. he’s extremely proud of what he’s built for himself, both his fortune and the family he’s amassed, but hell, even they don’t Know. not that any of this excuses him being a dick every now and then; but it does, i think, explain some of his aloof haughtiness and short temper And All That Jazz.

ALSO BESS TERRORIZING HIM IS SO FUNNY AISAKDKKSSKS i def agree there would be some conflict between them lmfao, he would HATEEE the nickname “smoky” but the hugs… oh man the hugs are a different story. feel like he’d tense up at first and be all like “miss, WHAT do you think you’re DOING” but then kinda melt into it because GOT DAMN he needs one. he’s also very warm to the touch, naturally!

bess being like “you don’t scare me, asshole” would probably annoy him at first, until he thinks about it for a while and realizes it’s possible for people to not be intimidated by him— in fact, it’s possible for people to find him so un-intimidating that they feel like they can verbally spar with him with impunity. (which, of course, bess can; but for a long time, he doesn’t know that she knows that.) i feel like, once he cools down, it would make him feel… almost hopeful.

if anything, i feel like bess’s torment of him might actually kinda help dragon!eb to loosen up a little. i can imagine her being surprised the first time she actually gets a smile out of him, rather than his usual annoyed scowl!! and/or the first time he decides to “get back at her,” probably with some equally annoying-but-ultimately-harmless antics and/or nicknames.

consider also: bess ruffling dragon!eb’s hair and him being hella annoyed by it because

dragon!eb: damn it! do you have any idea how long i spent on—

bess: of course. why do you think i’m doing this?

i imagine also that dragon!eb purrs and hisses on occasion so bess just compares him to an overgrown cat ADNSNDNS

with regards to bess trying to set up dragon!eb with his potential partner… AAAHH THATS SO SWEET AND I LOVE IT but it’s gonna be SO FRUSTRATING for her because… okay okay so

the blood hunter he’s befriended is a tough-looking fellow named saangr who can shapeshift into a black jaguar. i should probably draw him or something, but i’m Silly and i Tend To Forget Things. hopefully someday!! but the point is that saangr and dragon!eb are both completely oblivious, and to boot dragon!eb is oblivious to his own feelings (because of course he is). dragon!eb insists that he and saangr are strictly friends, nevermind that his heart flutters and his skin starts sizzling whenever he gets close to saangr, nevermind that his eyes always search for saangr’s first in a room— he can’t spend his whole life with him, saangr will just get hurt, he has business to attend to, excuses, excuses, excuses. saangr is quiet and stoic but also warm and compassionate and deeply dedicated to the good of man, and he’s also in tune with his wild side— he’s everything ebenezer wishes he could be. no wonder he’s so comfortable around saangr. and yet he can’t bring himself to connect the dots, or if he can— it’s not entirely clear to anyone— he refuses to say it aloud.

which leads me into thoughts about the rest of dragon!eb’s party for the fic i want to write, one of whom is actually kind of inspired by bess— and dragon!eb definitely does butt heads with her on occasion, so i can imagine he’d meet bess and be like “oh gods those two will be a force to be reckoned with if they ever cross paths”

but for now let me just say i believe saangr and bess would get along. saangr has long hair so i can imagine her braiding flowers into it, or scratching behind his ears when he’s in jaguar form! he’s a sweetheart once one gets to know him; he’s just quiet because he conserves his words for when he feels like he really needs them, and he feels more comfortable observing people than interacting with them.

i know you mentioned you weren’t super familiar with d&d lore, so just in case you were wondering: a blood hunter is a pretty recently added class, basically people who use a combination of blood magic and melee combat tactics to hunt down their enemies (usually demons and the undead). the order of the lycan is particularly interesting; it consists of people who are in tune with and in control of their animal forms after undergoing a ritual called “the taming,” hence why saangr can also shapeshift!

okay i am so sorry in advance for like All Of This but youve activated the Special Interest Neurons and i gotta say. i lowkey want your d&d AU ebenezer (werewolf rogue) and my d&d AU ebenezer (dragon disguising himself as a human) to interact somehow. i can’t get the mental image out of my head of both of them wondering “how long will it take for him to realize that there’s something Off about me” about the other. again i am SO SORRY i know this is a very silly idea but it got into my head and it won’t leave :D👍

Ooh! A human-formed dragon is a perfect fit Eb what with the hoarding riches and what not. 🤣. Love that idea. And please don't ever apologize about sending asks--I love to read them and think about the questions/theories/facts the pose. Especially when they're concerning my favorite old miser.😅

As for how they could potentially meet? Simplest way would probably be a spell going wrong. Some magic wielder from one of their groups reaches across dimensions for some reason or other and the Ebenezer accidentally gets pulled through. Then, as if having to deal with the fact that "there's another me" isn't bad enough, they also have to worry about the other them finding out their... oddities. They both probably think the other one seems so perfectly normal (and, in at least my Eb's case, he has a loving, devoted mate either currently by his side or back in his own world who is undoubtedly fighting to find him and bring him back home) and feel inferior because of it. If there's one other person who should be at least accepting of you, it should be yourself. But how can a "normal" you, who seems to have everything you could ever hope for, possibly be okay with you being a hidden dragon or cursed monster? "He's succeeded where I've failed. He's doing well while I'm struggling."

And then something happens that causes them to reveal their natures to each other and they probably both think the other's situation is fascinating.🤣. Wolf Eb is wondering how the bloody hell Dragon Eb can be so huge in true form yet can become so small for his disguise. Dragon Eb is wondering how the lycanthropy works because he was under the impression werewolves could only turn during the full moon. He's also curious if Wolf Eb can use his werewolf abilities as a human or if more wolfish qualities carry over into his human form. Yes, Wolf can and yes, they do. And some of them make it damn near impossible to get anything productive done whenever Bess is randy or ovulating.

[ilive4thursdays]

Alternative Takes: Matter of Time

What if Joyce had gone over to Hopper’s that evening? Scene takes place in episode 3.01* Read this already? My Season 4 Moments Series is here.

Joyce’s stomach ached from something else besides hunger. Seeing Bob’s cartoon drawing on the fridge every night probably wasn’t helping. She’d pretend he was with her often on evenings like these, when the boys weren’t home. Ugh. She wished they were home now. It’d help distract her.

She twiddled her thumbs, changing the channel, finally sipping from her glass of Chianti, absentmindedly watching Cheers on the television.

Maybe you could do it for me— yeah you could. You could come over after work…

She shouldn’t go over there. Not yet. Not now. Not while she was grieving, guilt racking through her each and every night, lonely…

Wanna have dinner tonight? You could give me some more pointers.

I guess he really wouldn’t leave her mind.

Fiiiiine, her brain huffed at her, as she turned off the television and took a final swig from the glass, moving to put her uneaten lasagna back in the fridge.

This was a bad idea. But damn did she need a distraction. How much she didn’t want to be sitting here. By herself. Alone. Again. All her fault. 

Was it?

Yes. Her brain always reminded her.

So going to see Hopper and help him with his daughter’s antics.. A good idea. They’re just friends anyway. Hanging out. It doesn’t mean anything. Nope.

But the way he had looked at her at Melvald’s-

Joyce was suspicious. She couldn’t get the warm feeling out of her belly since their hands had met on the prescription counter. She’d felt it earlier too. Before Bob. But she’d pushed past it.

Lately Hopper had been coming in to see her at the store more often. At first it was to check on Will, then to check on her, then after Bob. She felt guilty about it sometimes but loved seeing him and didn’t have it in her to ask him to stop. The shop wasn’t busy. And without the upside down around, it’s not like he had his own work to get to.

Worried she’d talk herself out of it, she grabbed her keys, walking straight to her car. The drive over to the cabin felt both like seconds and hours. Her brain was struggling. It’s not like she wasn’t ready to date. But it’s also possible Hopper didn’t mean to touch her hand like that? Didn’t mean to make that look? 

Whatever. This certainly wasn’t a date. She reassured herself.

He just needs help with raising teenagers. And really, who doesn’t? She was just going over to help. Strategize a game plan.

She parked behind his police car and hopped out, heading straight for the door. It wasn’t super dark out yet, just after dusk. She knocked softly, suddenly regretting not calling first.

Hopper opened the door, surprised to see her.

“Hey.” He beamed.

“Hey.” She blushed. “I ah- I don’t know if I’m still invited over but I’m here to help.” Trying to maintain an ounce of confidence, she strode past him through the door instantly.

“So,” she sighed, putting her hands together and repeating. “I’m here to help! Where are they?”

Hopper laughed, shutting the door and turning to face her. 

“Where are who?”

Was he joking?

“You know, the kids. Who keep kissing? I’m here to offer my version of a heart to heart. Whatever I can do to help.” With that, she saluted him.

He smiled, sitting down on the chair, starring up at her now crossed arms. She’s very serious tonight.

“Joyce, they’re not here.”

Her face slanted, awkwardly. “What? Where are they?”

He shrugged, “The mall? Not sure but Will might be there too?”

“Oh right, right.” She was pacing now, feeling both embarrassed and unsure. “Well.. sorry I barged in.”

I gotta get out of here.

“Woah, woah! Hey!” He chuckled, standing up as she headed towards the door. “I wanted your help. I wanted to see you.”

“Oh.”

A beat.

“Well, ugh, what can I help with? Do you wanna practice your speech again?” Her cheeks flushing.

He shook his head, confident she’d stay now, walking away from her and towards the kitchen. “What can I get ya?”

She saw him pull out whiskey and nodded. “Sure, that.” She wasn’t knowledgeable on the forms of liquor. Maybe it’d help her relax.

He laughed, poured a glass for them both.

“Oof,” Joyce sighed, laughing a little as she sat on his couch, kicking her feet into the air, unsure. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

Hopper laughed, “You’re here to help me!”

She smiled warmly, taking the cup from him as he returned to his lazyboy beside her. “Yeah but you clearly don’t need it, they’re not even here.”

“For now!” Hop huffed, laughing again. Smiling. He was always smiling at her.

Joyce felt a deep blush invade her space again but she wasn’t unhappy to be here now.

“Well, I’m sorry to interrupt.”

“Nonsense,” Hopper replied. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Joyce adjusted herself, sensing him leaning further into her.

She stretched away from him, trying to think. “Well.. do you want to read your speech again? Or we could rehearse possible rebuttal arguments from the teens?”

He just stared back at her, taking her in. She could feel his gaze intimately, like he was asking for something. She didn’t want to acknowledge wha-

“What?” She laughed, nervous.

He was still smiling. 

A beat. Finally.

“Why won’t you have dinner with me?”

She rolled her eyes, setting her glass on the coffee table and moving further down the couch. He shifted off his chair and onto the couch to sit next to her.

“No, really.” His face turned more serious.

“I’ve had dinner with you.” She snorted. Rolling her eyes gently.

“No,” he was laughing again, “Not like dinner with Will and El and Jon and me. Just me. You and me.”

She knew where this was going and it both dropped a pit into her stomach while igniting something else inside of her.

She stood abruptly, needing space. “What are you talking about? We can have dinner.”

He shook his head. “No,” he said calmly, “a date.”

She frowned, perplexed. “You didn’t say it was a date?”

“Yeah, well. That’s the whole truth.” He shrugged. Still smiling. Damnit.

She huffed back at him, annoying herself as she started to pace by habit. She couldn’t help the nerves.

“Well… Jesus, Hopper. What would El say?” She mumbled, teasing him. Trying desperately to keep the mood light. She’d heard Will say it a million times: Friends don’t lie.

“I don’t want to be just your friend-“ Hop started, standing up, moving towards her.

“Woah, woah!” Joyce exclaimed. “Stay over there, buddy!” 

Hopper laughed. “Buddy?”

She nodded, still moving, finding herself in his small kitchen. 

“Why, Joyce?” He smiled. “What’s gonna happen? What are you so worried about?”

She shook her head, speechless. Wordless. Her throat was dry. 

“Hmm.” Hop smiled again, coming into the kitchen too. “I need to know, Joyce.” 

Her face was hot. Her body flush against the cabinets now on the other side of the kitchenette as he approached her.

“What?” She said, barely audible. 

He set his arms on either side of her, careful not to touch her but so close. He gently moved his mouth towards her right ear, “Do you want to have dinner with me?”

That did it.

Joyce couldn’t resist. His cologne and chest and faint whisper were too much to deny and she knew, as much as she’d been avoiding this thing between them, it had indeed only been a matter of time.

She grabbed his shirt, tugging it close to her and kissed him. It was slow for only a few moments before turning feverish as she ran her fingers through his hair.

She felt Hopper grip her thighs, lifting her up and angling her towards the cabinets, desperate to be close to her. He stepped between her legs after placing her on his counter, a better angle for his height. He started to slip his fingers under her shirt, desperate to touch her. Joyce moaned.

Suddenly the front door opened. A giggly Max and El barged in chatting incessantly before gasping.

Hopper and Joyce broke apart instantly. Joyce fell, gracefully landing to her feet.

“Knock!” Hop yelled, annoyed and tense, adjusting himself accordingly and moving AWAY from Joyce.

“Sorry!” Max exclaimed, looking between Joyce and Hopper. She was smirking.

A beat.

“We’re ah - going that way,” Max finished, pointing towards El’s room.

El, still by the front door, a stupid smile on her face looking at Joyce.

“Hi!” She grinned.

“Hi.” Joyce returned the sentiment, a bit embarrassed.

“Hey, hey, hey.. what’s going on here?” Hopper murmured, pointing between her and Max, who’d already entered El’s room.

“Oh!” El said, still smiling, frozen in the same spot. “Sleepover. Can we have one?”

Max interjected from the next room, “But if you need us to go out for a bit, all good, we can come back in like 10-“

“No!” Both adults exclaimed, red faced.

“No?” El frowned, confused.

“I mean..” Hop started, rubbing his hand over his face trying to cool down. “Yes, you can have a sleepover. No, you don’t need to go anywhere. Just go to your room and keep the noise down, got it?” 

“Cool,” El nodded, moving towards Max. “Door open or..”

“Closed!” Hop groaned. Then lowered his tone. “Please.”

“Night!” Max hollered. El shut the door behind them leaving a jostled Joyce and Hopper in his living room.

“Joyce!” Jim sighed, seeing her make a mad dash out towards the front door. He followed her to her car.

“No, no, no, no…” she murmured to herself, stopping, now turning to him. “This was a bad idea, Hop. I shouldn’t have come over here.”

“Joyce!” He exclaimed, trying to keep up with her, a gentle hand landing on her arm. He finally noticed tears on her cheeks and cupped her face to turn it towards his.

“I need you!” She cried, face dropping towards the ground.

“You have no idea-“ he started, realizing his adrenaline was misplaced. “Joyce?”

She shook her head. “No- I need you. In my life. I can’t- we can’t-“ 

“Yes, we can.” Hopper insisted. “Come on, it was only a matter of time-“

“Matter of time?” She sighed, “No, Hop. It’s gonna ruin things like it did the last time.”

He gently tilted her chin towards his face and breathed deeply, trying to calm her nerves. “No, it’s not like last time. We were kids. There’s no Vietnam, no Lonnie.. no parents. There’s just you and me. It’s always been you and me.” 

He smiled down at her, still sensing trepidation.

“Please.” Hopper breathed. “I want you. There’s no one else like you. I think in a messed up way, the universe brought us back together somehow. You’re all I think about. You and El and Will and Jonathon- please tell me I’m not alone in that.”

Joyce sobbed, unaware she’d ever been holding so much in before. They embraced for a long moment. Hopper rubbing circles on her back to calm her.

“I’m dangerous.” Joyce finally shared, still beneath his shoulder. “I screw up relationships. Or get people killed.” She whispered that last part. 

“Hey,” Hopper murmured, moving her chin up toward his. “This isn’t your fault. We’re in this together.” Their foreheads merged, breathing together, realizing, perhaps for the first time in a long time, they didn’t have to do all of this alone anymore.

She hugged him for a long moment until-

“Hungry?” he whispered, suddenly nervous.

She nodded against him as they moved to get into her car. “It’s a date.”

Xx

Notes

I rewatched season 3 recently and finally noticed Hopper tried to asked Joyce out even multiple times the first episode. Then to see Joyce sad and eating alone on her couch that evening (some plans!) I just couldn’t help but write this. They live in my head rent-free.

*PS it’s my timeline- for purposes of this story Max and El’s sleepover happened earlier.

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Season 4 Moments Series

[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3300 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   Part 13   Part 14   Part 15  Part 16

Part 17

Billy couldn’t stop gawking at you, wondering how it was possible you grew more beautiful each time he saw you. The red wrap dress you were wearing accentuated all your curves, and it took every bit of willpower he had not to rip it off of you and fuck you senseless right then and there. Unfortunately, he had to behave himself. Caravan was a pretty bouji place that had recently been labelled as one of the hottest restaurants in Manhattan and he had to pull a few strings to get a last-minute reservation for tonight. But seeing the smile on your face when you realized this was where you were dining had been completely worth all the hassle.

As the hostess guided the two of you to your table, he noticed a few assholes at the bar admiring you from afar. Immediately he snaked his arm around your waist to draw you in closer. You were his. If he could he’d pluck out every one of those fuckers’ eyes so they never made the mistake of looking at you again. Better yet, he’d keep you locked behind closed doors. Of course you wouldn’t agree to anything like that because you were too goddamn independent for your own good.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a seat at your designated table.

Billy’s attention returned to your face as he followed suit, his gaze inhaling you in. “You look too hot. Too many assholes staring at you,” he grumbled.

The worried look on your face was replaced with a beaming smile, one that made his cock twitch.

“You’re being ridiculous” you remarked, scanning the menu.

His eyes drifted down to your chest, the swell of your soft, supple breasts just begging to be kissed and licked by him.

“Stop staring at my boobs, Billy,” you chastised even as a small smile graced your lips. “This is a proper first date. You can’t just ogle me like that. You have to behave like a gentleman.”

He quirked his eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I’ve never been that.”

“Well, try,” you ordered.

The waitress came by with the bottle of red wine you’d requested and poured some in both of your glasses. He noticed the redhead giving him a friendly smile, her green eyes lingering on him for a second too long. Fine, yeah, she may have been hot but she wasn’t you. No one was. So while he would have happily slipped her his number in the past, now the idea of being with someone who wasn’t you no longer excited him.

Once she left, he took the opportunity to move a few inches closer to you. What he really wanted was to get on his knees and bury his head between your legs, but something told him eating you out in in the crowded restaurant wouldn’t go over very well with you.

“I think she likes you.”

Hand propped on the back of your chair, he started playing with your hair. “Who?”

“Our waitress. She didn’t look at me once, her eyes were on you the entire time.”

He leaned in, ecstatic at the thought of you acting possessive. Even though you’d confessed to having feelings for him, Billy still worried you were ready to bolt at any moment. To see you jealous meant you genuinely cared and he didn’t have to worry about you leaving him. “She’s not my type. I have my eyes on someone else.”

You made a show of looking around the restaurant. “Oh, is Madani here too?”

“Funny,” he retorted, taking your hand in his.

“Your ginger’s lucky. I’m dressed way too nice or I’d take my knife and stab her with it.”

He smirked. “You’re vicious when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous. I just don’t like bad service.”

“Bullshit.”

“Billy, you’re hot. You know that. All the women here are checking you out. If I freaked out every time someone did that, I’d have a breakdown.”

He wanted to destroy the fucking world at the thought of someone even looking at you but apparently you were simply ambivalent about him. “So it’s that easy for you? Your brain tells you to turn off a feeling and your heart just does it?” Even to his own ears he sounded bitter. “Guess you’re not all that invested in me.”

Your eyebrow quirked up, apparently surprised by his edgy tone. “Do you want me to go nuts?”

“Just want you to give a damn.”

“You think I don’t?” you snapped. “Every time she looks at you I want to tear her hair out. Even though the rational part of me knows she’s probably just flirting with you because it’s part of her job or she’s hoping for big tips. Or maybe she really does want to fuck you. Either way, I want to punch her across the face. Happy?” You gulped down your wine.

Grinning, he squeezed your hand. “Then why not just tell me that? Why act like you don’t care?”

The agitated expression on your face was replaced with tenderness, your eyes soft. “Just because I don’t have a jealous fit doesn’t mean I don’t care. I just…” You exhaled a sigh, and he sensed this was difficult for you. “I express my emotions differently than you.”

“I noticed. You put on an act while holding everything in.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“But I want you, the real you, not the version everyone else sees.”

“It’s not that easy, Billy.”

He brought your palm to his lips. “I’d never told anyone about my mother.”

“You didn’t tell me either,” you pointed out.

“You found out anyway, and I’m so fucking glad you did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have realized I could be real with you.” He placed a tender kiss on your skin. “I don’t want to hide anything from you, Y/N.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then tell me about William Rawlins.”

Your request gave him pause, his eyes roaming over your face. He’d taken painstaking measures to keep his partnership with Rawlins a secret yet you’d discovered it. “What do you want to know?”

“He gave you a lot of money.”

“I earned that money,” he said in a defensive tone. “He and I were partners for a while. Then he died.”

“You went to a lot of trouble to hide your connection to him.”

“You found out about it though.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m good at what I do.”

“Yeah, too good,” he muttered. He released your hand, watching you intently. “So what do you want to know?”

You leaned in closer, your voice barely above a whisper. He was momentarily distracted by the sensation of your tits pressed against him but he forced himself to concentrate.

“What happened to Rawlins, did you have anything to do with it?”

Billy took a swig of his wine. “Why do you think that?”

You quirked your eyebrow at him. “Knifed by someone in the parking lot. They never found the guy who did it.”

“He had a lot of enemies,” he pointed out.

“Okay, so maybe I was wrong.”

He studied you for several seconds, trying to decide if he should take the leap or not. “You’re not wrong.”

Realization dawned on your face as the truth set in. “Why did you do it?”

“You sure you want to know?”

“I’m asking, aren’t I?”

So he told you, about Operation Cerberus, his role in it and the money he earned, how he’d eliminated Rawlins a year ago when the prick plotted to take out Frank and his family. To this day Frank didn’t know about Billy’s partnership with Rawlins or how close he came to dying and he intended to keep it that way.

Throughout his confession his eyes were glued to your face, gauging your reactions. The part of him determined to do anything to be a success, the one who didn’t let society’s morals get in the way of his ambitions, would never be accepted by his closest friends. Despite the myriad of reasons to have kept that side of himself hidden, he didn’t want to do that with you. Because as risky as it was to be so open with you, it was also exhilarating. There was no one in this world he’d ever been this honest with and that kind of intense connection with you was addictive. He wanted you to know everything about him, all of the dark and vicious thoughts that ran through his head, the burning ambition that kept pushing him forward. He wanted you to know him inside and out and he wanted the same from you.

Before he could prod you to speak your mind the server came by with your dishes, setting your meals on the table. The redhead took her time, all the whilst your gaze was focused on the table, avoiding his. Billy’s heart started to pound in his chest, he was suddenly filled with doubt. Had he made a mistake in telling you the truth? Did he just completely fuck this up? Every second the goddamn redhead lingered at the table felt like an eternity when all he wanted was to shake you out of your stupor.

The second the server left, he moved in on you. “Are you gonna say something?”

You finally looked at him, your forehead burrowed. “We need to do a better job of hiding your history with Rawlins. I found it, that means someone else can too.”

“You gonna help me with that?”

You shook your head ‘yes’. “Yeah, I have to. You need me.”

“What I did doesn’t bother you?”

You exhaled a heavy sigh. “Of course it does, but there’s nothing I can do about it. You’ve seen me at my worst and you didn’t judge me. I won’t do that to you either. Besides, when the universe deals you a shitty hand you’ve got to find other ways to even out your odds.”

A strange feeling of warmth flooded over him, compelling him to angle forward and kiss you on the lips.

You pulled away a second later, smiling at him as you rubbed the corner of his mouth. “This lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.”

“I don’t care.” Wicked visions of you flashed through his mind. Your bold red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him off the way he liked it. His cum spread over your tits, your neck, your lips. The taste of your sweet, delicious cunt on his tongue as he fucked you with his mouth. The heat of your tongue against his as he rammed into you over and over-

“Stop looking at me like that,” you warned.

“Then stop looking so hot,” he snarked.

You smiled, biting down on your bottom lip.

It blew his mind how sweet and shy you were when he paid you compliments, like you didn’t expect that from him. Obviously he needed to fix that, because you deserved to know how insanely beautiful you were all the time.

“Has Anvil been okay without Rawlins?” you asked, taking a bite out of your butternut squash ravioli.

Swallowing his steak, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “It was tough for a while but we’ve been doing pretty well the last few months.”

“You should be proud of what you’ve accomplished, Billy. You took a big risk going into business for yourself and you made it work. That’s amazing. I could never do that.”

Billy’s insides radiated with happiness. Other than Curtis and Frank he never really had people who genuinely believed in him so to have you cheering him on was exalting. Especially considering you were great at what you did and he had so much respect for you.

He poured himself and you more wine before reaching for your hand again. “I think you could. You’d make a shitload of money if you freelanced.”

You shook your head ‘no’. “No way, I’m too much of a coward to take a risk like that.” You took a sip of your wine. “Plus I get to go to Paris for work.”

“Or you could go to Paris on vacation and not work.”

“Then I’d have to pay for it,” you pointed out, grinning. “When you grow up the way I did, you learn to appreciate free things.”

Your enthusiasm was infectious, he couldn’t hep but smile back. A part of him was hoping this would be the perfect opening for you to talk more about your childhood, about everything you went through, because he desperately wanted you to trust him as much as he trusted you with his secrets.

“I’ll be there for two weeks,” you continued, oblivious to his disappointment. “We’re going to scout out locations for the new branch and-”

“We?” Billy interjected.

You cast him a quick glance. “Roger’s coming with me on the trip.”

The jealousy that struck him felt like a swift kick to his gut. Images of you and that goddamn bastard traipsing around and enjoying romantic date nights in Paris assaulted his mind. Agitated, he pulled his hand from yours. “I bet that fucker can’t wait to be alone with you.”

“Billy, come on. You can’t be serious.”

“How would you feel if I took off with someone who wanted to fuck me?”

“First of all, he doesn’t want me.”

His jaw clenched with frustration as he glared at you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s thought about fucking you.”

“Even if he does, I don’t want him.” You reached out to cup his face, your voice so soft and tender in your attempts to placate him that he momentarily forgot how upset he was. “You really think I’d jeopardize what we have for a fling with Roger? I wouldn’t do that.”

“Then don’t go. Turn him down.”

Irritation flickered over your face, he could tell you were done coddling him. “Billy, you have no right to ask me that. I’d never interfere with your work.”

Underneath all that jealousy he knew you were right. As much as he despised the idea of you going away to Paris with another guy, he couldn’t demand that you not go on work trips. If you did that to him, it would annoy the fuck out of him. Yet despite his rational side recognizing he was asking for too much, he couldn’t help but feel bitter. “That asshole’s gonna make a move on you, I know it.”

“What if he does? What do you think is gonna happen?”

Hs eyes met yours, urgently seeking some kind of validation from you. “You tell me.”

“Do you think I’m going to sleep with him?”

He flinched. “Don’t talk about fucking another guy, please. You’re gonna make me lose my appetite.”

You took his hand and placed it over your left breast, probably to distract him from all the disgusting images that were running through his brain. “I wanted you so badly and even then it took me like a month to fuck you. Trust me, I’m not going to sleep with him when I’m not even attracted to him.”

Spotting the earnestness in your eyes, the knot in his stomach finally loosened. Roger may have had a hard-on for you but Billy knew you felt nothing for the fucker. He’d noticed that even at the night of the gala. So that meant he had to trust you, there was no reason not to. “Call me every night when you’re there,” he grumbled.

“Every night? You’re probably going to start blocking my calls,” you laughed.

He booped your nose. “Every. Fucking. Night.”

You beamed. “Fine.” A wicked glint flashed in your eyes, a seductive smile on your lips as you slowly moved his hand lower, his fingers now on your nipple. “Hey, just ‘cause you’re not there with me doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

He stroked your nipple over the fabric of your dress, enjoying how the nub hardened under his touch, the way your breath hitched in your throat when he continued his ministrations. With his other hand he tucked your hair behind your ear, whispering to you. “Phone sex is alright, but nothing beats this.” His tongue curved along the shell of your ear, and you trembled against him. “Right?”

The waitress seemed to come out of nowhere this time to ask how your meals were, and you jumped back. Disappointed, he sighed.

“Food was great. Thank you,” you replied, smiling stiffly at the redhead.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“Privacy would be great,” Billy muttered.                                                            

You kicked him under the table. “Dessert menu?”

“Sure. I’ll bring it right over,” the waitress said, taking your plates away.  

“I’ll give you all the sugar you want once we get outta here,” he murmured seductively, caressing your thigh.

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “That’s a terrible line!” You took his hand and removed it from your thigh. “Billy, I’m not sleeping with you tonight.”

“Why not?”                                                      

“Because it’s our first date and I don’t put out on the first date.”

“Now that’s a terrible line,” he fired back, mimicking your earlier tone.

“Also, we already had sex this morning.”

“So? I’m greedy. I can’t get enough of you.” There was that shy smile of yours again, and he reached out to give you a sweet peck on the cheek. “You blush every time I tease you.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, it’s adorable.”

Your cheeks grew even more red. “I’m not used to it from you. A part of me still thinks you’re bullshitting me.”

Billy stiffened. “Really?”

“I know you’re not playing me,” you reassured. “It’s on me, not you. I just have a hard time accepting when good things happen.”

The waitress came by with the dessert menu. He briefly glanced at it before ordering a slice of pecan pie while you ordered a piece of chocolate cake.

As soon as the redhead left, he broached the topic with you again. “I’m not gonna hurt you, babe. You have to believe that.”

You didn’t look at him, your eyes fixed somewhere on his chest. “I do. You were so pissed off at me last night. I honestly expected you to hit me because you were so angry. But you didn’t.”

It made him sick to his stomach that you actually thought him capable of hitting you. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you would worry about that, but of course you would. With your childhood it made perfect sense, he was just a fucking idiot who hadn’t realized how much it still impacted you. “I’m never gonna lay a hand on you. I swear.” His eyes locked with yours, hoping you can sense how much he meant those words.

“I believe you.”

His voice was insistent, his gaze boring into you. “Why did you think I would?”

Your eyes wavered from his eyes to his lips for a long time, the atmosphere thick with tension. Your facial expressions ran the gamut of painful emotions, from uncertainty to fear to sheer panic.

It finally sank in that maybe the reason you were keeping the truth from him had noting to do with if you trusted him or not. Maybe you didn’t want to be assaulted by memories from the past that caused you so much pain. The last thing he wanted was for you to experience that hell again. Regretting his demanding tone, his hands caressed down the length of your arms. “You don’t have to tell me, It’s okay.”

Your eyes brimmed with aching vulnerability as you looked up at him. “I want to… I just… give me some time, okay?” You pressed your lips against his, giving him the softest, sweetest kiss. “I’ve been looking forward to tonight for so long, I don’t want to ruin it, you know?”

His heart felt full, his mind reeling with wonderment at the thought of you truly reciprocating his feelings. His arms wrapped around you as you sank into him, burying your face in his chest. His fingers stroked the back of your hair, murmuring soft, soothing words to you. Somewhere in the distance he heard the server’s voice trying to interject, but he didn’t give a damn.  He was yours and you were his and nothing was going to ruin that. Nothing.

Part 18

A/N - I realize not much happened in this chapter but I just reallly wanted to write a dialogue heavy part where they simply get to know and enjoy each other. I think they’ve earned some fluff. LOL.

As always, thank you for your kind words of encouragement. Please let me know your thoughts.

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[nightowlfandom]

Ayato Sakamaki- My Only Human

HEY HEY!!

ANON ASKS

Can I make a request from your x -rated prompts. 36, 40, 57 , With Ayato Sakamaki. >.< if you can.

Idea: Maybe the reader, catches a student at the night school flirting and touching him, but when she thought he would shove her off, he doesn't. She gets super mad at him and doesnt talk to him the rest of the day until he comes in her room after school demanding to the what the readers problem is, and it leads to some rough sexy time??

If you cant thats fine >.<

If YoU CaN’t ThAt’s FiNe, PSSSSHH I GOT THIS 

36- That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy.

40- How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me!

57- Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!!

Leggo!!

...

“Yui, question.” you walked through the halls with your favorite adoptive-cousin. 

“Y/N, Answer!” she giggled in reply. “What’s up?”

“I needed help! Me and this math thing is not a thing.” you glared down at your folder.

“18, 42, 6.9 and X=17.” she instantly filled in the blanks to the questions you hadn’t answered.

“Have I ever told you I loved you?” you faked crying.

“Only always.” she shrugged. “I see the boys beat us here.” she mused, noticing the Sakamaki AND the Mukami brothers in the respective groups by the lockers, right across from each-other.

“Always beating us here, but never offering to drop us off...assholes.”

“Aren’t you the one insisting on Ayato and you arriving at different times?” she raised a brow as you two slowed down in pace.

“I told it it would be better if I arrived a little bit after him after his gaggling fans dispersed.” you half-shrugged. “The last thing I need are his fangirls trying me.” you rolled your eyes.

“Like that girl flirting with Ayato?”

“Exactly...Wait WHAT?” 

Yui pointed in the direction of the Sakamaki brothers. A girl was standing in front of him. Holding her books to her chest with one hand while twirling strands of her hair in another. 

“Julia.” you growled. “She always does this!” you motioned to how ridiculous it was that she always flirted with one of the Sakamaki brothers. Especially the one that was TAKEN!

“Ayato won’t let her even touch him!” Yui tried to console you. 

“You know what, you’re right.” you smiled a little. Everyone knew you two were an item. She wouldn’t dare.

“He loves you and he wouldn’t let her-”

You two watched as Ayato put on a flirtatious smile, crossing his arms in amusement as he leaned against the lockers.

“Maybe he won’t even entertain-”

Julia trailed a finger up his arm, laughing like a hyena.

“Maybe he’ll embarrass her?”

You watched as he took her hand, raised it to his mouth and gave her knuckles a short peck.

“Maybe-”

“Yui I love you, but I’ma need you to stop talking.” your voice kinda cracked. 

You had transferred from day school to night school for him. You had transferred SCHOOLS for him. You dealt with the burden of having to take care of a human girl who was allergic to her own skin (you loved Yui to bits, but damnit if she didn’t get you into trouble all the time) on some days along with dealing with a bunch of perverted, self-important, assholes for him...so why..WHY was he responding to Julia....like he was single.

“I’m going class.” you grumbled. “See you later.”

“Y/N WAIT!” 

...(Meanwhile)

Ayato needed to pass his English Lit. Class project, so of course when that Julia girl offered to type his report for him, he couldn’t say no. He had to pretend he wasn’t disgusted by her if he was going to remain in the top 5% of people with an actual brain. Fuck being like the other students.

“Y/N WAIT!” 

“That sounded like Yui.” Reiji commented. They were surprised to see you bolted down the hallway at full speed with Yui on your tail. She skid to a stop to glare at Ayato.

“You’ve really done it this time.” was all she said before she ran off. “Y/N!! COME BACK!”

“Smooth move, moron.” Yuma called from the other side. “Looks like I get to play knight in shining armor.” he winked.

“Ayato~” Julia got his attention, “make sure to meet me in the library so I can give you your essay.”

“Yeah, sure whatever.” Ayato watched at Yui chased you down the hall.

... (Lunchtime/Free Period)

You sat in the courtyard, sadly staring at a sketchbook page You liked to paint or draw school life in the quad. You had started with a sketch of the Sakamaki brothers, but it didn’t feel right.

You’d probably get in trouble, but you just had to draw Yuma Mukami who was sitting by the fountain. You looked up every so often, hoping he didn’t see you. 

“Y/N!” You heard. You turned your head to the side to see Ayato sitting with his brothers. “COME OVER HERE.”

Wordlessly, you grabbed your sketchbook...only to walk to the other side of the quad. You sat at another table, focusing back on your artwork.

“Hey...”A shadow was cast over your work.

“Do you mind?” you grumbled. “You’re blocking my light source.”

“Hm, I was just thinking you’d wanna see the reference up close.”

Your head darted up to see Yuma, standing in front of you. “May I sit.”

“Do whatever you want.” you grumbled. “I don’t care.”

Ayato watched from the other side of the court yard as that smug playful bastard took your sketchbook from in front of you and began flipping through it. Why hadn’t you sat with him today?? That Mukami dickwad had better not touch you.

He watched as Yuma flirted with you, and thankfully you didn’t seem to fall for his charms. Though that half smile you gave when he gave you a flower that had been growing nearby was enough to make him angry. 

“AYATOOOO~” Julia practically threw herself into the spot where you usually sat when you sat with him. “I finished your report!”

“Great. Sure, whatever.” he glared potholes at Yuma.

“So...do you wanna eat lunch together?”

“That’s nice, Maria.”

“It’s Julia...”

“Sure whatever.”

(Meanwhile)

“There’s that smile.” he winked as you looked at the flower. 

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Also, next time you draw me...let’s have it be a nude painting huh?” He winked, getting up.

“Gross.” you scoffed, standing up yourself. “See you in Biology.” you cringed.

“Y/N!” you heard Ayato’s voice call again. Just ignore him...(Read more below the break)

... (Smut warning)

When you got home, you locked yourself in your room. You had told Yui to not bother trying to make you feel better, because it wouldn’t work. You had just finished your homework when-

“Y/N! LET ME IN!” Ayato angrily knocked at the door. When he didn’t hear anything back, he decided that the window would have to suffice. “FINE! YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE.”

“Oh shit!” you began to run towards the window, hoping to shut it when Ayato practically appeared out of nowhere with a frown on his face.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he glowered. When you didn’t answer, he grew more agitated. “Y/N, Don’t make me ask again.” Still nothing. “Y/N, You have three seconds to tell me-”

“Why don’t you ask Julia!” you finally snapped. “You sure seem to like flirting with HER.”

“What? I’d never flirt with that disgusting-”

“SO KISSING HER HAND THIS MORNING WASN’T FLIRTING! Yui and I saw you! She touched your arm and you didn’t even move!” you accused. 

“Y/N, let me explain!”

“YOU DON’T NEED TO! You don’t love me anymore!” you pointed. “So go be with her! Go flirt with her! Go and spend time with her because that all you seemed to be interested in doing today!”

Ayato gasped, he finally realized what Yui had been talking about when she said ‘You really done it this time.’ He hadn’t even realized it, but he had been busy with Julia all day that by the time he got free time. He thought-

“You gonna let me talk now, Human?” he used the pet-name he coined for you. “I don’t love Julia. And I wasn’t flirting with her because I don’t love you.”

“Huh?”

“She was doing my English Lit. paper and I had to make her think she was worth my time.” he explained. “She had to think I was actually interested in her or else she’d make a scene. She knew what this exchange was. A litle bit of attention and that A+ was as good as mine. I passed by the way.” he winked.

“S-so, you don’t love her?” you wiped your eyes.

“Of course not! How many times have I told you that my heart only belongs to you?” He asked. “Idiot.” he shook his head with an amused smile. “As if that plain, lowly human could ever compare to my own personal descendant of the goddeses that made this wicked world.” he bit his lip. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was running out of time. I would have told you, had you sat with me at lunch today.” he rolled his eyes. “...Y/N, please accept my deepest apology. I wouldn’t hurt you...unless you asked.” he wiggled his eyebrows at the last part. “Now come here.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, taking you in a long drawn out kiss. He purposefully moaned in your mouth, laughing maniacally through each peck.

“Me, and that disgusting excuse- how laughable.” he began kissing down your neck. “I guess I’ll have to show you that you’re mine and will only ever be mine.” 

“Ayato~” you whimpered. 

“Shush.” he kissed you again. “ Fuck! “ he kept kissing your lips “You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours. .” He backed you up towards the bed. “Usually I’d ask you to suck my dick first, but I want everything to be about you.” he made you sit down. “Aww, you didn’t take off your uniform, so I can take your panties off right now.” he smirked.

Had he lost his mind?!?

“Have you lost your mind?!?” your legs shook as your panties were discarded who knew where. 

“I’ve always wanted to defile you while you were wearing it, so you can think of me every single time you put it on. Mmmmff-” he buried his head between your legs, exploring your depths with his tongue.

You took in a sharp breath, instantly arching your back in his favor. Good, that was his invitation to go forward. “Y/N, you taste so fucking good-” he laughed gleefully. “I wanna bite your clit and taste the blood right from your naughty place.” he moaned, lashing his tongue against your heat. 

“Ayato, It feels so-” you mewled. “M-more, please?”

Hearing this, he went feral. He dug his nails into your thighs, sucking harshly at your slit. You had to hold the back of his head to stay vertical, your hands tangled through his lush hair.

“ That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy-mmm. “ he couldn’t even finish his sentence. He was so hungry that not even a snide comment could leave his lips while he tasted you. He’d never do this with anyone else, love anyone else. He was having too much fun worshipping his beautiful human. 

“Ayato- I’m gonna c-cu-”

“Cum. Let me taste you. Let me feel it against me, let me drive my fangs into your thighs while you cum so you can feel what true ecstasy feels like.” 

You felt yourself unravel, only to feel those fangs dig into your left thigh. “Ungh! Ayato!!” you cried. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” he lapped up your blood. “It tastes even better when you’re cumming.” he bit his lip. “I wanna feel you wrap around me.” he crawled over you, capturing your mouth in a long, messy kiss.

You were surprised when he moved you two so you were straddling him. “Undo my jeans, take what’s yours, Y/N.” he bit his lips. 

You shyly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled then down along with his boxers. You were welcomed by a very obvious hardon. 

His cock slapped against his stomach as it was set free. 

“C-can I, touch?”

“It’s yours.” he winked. “Do whatever you want to me.”

You began stroking him, coaxing a low satisfied moan from your lover. You wanted to be mean and leave him but who were you kidding, you both needed it.

“Is it too forward to ask you to ride my cock?” he asked, biting his lip. “Please?”

He caressed your thighs, coaxing you to slip his dick along the perimeter of your slit. You met his eyes, but could only shyly look away.

“Oh Goooodd-” he sucked in air as his dick slipped inside. You shy rocked your hips, coaxing another moan out of him. His hands rested on your thighs. “Shit, Y/N, Why are you so fucking- Ungh...Shit I can’t take much more.” he thrusted his hips upwards. 

A small gasp hitched in your throat, followed by many as he thrust himself in and out of you. You wanted some sort of control too, so you rolled your hips even more against him. “Shit. Ayato~” you moaned. “Fuuuh-”

“Why would I want anyone else when you’re here with me.” he spoke. “Why would I NEED anyone else!” he growled. “You’re mine! I’m Yours, that’s how to fuck it should be!” he seethed. “Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

He was absolutely right, you didn’t think even washing this uniform would get his essence out of it.

“Shit!!” Ayato threw his head back, moaning like you had never seen him moan before. You didn’t even think he could even make such a face. “Y/N!!! “ he cried. “I fucking love you so much, Fuck, S-shit!! Fuck say it back, please.”

“Ayato,” you felt his cock twitch inside. “I love you-haah-aah!”

“ How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me! “ he cried, digging his nails into your thighs. “Fuck Y/N this is what you to do me!!”

You both were loud, sensitive, and on the brinK of breaking.

“I’m gonna CU---AAAHH FUUCCK!” you felt his warmth spill inside you. You were taken aback by him wrapped a hand around your neck and pulling you down to kiss you abruptly. He moaned loudly into your mouth, crying in euphoria as he bottomed out inside your wetness.

“Y/N!” he cried once more. “Fuck I love you.” his face twisted in pleasure, those usually stern eyebrows going soft. “I fucking love you. My human, My only human~.” he hugged you close.

“Ayato~” you replied just as wantonly. “I love you.” you whimpered.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook for ignoring me today, now it’s my turn to get revenge.” you heard his breathless laugh. “Shall we continue?”

(I.....AM SO SORRY FOR THIS)

[sugarfluffandallthatgoodstuff]

Each marker stroke is special

Oikawa x fem!artist!reader

You are a current sophomore at a CSU school majoring in Arts. 

(V/M/N)=venmo

Y/N=your name (dur)

H/C= hair color

It is currently 8 am and you are very late for your first class.

“NOOOOOO I'm going to be laaaaatttte”

As you run across campus you bumped into a boy with satiny fudge brown hair. Your papers fly around. 

“AHHHHHH NOOOOOOO. I’m so sorry.”

You apologize as you grab your papers. The boy stands up and grabs the remaining papers. 

“Oh, it's ok,” he said in a Japanese accent. 

You look surprised and say in Japanese. “Thank you for helping me”

The boy looks at you and says back “Oikawa”

You run away and smile at Oikawa.  “Y/N” you yell back.

“IMA BE LAAAAAAAAAATTE”

Oikawa laughs and sees you run to the Art building. 

**********************************************************************************************

You somehow made it to class and began to do your project. You look at your drawing book and begin to draw. The more you draw the more you realized that you end up drawing Oikawa. You look at it and begin to blush.

You yeet the book to the floor and the teacher looks at you in concern. 

“Your drawing is looking wonderful Y/N.” The teacher says looking at your drawing in amazement.”Might I ask who was the inspiration behind the drawing?”

You look at her and begin to blush. 

“It's… it is just a random person that I met.”

She looks and begins to smile. “The most random things can end up being our greatest accomplishments. I’d love to see this boy looking at the stars or a lake. Good work.”

You look at the drawing again and begin to smile. This was the first time that your Art teacher ever noticed your work. 

Classes were over for the day and you began to look for food. As you decided to go for Burger King (A/N rip our BK), you noticed a tall figure you seemed to have recognized. You tap his shoulder and sure enough, it was Oikawa.   

“Oh,” you said. “It is you again”

“Well well well if it isn’t the cute art major~ whatcha got there?”

 “Oh, this?” You take out your picture, then realize what you are doing. “It’s just a drawing for practicing,” 

Oikawa just smiles, not pressuring the obvious that it was him you drew 😏.

“You’re very talented you know!”

“I mean I think I’m pretty mediocre and have a lot to improve on before I’m willing to accept compliments and or commissions”

“Well I think you are good at it and I would pay for your work”

“While that’s very kind of you to say but, there is no reason to blow smoke and flatter me over it”

You obviously know that you always say these things. You never accepted any compliments from anyone. Always trying to find anything that you need to work on. It’s always been your flaw.

“Well it’s amazing” 

You looked surprised. Oikawa is looking directly at you.”I know what it’s like to be negative about yourself.”

All you do is nod at him. 

“So allow me to tell you everything I like about it”

“I like the attention to detail, your ability to make it look super realistic but ethereal at the same time!”

“I-I m-mean i-it’s the bare-”

“Bare minimum nothing! Your work is still beautiful! In fact, I want to buy it when you’re done so I can hang it in my room!”

“B-but i-it’s not good-”

“Nonsense! You work hard and it’s time you see the value of your work!”

“What’s your price?”

“I-I c-could d-draw a better one i-if y-you w-want”

“Nah I like that one. I’m thinking $200 minimum offer”

“Th-that’s a lot for me to ask you f-for I-I-I m-mean w-we a-are in college”

“It’s fine, but now I wanna pay a minimum of $250 and every time you insult your work I’m raising my offer by $50”

“Damn it. Seriously why me though? There are so many more talented artists in my class alone who could do much better, much faster, and much prettier”

“$300. I’ve seen their art and honestly doesn’t speak to me. Their best work pales in comparison to your ‘worst’ work like you say that piece is just for practice but it still looks waaaaay better than a lot of people’s best work. And honestly, it makes me excited to see what you can do at your fullest potential. Which is why I’m willing to invest in you. And now my offer went up to $350”

“While that’s very nice of you I still believe that I’m not very good and that I have a long way to go before I get to the level I want to be”

“So how long does it normally take you to draw stuff like this?”

“Uh like, 2 days tops?”

“Great! See you can make cool things in the blink of an eye which probably means the stuff that takes you a while is better than historical art right!?”

“Y-you d-do m-make kind of a good point there I guess more time does typically mean higher quality work”

“See now you’re starting to get it! How much longer do you think?”

“Well that depends on if you want a clear protective coating or not”

“The coating sounds cool but how long will that take?”

“Well if I coat it, it will take an extra 45 minutes but without it, I’d guess 2 more hours since I am barely finishing the line art and still have to do flat colors, shadows, highlights, and a light glitter coat for an enhanced highlight effect”

“Sounds great! Say do you have any more classes today?”

“No, but do you?”

“Nah and I’ve got no practice today either so I could honestly spend the whole time with you and that makes me happy”

I blushed and looked down twiddling my thumbs and stammering when

Out 

Of

No

Where

He leaned over and kissed my forehead

“Let that be a little symbol of my faith in you and your work”

I blushed HARDER and picked up one of my skin-toned markers for the base color and swiftly got to work being careful not to miss any part and be able to blend and looked up periodically to make sure I was getting the color right 

“You look like you’re gonna kill someone,” he said while giggling 

“I’m just in th-the z-zone right now a-and I g-gotta get the colors right”

“Oh makes sense. So uh… what’s being an art major like?”

“It’s not like people think it is, sometimes we gotta draw naked people and that’s kinda awkward. I d-don’t know if y-you can tell b-but I’m not that great at conversations”

“That’s totally cool, I don't mind! Do you do any extracurricular activities? Like I'm in volleyball here for example.”

“Oh uh…I’m on the dance team b-but i-it’s not that special”

“That’s so cool! I envy what you guys are able to do!”

“O-oh um th-thank y-you”

LE TIMESKIP

“Phew, that took a while! Now for the clear coat”

“Wow, it looks amazing Y/N-Chan!!”

“It’s not all the way done yet silly!”

“Are you excited to commission for the first time in a while?”

“I guess but if I’m being honest I didn’t think about it at all”

“What's your Venmo Y/N?”

“What do you mean? Why?”

“I wasn’t kidding about paying you $350 now tell me your Venmo before I make you”

“You seriously don’t have to pay I’m happy to give it to you for free! It was originally supposed to just be for practice anyway”

“Well Y/N you leave me no choice but to force it out of you”

He walked up to me and the closer I got the more I realized how smol I was

Then he grabbed my wrists (gently though what a gentleman) and twirled me around 180° into his back and put his chin on my head

“Last chance Y/N what’s your Venmo before I make you give it to me. I’m not letting your hard work go unrewarded or unpaid”

“That’s so much though for something not that great! I’ll take $10 and no higher”

“Oh how tragic, I’m still paying you the $350 and giving you a little extra something on top of that because you still aren’t understanding your worth and I’m gonna use you being in my arms to teach you that lesson” and he said this with a smirk on his face

He then walked us both out to his car, us and all our shit in tow.

And once we were both inside the car he started peppering kisses on my forehead and cheeks with his fingers interlaced with mine only to then nuzzle my nose with his and then he started talking again:

“I’m barely getting started but are you flexible by any chance?”

Weird question but ok

“Uh y-yeah, why?”

“Can you try to put your wrists through the headrest?”

“Y-yeah, n-nothing b-bad is gonna h-happen r-right?”

“Of course not! Think of it as me showing you how great your artwork is detail by detail!”

He then raised the headrest and gave me time to slide my wrists into it to see if they would fit 

That is

Only for him to lock it around them within 5 seconds of me putting them in the smallish opening

“Haha! Now I can show you and see you smile as I compliment your work! Why don’t we start off with the details of the face? I don’t even think a camera could possibly do justice to how I look but you did!”

He then proceeded to kiss all over my face and when he started butterfly kissing all over my nose he was kind enough to push my glasses up so he wouldn’t accidentally smudge my glasses {ayo where the fellow glasses peeps at~red} 

“The hair detailing is just– FLAWLESS I love how much it captures what a perfect hair day looks like! So well done there!” and as he says that he starts ruffling my hair and then there was a fun little series of head pats and re-smoothing my hair as well as curling my H/C around his finger while looking into my eyes

“I d-don’t understand why y-you’re b-being s-so k-kind t-to m-me”

“Gotta make up for you not being kind to yourself Y/N, and I’m gonna make you love and feel proud of your hard work!”

He then reclined the seat back a good amount and climbed over to be directly in front of me

“Wouldn’t want you straining your neck right?”

He then carefully put the image I drew of him on the back seat and smiled at me before running his fingers up and down my entire torso 

“I guess we should move this out of the way shouldn’t we?”

He then pushed my shirt up and tucked it under my bra line 

“That’s much better! Wow, I can kinda see some little abs there! How cute! I gotta see how strong they are!”

He started speedily fluttering his fingers all over my ever so slightly defined 4-pack and I started trying to hide my blushing face 

“Aww don't hide your cute face from me! That’s so mean Y/N-chan!”

“Waihaihaihaihaihaihaihaihaihaihaihaihaihait pleaheheheheheheheehehehehehehehese nohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho. Ihihhihiihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihit’s uhhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhugleheheheheheheheheehehehehehehehehehy”

“ *GASP* HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT Y/N-CHAN!! YOUR FACE AND TUMMY ARE CUTE!”

And he started tickling me with his nails going up and down my torso, front and back while I squirmed and squealed with laughter and delight and tried my hardest not to blush as this tall handsome playboy of a man was just cooing at me like I was a little baby

“Who’s such a cutie with a cute tummy? You are! No- don’t you try to hide or argue you are cute!”

And then he moved his hands up to my armpits and it was fucking over for me

“waihaihaihaiHAIAHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHT NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESE NOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHRE I’IHIHIHIHIIIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIL DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO ANYHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHNG”

“Anything you say? Well then, you just have to say 3 simple things: that your art is worth the price I offered, that you’ll accept the amount, and that you’re adorable. Can you do that for me? If you can I’ll let you go, but if you don’t you get an extra 5 minutes before I let you try again”

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY”

“Great now say it!” he had slowed down the merciless tickling and brought his hands down to the area around my belly button

“Myhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhyhy ahahahahahahahahahrt ihihhhihihihihihhihihihihs wohhohohohohohhohohrth the threhehehehehehehehe fihihihihihihifty ahahahahahahahahahahahahand I’hihihiihihihihihihil ahahahahahahacehehehept ihihihiit”

“Aaaaaaaand?”

“I’hihhihihihihihihihihihihihihim adohhhohohhhhohohohohohohohohrable”

“Good girl!” he finally stopped but before he did entirely he booped my nose and gave me a kiss as well as a raspberry on my tummy

“Now. what’s your Venmo? Or do you use cash app?”

“Venmo”

“So what’s your Venmo?”

“(V/M/N)”

“Perfect.”

He then, while still having me in straddle btw, got on his phone and got onto Venmo and sent it to me 

Then he put his phone away and looked at me again

“You’re so pretty you know that?”

“I-I-I uh-uh-uh I-”

“Well in case it wasn’t clear to you before you are beautiful. It does not matter what you say I still don’t think you are capable of ever being lackluster whether in looks or talent”

And before I could even refute him he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me very passionately.

As his lips slowly detached from mine, he also released my wrists from their locked position under the headrest.

“I know this is going to seem strange but… will you go on a date with me?”

“Would it be strange if I said yes?”

“Absolutely not my dear Y/N”

might make a part 2 maybe not

IDK

~Red



[wornoutmouse]

Look I wrote this for my friend but i popped the hell off with this one so if you don’t mind reading a name inbetween a few dialogue points pls read

You ran hurriedly through the halls of the school as the third bell finally rang. You had overslept and had barely made it onto the bus. Skidding to a stop, you slow down when you get to the door, catching your breath before entering. Just as you annoyingly expected, eyes dart towards you as soon as you entered, effectively catching the teacher’s attention.

 “This is the second time you are late young lady, one more time and I will have no choice but to write you up.” You smile awkwardly, “Sorry Miss, it won’t happen again.”  Ms. Bustier clicks her tongue disapprovingly as she watched her student walk to her seat, head hanging low. You sit down in your chair with a soft sigh as Ms. Bustier spoke about today’s lesson.

For the most part, you pay attention to the lesson being taught, that is until your attention is being interrupted by a pencil poking your side. From your peripheral vision, you see fluffy blond hair swaying gently to get your attention. You mutter under your breath, swiping the pencil with your hand, “Quit it Adrien I’m already in trouble.” The boy huffs but the playful aura still hung around making your skin buzz with excitement.

 Shifting in your seat, you squint your eyes at the smartboard, writing down notes every so often. Looking down once again, you notice a small piece of paper folded, You look at Adrien who boredly watched your teacher speak. Opening the paper you roll your eyes at the note inside. 

A - Late again are you Miss Mia? One more time and I might have to wake you up myself

Nibbling the tip of your pencil you write a note back, crumpling the paper before tossing it at Adrien’s head with a smirk.

You- Well maybe I wouldn’t have been so tired if you hadn’t interrupted my study time with your modeling rants

The paper is tossed back at your head, catching in your curly hair, making Adrien snort.

A- Well I can think of other ways to keep you up at night...

You cough loudly at the message, eyes darting at Adrien’s laid-back figure. You scribble down a quick snarky reply with shaking hands. You go to pass the paper but the sound of a throat clearing interrupts you. You turn to your left and are forced to look up, gulping when you notice your teacher’s signature white blazer. She holds her hand out and you reluctantly place the ball of paper in her hand.

“While I will not embarrass you by reading out your hidden messages, I will embarrass you by writing you up for detention.” Sputtering, you point an accusing finger at the smug boy behind you, “He started it first I was just..” You are hushed by a firm hand on your shoulder, “Well if that’s the case, both you and Adrien can join each other at study hall.” Adrien groans behind you and you throw a glare his way, one that he responds with a teasing wink. The sound of the bell ringing grimly reminds you of the dreadful time awaiting you in study hall after school.

 When you get thereAdrien is already there and waves you over to him. You narrow your eyes at him but sit next to him anyway. “Aww don’t look at me like that Mi, it’s not my fault you aren’t stealthy enough to pass a simple note in class.” You roll your eyes, “Well if you weren’t tossing notes like a child, we wouldn’t be here either.” Adrien laughs loudly earning a sharp look from the detention monitor. 

He mutters a silent apology as you busy yourself with a notepad and pencil. The study hall is silent and boring and 11 minutes feel like 11 hours as the clock ticks by. Adrien watches your small scribbles turn into different shapes and sizes. Before long, he notices you drawing a rather familiar face. “Whatcha drawing?” You shrug, watching your pencil make the shape of cat-like ears.

You continue drawing, briefly recognizing Adrien’s body heat as he watches over your shoulder. “You like Chat Noir huh?” Your precise pencil strokes outline the lean frame of one of Paris’s heros. While it is undoubtedly Chart Noir in a heroic setting, the way his eyes slant a little more than his mask allows and the way one of his hands rested on his chest did give way to a more seductive undertone. 

“Yeah, I think he’s pretty hot not gonna lie.” Adrien hums, the feeling of his short breaths blowing against your shoulder makes you shiver. “Really? Well, he can’t be hotter than I can he?” Adrien fluffs his hair pompously as he stretches his body lazily. “I don’t know maybe a little.” Adrien sticks his tongue out at you.

Your monitor stands up and walks towards the door before turning around, “Listen you two, I am going to get lunch, and I better see you two here when I come back or you’ll get worse than detention.” The teacher fixes you both with a long look before leaving. “They are a little stiff in the ass.” You chuckle resting your head on your palm. Adrien slouches in his chair to play on his phone, giving you the perfect opportunity to observe him. Your friend is attractive, that is something you’ve come to terms with a long time ago, hiding your crush away deep in your mind. 

“You like to stare at me when you think?” His tenor voice startles you out of thought and you realize you now have his full attention. Your face is warm and for once you are glad you couldn’t visibly blush. 

“Hey, Adrien? What did you mean by that last message you passed me in class?” You tried to pass the question off as casual but you could feel your heart racing as the room filled with daunting silence. “What do you think I meant?” 

Suddenly Adrien felt too close and the room felt smaller. When you made eye contact with him, his eyes were slanted just like Chat Noirs on your drawing. “You tell me.” You said boldly. Adrien pondered for a while, green eyes observing your features, going from your eyes, down your nose before finally resting on your plump lips. “Well, I think it meant exactly what it said.” Adrien placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh in his palm. “So tell me why you like Cat Noir?” You stare at nothing, unable to compute the absurd request that came seemingly out of nowhere.

“What?” Adrian’s hand doesn’t stop moving on your thigh, heating your skin through your jeans. “Come on Mi, humor me for a moment.” You hum softly in an attempt at calming your heart rate. “Well, I like how he seems to enjoy what he does,  saving people...” As you speak Adrien takes the time to scoot closer to you paying a sparing glance at the door your teacher left out of a moment ago. “What would you do if you met him?” His hands got closer to your inner thigh fiddling with your belt loops.

The urge to clench your legs together was immediate as the fire within you grew stronger. “I would thank him for his service and-” Adrien shushes you with the sound of your belt clinking a loose. “Let me rephrase, what do you want him to do to you?” Before you had comprehended your predicament, Adrien’s hand had found itself inside your pants.

You were sitting rigidly in your chair, lips parted in a silent exhale. Slender fingers focused themselves on your swelling bud, pressing soft circles on it in an effort to coax it out of its hood. Noting your tensed posture, Adrien tries to distract you. He’ll admit even to himself that this was a bold move on his part and he was surprised you hadn’t pushed him off at this point. “I can stop if you want me to?” You feel his fingers stop their ministrations and you quickly grab his wrist. “No!”

His concerned demeanor is quickly wiped away by a broad smirk as his fingers resumed their task. “Okay then.” He places a kiss on your shoulder through your shirt making you shiver. “You didn’t answer my question.” You nod and try to speak in a stable manner. “I would want him to- oh god!” Adrien’s fingers began to work overtime as they went down to your lips, now wet with your arousal. “I would want him to touch me there! Please.” 

Lips latched lazily on your skin, sucking hard enough for you to feel it but not hard enough for marks to be left behind. “Where is’ there’ Mia? Use your words.” Your back arched in your chair when you felt his slick index finger playfully dip inside of you before returning to your clit.  “Adrien~” Your soft moans were audible now, and every small whimper made his cock ache at the thought of being the cause of your sweet noises. Adrien mockingly hummed, “Oh I see now.”

“You want him to fuck that pretty pussy of yours don’t you?”  You make a strange noise that is a mix of surprise and a moan. You’d never think words like those could leave Adrien’s mouth. “Y-Yes!”  Adrien nodded moving to use both hands now, it was an awkward position but it was worth it seeing you fall apart by his hands. “I bet you think of him at night, kissing you slowly, while his hands roam your body.”  Adrien sinks his teeth in your shoulder blade making you jerk as a particularly hard burst of pleasure racks your body. “You look so damn sexy like this kitty cat.’

You lean forward, holding yourself up by your desk as Adrien’s fingers move faster on your clit. “I can feel how fast your heart is beating, you gonna cum?” The teasing tone in his voice ignited the smallest ounce of competitiveness within you. You grit your teeth and shake your head, “Don’t get so full of yourself Agreste.” Your eyes clenched shut at the feeling of a finger finally entering you. Adrien looked at you with narrowed eyes. He wasn’t a fan when you got competitive, especially when you were obviously bluffing.

There was a thin layer of sweat forming on your skin as your orgasm got closer. Adrien focused on the way your walls quivered around his finger. Your choked-back moans cut the air as he pumps his finger faster. Your wetness was dripping onto your underwear and around his palm making squelching noises. “Are you sure you aren’t going to cum?” Adrien whispered close to your ear taking glee when a tremor passed down your spine. Your orgasm was too damn close for him to stop so you decide to swallow your pride just this once. “F-faster, Adrien, I’m close.” Those were indeed the wrong words to say. Adrien slowed his finger down to slow pumps while his thumb pressed harshly on your clit. He laughed as he could practically feel it throbbing, “I thought you said you weren’t going to cum?” You try to grind down on his hand, bucking slightly as his rough palm stimulated your sensitive lips. “Don’t be an ass ah-fuck!”

You grip the edge of your desk as you finally cum on his hand. Your eyelids flutter and Adrien marvels that the feeling of your cunt that was squeezing him so tightly he could neither tell if it was pulling him in or pushing him out. 

You grunt as he removes his finger, when you look over at him, he is preoccupied with pulling his cock out while licking his fingers clean of your cum. Adrien whimpered around his fingers as his other hand jerked his cock sharply “Ah, you taste better than I thought.” Your eyes travel down his chest to meet his junior. It was thick and surprisingly long. You couldn’t help but feel sorrow for the angry red it was at the tip. But the vein traveling up the side made your mouth water.

His hips bucked to meet his hand desperately. Curses left his soft lips as he tossed his head back in pleasure. A deep warmth flooded your gut from the vibrant imagery of him fucking you with it. “Mia-ah shit.” You raise your head up to meet his eyes, your heart skipping a beat at how the green of his eyes was almost completely drowned by his pupils. “It’s not fair if I helped you get you off, but you won’t help me.” You scootch forward a little bit, swallowing your saliva, “What do you want me to do?” Adrien spread his legs with his hands holding the sides of his chair, “Come on Mi, I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’ve already gone dumb?” 

A hand comes on your shoulder and gently coaxes you down to your knees. You feel small as Adrien peers down at you,  gaze disrupted as his cock begins twitching in front of you. Nervousness enters your head as you quickly come to the realization of how large his dick actually was. “What, are you afraid Mia? Or do I need to get you into the mood?”  Adrien sits up straighter, “Claws out.”  Your tilt your head curious as he combs his fingers through his hair, revealing...cat ears? The sight of a green glow slithering around his body was almost as unnerving as the sight of his outfit changing right before you. 

In little as no time flat, Paris’s neighborhood hero sat in front of you in all his leather glory. His eyes seemed even greener than before, and his personality seemed to change right before you. “Adrien you’re Chat Noir!?” The blond shrugs nonchalantly, gripping his cock and slapping it against your cheek. “Mi I am all for the formalities, but I am so close to fucking your brains out right now, that I think it would be in your best interest to start sucking.” While still being conscious of your hairstyle, Adrien...Noir, pulls your head closer to his groin.

You resist the urge to scrunch your face at the feeling of precum being smeared on your mouth and chin. This resistance only makes Noir chuckle, “Stick your tongue out for me.”  As if it was routine, you do as he says and moan softly from the feeling of his tip tapping your warm muscle. “So fucking perfect for me.”  The praise makes you clench and gives you the courage to open your mouth wider. You suck on his member making him release a pleased growl. His hand laid limply on the back of your head as you take the lead.

The salty taste while slightly unpleasant, wholly addictive. Feeling your growing comfort, Adrien begins thrusting to meet your mouth. The tip of his cock goes all the way to the back of your throat making you choke before dragging back but the sounds of you struggling doesn’t dissuade him. The feeling of your tongue grazing over his vein just before your throat constricted around him drove him wild. Your tiny whimpers made his balls vibrate as he moved faster.

You place your hands on his thighs in order to stable yourself as his thrusts got more brutal. Slob collected around your mouth before dripping down your chin and finally collected by his balls every time they hit your jaw. “Fuck I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!” Adrien’s voice pitched higher as his claws scratched into the wooden chair of his seat. His head tossed back violently as his thrusts became sloppy, legs shaking. Loud sobs left his mouth as you bright him closer to the edge each thrust is accentuated by filthy words. “Your mouth is so. fucking. Tight. Fuck Mia!”

You felt cum shoot down your throat as Adrien holds your head painfully against this crotch. He weakly thrusts into your mouth a few more times before realizing you. Gasping for air, you wipe your mouth of saliva and look up at Adrien as he catches his breath.  Rough hands grip your chin making you look up at him. “You looked wrecked Mi.” Adrien laughs as he wipes cum off the corner of your mouth.  You stand up wobbly and albeit a bit light-headed, Adrien stands with you and kisses your lips, enjoying the taste of himself in your mouth.

“We are going to finish this later.” Before your brain could even prompt you to ask, the bell rings signaling that detention was over. Adrien deactivates his miraculous before grabbing his backpack and leaving detention hall.

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Of Monsters And Men

(Season 2)

Chapter 9 - Blood And Flame

Summary: Reuniting with Yennefer after all this time apart draws you into another problem you hadn't been expecting, yet its something you'll be challenged with in ways you hadn't thought to deal with ever in your long life.

Warning: angst, blood, reader going ✨feral✨, fighting, more angst, slight fluff

Word count: 9737

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Surprised would be a severe understatement in the verbiage of your current circumstances these days. You've been in this sacred, very kind and very calming temple for not even a solid day yet and you've already managed to meet Yennefer who you weren't completely certain was even still alive.

No matter if Istredd told you of it and what happened in Aretuza with her disagreements with the Brotherhood and all that other chaotic shit she was apart of. You didn't want to give in to the hope that lingered deep within your heart that she was alive. But that was all confirmed when she showed up at random in the Temple of Melitele unannounced.

Which makes sense since she now apparently doesn't have her chaos anymore, now that was a true surprise in all honesty. Yennefer with lack of magic for the first time since she was a young farmers daughter trying to feed pigs, and though she smiles and makes good conversation so far, you know this has to be killing her inside. But you're not going to dwell on the matter, it's a waste of thought.

Instead have you chosen to leave your seating to wander the halls with her by your side, just enjoying having your old friend with you once again. You pass by a deep blue glass window, running your fingertips on the candle flames that burn from their wax castles on a metal tray near you. Just like so many others all over this giant temple, another of the hundred some candles giving light to this place when the sun goes down.

Yennefer looks to you questioningly, "So he started to talk about vampires and your family linage? Just came up to you and said all that?"

"Yeah, he did. It was weird but kind of nice to talk about my people with someone who genuinely has an unambiguous desire to learn about them. And not for the reason of hate or wanting their death."

"Hmm. He sounds pleasant enough."

"Oh he was, then he wanted me to do something."

She raises a brow, "Something?"

You let out a small laugh, "Nothing perverse thankfully. I just lifted him up, he was very excited about it."

"Oh was he now?" Chuckles Yennefer as you both pass by a plant, "I bet he's dreaming about you right now, dreaming steamy, detailed dreams. Drooling on his pillow too."

"Fuck off.." You laugh while gifting her a little nudge, "Hmm..he might be. I just hope he never goes seeking them, or if he does he's well prepared to protect himself. I'd hate to see him killed, he was kind.....which could be a bad thing in the long run for him."

Yennefer playfully nudges your arm this time, "Hmm, Geralt better count his days then, seems our vampire lover has is eyes set for my sister here. Though I doubt you'd object to some dirty activities with two handsome handsy men." She teases.

You gasp, "Excuse me my dear, but those days have long been apart of my past."

She snickers, "You ever ask Geralt? I bet he'd comply, just for one night, share you with another. Maybe even watch."

"Alright." You warn with a halfheartedly stern voice before breaking out into a smile as you push your hair back, "Fuck you're giving me dirty thoughts, I'm turning unpure in this here temple you damn heathen."

"Well you better pray for forgiveness then you sinner, sleeping with a man, unmarried in this temple and their own bed you've been gifted to have. Tisk, tisk, Y/N."

You roll your eyes at her, "I don't wanna hear it from the woman who had sex in front of more then a thousand elf skulls, multiple times. All their ancient bones and everything, right in front of those sunken in eye sockets staring at your naked arse. Disgusting, gross, disturbing even....you shameful whore."

She gasps in mock insult, "You depraved slut."

You laugh at her open mouthed face showing a mix of surprise and amusement, she then shakes her head at you while passing some more trays holding many candles. Your chuckles slowly die down after a short while as your gaze turns to linger on the burning candles dancing their flames in the darkened room.

How peaceful this growing night has become from the heaviness of the day, getting here in one piece, losing Roach to that damn flying monster. Then reuniting with Yennefer once again, things have gone slow yet incredibly fast in the past couple days but you're grateful for the quiet now. For the contempt of the sleeping temple and the scented air of spices and candles burning from their wicks, dripping hot wax down the sides and onto the metal plates holding them up.

"Did you think of me after Aedirn?" She suddenly asks, voice more softer and sincere now as you two turn a corner to walk slowly down. Past more pillars and candles alike, some plants in brass pots even while you take a moment to answer.

"From time to time." You admit as she looks over at you.

Yennefer grins softly at your truthful words, "I thought about you quite a bit too."

"That I was frightening children in my down time?"

She laughs, "No, that they were beating you with sticks." The two of you share a small chuckle at her rightfully amusing comment as you keep wandering down the opened path.

Your smiles return to neutral upon your lips as you look to the ground before setting your crimson irises to her, almost looking like that of a crestfallen young girl, "After you left Aretuza for Aedirn, things didn't feel the same like they once did, more quieter, less bright. And visiting you in Aedirn, well....I couldn't exactly linger around now could I?" You pause a moment to take a breath, "Then when we met in Rinde, gods so much time had passed I almost didn't recognize you at first..not until I smelt the air."

You laugh a little, continuing, "Well between the smells of that magical orgy and all the wine in that house. But I knew it was you."

She lets out a breathy laugh, "As soon as I heard your voice behind Geralt, I knew it was undoubtedly you."

"Yeah, and what a time that was huh?"

"It was something. Quite the family reunion."

You snicker quietly before your amusement disperses and with that so does your smile, "Yeah.." You whisper, "...Sorry for never sticking around for too long when I did come to visit in Aedirn. I know you felt more alone at times then you'd have liked, probably could have used me here and there too huh?"

She shakes her head, "Don't feel sorry, Y/N. You'd never have been happy sticking around in Aedirn, or in any royal court to begin with, and then you'd never have met Geralt."

"That's....probably true."

"See." She nudges your shoulder, "Things happen because they're supposed to sometimes."

"Were you supposed to lose your chaos?" You ask softly.

She opens her mouth to speak but hesitates a moment before swallowing, "I don't know. And I don't know how to get it back, I don't even know if it's possible to do so." She admits dismally, violet irises diverting from yours when you lock eyes for a split second though this doesn't feel awkward in the slightest. Although it's almost like she wants to say something else but refrains, you can't smell anything false from her yet, though her heartbeat picks up ever so slightly.

You push the weird feeling away to give her a small smile, "Well, if unicorns can exist. And I can exist, I believe there must be a way to fix the missing part of you. And if not, know I am here for you always." She swallows quickly before blinking and turning her less dreary face to you.

"Thank you, Y/N." Yennefer then gives you a reassuring smile in return before raising a questioning brow, "What changed your mind about Geralt claiming the girl? You seemed so certain it was a mistake back then."

You let out a gentle sigh, "Many things changed my mind along the way. You among them. I thought if you could be a mother, want to be a mother so unselfishly and with pure intent, maybe so could I? Well, try at least."

She nods at this, satisfied with your answer before crossing her arms over her chest as you both keep walking, "I ran into Jaskier." You stop and turn to listen, deeply intrigued to hear about your missing bard, knowing you want more does she continue, "In Oxenfurt. He was in some trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" You ask urgently, face dead series. What? You miss him.

"This fire fucker was after him. A mage. I don't know who he was." She shakes her head, "He was looking for information. About you and Geralt." You and Geralt? Interesting.

Your expression hardens as you think this over, brows furrowing in thought at this new highly valuable information, "He's looking for Ciri." The only logical and most probable answer of course, as you haven't pissed off any mage with a preference for fire magic recently.

"Why? What is she to him?" Yennefer takes a step closer, more curious then ever, expression a bit more urgent then you'd be comfortable to admit.

"Yen." You look at her intensely, scarlet irises flickering from her signature necklace to her face, "Your heart has been beating fast this whole time. You're nervous."

"So?" She whispers quietly, really hating how damn perceptive you are.

You give her a heartfelt look like that of a mother to her troublesome child, "Why are you here? Truly?"

She blinks, heartbeat still thudding swiftly away from within her chest, "I have some wounds that refuse to heal."

You think of a couple reasons but decide to press her for one, "You still want to have a child?"

She looks down, almost appearing to avoid your gaze, "No, it's-it's different this time."

"Well, let's hope it's different for the both of us." She looks up into your kindly scarlet irises as you give her a small smile, "I need to find Ciri." You nod respectfully before turning to the left and walking down the line of pillars and candles as she follows you at your side.

You pass a couple closed doors and a few more glass windows, just enjoying the nice little walk around the huge place before the scent of a young boys blood wafts into your sensitive nostrils, causing your pupils to constrict into two small black dots. The red in your eyes practically glowing as you stop dead in your tracks, Yennefer halting her movements as well as she looks at you strangely.

She knows that look.

"What is it?" Mutters Yennefer as she studies over your deadly concentrated face staring at a doorway, "Where's the blood?"

"Blood." You whisper faintly, hunger growing for a taste of the sweet flavor you've been chaste from for so long. Not since Sodden have you let yourself feed on the delicious natural elixir of the human vessel, what courses through thin veins under weak flesh. What is now, and shall always remain, your most mortal weakness no matter how many times you've tried to feel otherwise at the sight or smell. You cannot help the vampire in you, sometimes it's stronger then your human side in the most barbaric of ways.

You sniff, smelling the boys blood nearby down the pathway, his age, race, and fear that infuses itself into his crimson contents that lay out in the open for you to....no....Focus. He is the boy who took Ciri to the library, he is kind, he is innocent. Blinking hard do you walk quickly down the opened area between the pillars before halting once more, Yennefer doing the same as she sets her violet irises to you. Worry bubbling up inside her chest.

"Men." You tilt your head to the side, listening like a fox in a field for the hidden mice that move in the grass unseen. "Five of them."

You take off in an instant, running swiftly through the temple now, dodging past pillars and trays of candles alike as you turn a corner to be greeted by a group of men and Ciri backed against a wall with a curved wall of flames between her and the men. The long haired one in front with the burnt face that's scarring on the left throws his arms out like he means to harm her.

You're at her side in a second before he can do anything, he stops, causing the flames to simmer and die out at the misplaced confusion, expression showing clear befuddlement just as Yennefer runs into the room. He raises an intrigued brow at her, "Well, if I'd known to follow you to Oxenfurt, it would have saved me a spy mission to Kaer Morhen." Speaks the man slyly.

His men grip their weapons tighter as she walks to stand by your side, "Nice scar, shithead."

"Fire fucker?" You mutter in question at Yennefer. He sure smells like smoke and ash.

"Unfortunately, yes."

Your scarlet eyes study over the men, you let out a breath knowing how this whole interaction is about to lead, "Take Ciri. Bring her to Geralt, I'll find you afterwards."

Yennefer gives you a worrisome glance before turning and walking behind you to take Ciri by the arm, "Come on." She mutters as they quickly walk away as the men spread out a little, readying to gift some viable damage, you can hear a door close and lock in the foreground. They're safe for now and out of harms way, however you've found yourself in quite the predicament.

You steady your stance, eyes shifting from right to left as two men walk to your left side and two more walk to your right as the fire mage lingers back in the shadows. All other eyes sizing you up like a piece of meat ready for the taking, you glare at the lot of them before settling your crimson gaze to the fire mage, "You've brought them to their death." You seethe, staring daggers at his shadowed face.

The man smirks with a wicked grin upon his slender face, "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"I am."

A man on your right swings his weapon just as another on your left moves forward with dagger in hand, you swiftly dodge out of the path of the man's sword. He misses. You're quick to turn around and kick him into a table as the other three descend, the man with a dagger gets closest first. He grunts, arm swinging as he moves with intent to slash your throat.

He's not fast enough as you duck under his arm, elbowing him in the side of the head which causes him to immediately grow unconscious. Slumping to the floor like a sack of potatoes, dagger sliding out of his grasp and across the stone flooring, forgotten. The next man lands a punch to your shoulder with a quick hit of his clenched fist.

You make a face at the abrupt unexpected contact as he throws out another fist, you turn your body to the side when he punches, missing you by mere inches. His face gets close to yours from the forwardly propelled movement of his body, and the last thing he sees before getting thrown across the room is your red eyes flashing with anger like two rubies in the sunlight.

He yelps, landing in a mess of arms and legs across the stone, crashing into a brass pot that falls by his head. The next man thrusts his sword straight at your back, you can't see him do this but you can hear the sound of his limbs moving and his hot breath behind you. You step to the side just as the shimmering steel flies past your body, him with it, you quickly snatch him by his throat.

Fingers dig into his scruffy neck as he gasps, dropping his sword which makes a clang sound upon the ground. His hands immediately reach for his neck as you slowly suffocate him in your unnaturally strong grasp, something he clearly wasn't expecting. His eyes go bloodshot and glassy as he wheezes, veins popping underneath his skin as you can hear his heartbeat pound from within his chest.

His fingers claw at your arm as he struggles, you glare darkly, lifting him up higher so that he cannot touch the ground anymore. His legs kick from underneath him as he dangles, the light in his blue eyes fading with the harder you squeeze his throat. You catch movement to your left, the man you kicked into a table has woken up and is rightfully pissed about it. Fuck.

You tilt your head up at the man struggling to breath, "You really chose the wrong profession." His eyes widen as you add more pressure to your already heavy grip until you let your vampiric strength do the rest. His vertebrae cracks, tracheae and esophagus ripping and breaking from within as you fully crush his throat.

The man convulses a second as his spinal cord severs, your hand can't seem to relent until your iron grip holds so tight that blood begins to seep from out of his mouth and nostrils. When a couple red droplets land upon your skin does the pupils of your eyes constrict yet again, the delicious scent of fresh blood hitting your senses like a burst of saccharine perfume on the air.

You become like a woman thirsting in the desert after days in the hot beating sun all at once. Given a fresh icy cold glass of crystal clear water to drink, however if you give in to this heavenly temptation will someone die. And if you abstain from the drink of life, will you grow ever more wrathful and frustrated like a horny bull locked in a pen. You cannot stop this feeling as it grows.

Stupid men and their blood. Why are they even here?

You drop him instantly. He lands with a palpable thud sounding just like a wet towel smacked to the hard floor. You breath heavily just standing there like a statue, wide eyes staring at the warm blood droplets on your hand, you can't help yourself but bring the back of your hand to your lips. Licking off the delectable liquid like it's simple juice from a bleeding pomegranate in summer.

Delicious.

The man you kicked stops dead in his tracks as he watches you do this, you turn your head to look at him through narrowed eyes. Swallowing hard, you tilt your head at him, "Run." You whisper, forcing every fiber of your being to restrain yourself and stay where you are.

His confidence and valor returns to him as he scoffs, "I got payed for this, bitch."

"You didn't get paid enough."

He smirks before swinging his sword and taking a step forward, you take a step back when he swings, whole body lunging at you and right into your tight grasp that easily snatches his throat. His sword falls to the ground as you push him to the floor before releasing his neck to then sink your fangs straight into his vulnerable flesh. Your hands pin him down as he kicks and struggles underneath your strength that he cannot outmatch.

He cries out in agony as you feed, sucking out the life from his body with ease. Face growing paler by the second until something hard hits you over the back of your head, causing you to release the dying man as you tumble to the floor. Blood spurts across the stone from his ripped open jugular, leading a trail to you who's now gone, nowhere to be seen. All that's left is a puddle of blood as the hired mercenary blinks, perplexed, he could have swore you were just there. He could have been positive he just thwacked you off of his cousin with a broken piece of table.

You were just there.

The man steadies his breaths as he turns right and left and back again, making a full circle around himself but you're no where to be seen. He looks down, his cousin wheezes out his last breaths from the floor as a dark pool of blood forms around his neck. His friend lays nearby, throat bruised, swollen, and a little fucked up as he lays like a beaten dog on the floor. Eyes popped out of his sockets with lines of blood running out of his nose and the corners of his mouth.

He swallows thickly, suddenly realizing all that gold Rience paid him wasn't worth it at all. But maybe if he can kill you, whatever you are, then he'll get his friends coin and be a richer man then he came. However these thoughts diminish when a wet drop of something lands upon his cheek, then another, his brows furrow as he touches the liquid.

When he pulls his hand back can he faintly make out in the dim lighting a dark wetness coating his fingertips. Another droplet of this dark matter plops on the palm of his hand, staring at this strangeness with a puzzled expression does he slowly lift up his head to locate the source of the blood. He gasps in shock at the sight of you hanging upside down from the curved ceiling, blood all over your lips, chin, and cheeks. With eyes of glowing rubies, you hiss, baring your fangs like a nightmare come to life.

He jumps back in fright as you land upright directly in front of him like a coy vixen of death, close enough to touch now, too close for his comfort. He white knuckles the sword at his side, "Demon." Breaths out the man, terrified beyond belief as he whispers in a shaky voice, "Go to hell."

Your lips curl into a sly grin, "You first."

His arm moves up, sword heading for its mark when your lightening reflexes land a tight grasp on his forearm that halts all movement from the extremity. He freezes, breath caught in his throat as the two of you have an intense stare down while his heartbeat thunders within his chest from adrenaline and the sight of you before him.

Your grip tightens as you look into his soul, "Seems this world never fails to make a monster out of me yet. And you men never know when to stop." Your free hand reaches forward and back again in one proficient motion, the man's eyes widen as he begins to gag and choke on his own blood as it spurts out of a missing chunk of his throat.

You release his arm as he tries to cover the bleeding mess while falling to his knees as you take a step backwards. He falls forward, one hand pressing to the floor as the other attempts to stop the gushing mortal wound, he continues to gag and suffocate. A puddle forms and at last does he slump onto his side, letting it happen when a piece of his own trachea lands right in front of his face. Then he's gone, eyes staring vacantly at nothing but the wall.

You take a step back, shaking your head as you blink hard a couple times, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You shout, holding your blood coated hands up to see the damage you've done. Your eyes trail from your hands to the floor where his other two friends lay now, both clearly deceased, better place then this.

Suddenly you hear the sounds of the last mercenary to your right, he's by the pillar, you watch as he slowly stands before turning around and freezing. He glances from his unmoving and bloody companions to your blood coated cheeks and lips. He appears rather disturbed by this, disgusted even, you've seen these reactions all before.

Yet he takes a step forward in spite of his fear, picking up a fallen sword on the way before standing ready to kill. You smell something burning and turn your head to witness as the fire mage reaches the door both Yennefer and Ciri went into. He's trying to fucking burn it down! You turn to the man with the sword and scowl, "I don't have time for this." He will die if he means to even dare lay a single finger upon Ciri, or help aid in her pain.

He yells out before charging you anyways, sword swinging past your face as you step out of the way faster then he'd ever been anticipating. You practically moved in a blur; he whips around and swings again to only miss, sword kissing the open air as you casually walk over to pick up a fallen dagger. It's old and worn down yet a decent weapon that will do just as you need it to.

With dagger in your right hand do you square up with the man, standing a short distance away as he eyes you dangerously, rage flashing over his heated gaze. He growls before taking a single step forward with clear intention of rushing you, however, a dagger plant's itself right in the center of his forehead. Thus causing him to stop immediately in place as his eyes roll into the back of his head, a single trickle of blood seeping out of the bottom of the impaled dagger.

He goes limp, falling to his knees before slumping over onto the stone flooring right next to the man with a crushed windpipe, among other things. You take a breath before returning your undivided attention to the fire mage currently releasing his flames to the poor wooden door. And who's most certainly scaring the shit out of Ciri, and fucking Yennefer can't do a thing about it.

Although his aggressive assault of flames are halted when you've practically teleported to his side, snatching him by his hair and yanking back like you're some dirty fighter in a tavern brawl. The scar faced man yelps in surprise at the abrupt intrusion and the pain of your swift attack. He's on the ground before he can even blink with you kneeling above him, one hand around his neck and the other grasping his wrist.

He swallows thickly at the uncomfortable sensation of your hand pressing into his windpipe, still wet with the blood of his hired mercenaries. Yet the man below you smiles wickedly anyhow, "Aren't you a deadly thing?" He rasps as your grip tightens around his vulnerable throat, "Ah, ah, ah....I've got you too."

Your chest warms when he presses his free fingers to it, eliciting just enough heat to make it sting, and to force to you to lessen your grip on his neck. You grimace, face growing threateningly closer, "Fuck. You."

He raises his brows, enjoying this even with your grasp speaking death to him, his eyes never leave yours, "Beautiful as you are dangerous, no matter the mess upon your cheeks." He shamelessly flirts, keeping his glowing hot fingers to you still, "I never realized how much of a problem you'd become, regretfully I should have known better. But of course the heir to the Blood Throne could rip apart a couple mercenaries with ease."

"And what now dumbfuck?"

"Maybe we kill each other. Maybe we run away together?"

You scowl furiously, "Maybe I rip out your jugular."

"Not while my hand is here." You feel the heat grow as he smirks up at you with that coy fucked up face of his. He could be rather handsome if not for the gnarly burn scars and his unwashed hair.....maybe better personality, and life choices.

Your hard expression slowly turns into a closed lipped grin before breaking into a fangy smile that puts him on edge. Then in an instant have you released both grips from his neck and wrist to dodge to the side when he emits a ball of flame from his hand and into the door. He swiftly turns his sights to you only to be greeted with a clawed slash to the other side of his face, opposite to the burn scar. Another mark to show his battles with the wrong people.

The force of your violent attack sends him tumbling down the pathway past some pillars. When he stops sliding does he quickly get to his knees, hand holding over his bleeding face where three thin long lines stretch from his right ear, across his cheek, and over his lips to the end of his jaw and chin. A wound that will most certainly scar when it heals, a personal brand you've just given him.

He glares at you with hatred in his eyes as you take a threatening step forward to finish the job when suddenly he stands just as a distorted cloud of black smoke consumes him and he's gone. Portaling elsewhere like a goddamn coward. You hear footsteps and feel enchantment behind you as you turn around to watch as Ciri walks through a portal of distorted silvery colors.

"Ciri." You call after her though she's already through.

Your brows furrow as you lock onto the back of Yennefer who turns to see you looking at her through a spot in the melted door. And in this moment you know she means to follow by the look upon her face. Heart growing with confusion do you give her a puzzled look, "Yen. Stop." You affirm softly, unsure what's even happening right now or why they'd leave so suddenly with the fighting done.

She gives you an abiding last glance that marks regret and discouragement as she hesitates a moment, "I wish I could." Says Yennefer apologetically before breaking focus with you to turn around and walk through the portal without another word. Your lips part in dismay as the portal disappears into nothingness, leaving you alone in a room full of dead men and a singed door.

You take a step back, still breathing heavily, mind drawing a solid blank slate as you try and think of a reason for her to have just done this. She has never done anything so outwardly traitorous before, she never has ever once completed something so mysteriously selfish, never with something you have spoken of to care so much about.

You almost can't even believe it to be truth, she's gone....and Ciri is with her. The child you have been sworn by destiny itself to protect, the girl that you have grown to cherish and love more then you ever thought you could. A brewing anger flickers like a sparked match deep within your chest the longer you stand in the quiet gloom of the large temple. Broken and splattered in the blood of dead men with dark hearts.

You swallow thickly when the sounds of footsteps running down the hallway makes it to your ears. Your eyes shift up to land upon the burned hole in the door when the footsteps grow closer now until Geralt steps a few feet off to your right. He says not a word for a couple of seconds before resting his perplexed gaze upon you, "Y/N what happened?" He asks, clear confusion in his voice.

Your fists clench as your head bows in shame for the loss of Ciri and the conflicted feelings now towards Yennefer whom you thought you could trust. Feeling betrayed and defeated do you sigh, "I lost her Geralt, I fucking lost her." You whisper, deeply ashamed and brimming with fury that you can just barely speak of it. You can't understand, it doesn't make sense.

"Lost who?" He takes a step closer, "Y/N. Look at me. Tell me what happened?"

You lift your head to stare daggers at the wall from where they just left, "Yennefer told me she was hunted by a fire mage looking for us. Apparently he found what he was searching for, brought a couple friends with him too. Clearly."

"Yennefer was here?" Geralt glances from the singed door to you staring furiously at it, "Y/N. What happened? My love, help me understand."

You turn to look at him, face undoubtedly a blood smeared mess, "I killed his men. I couldn't get to him fast enough, he drew a portal to elsewhere." You huff in frustration, "Then fucking Yennefer and Ciri just walk through a goddamn portal themselves right in front of my eyes."

"They what?" He says in disbelief.

You purse your lips together in discontent, "You heard what I said." He gives you a look as you walk over to him, "We have a new problem now and unfortunately I trusted my heart more then my head, so my assumptions were right after all. And like an idiot did I ignore them."

"What assumptions?" He shakes his head, "Y/N what the fuck just happened? You said Yennefer was here, and a fire mage and..."

"Yes, and she showed up and I didn't know what for, she told me it was to heal and I didn't believe her but didn't press the matter, then she tells me of the fire mage who was after her. Asking about us." You throw a hand to the door, "The fucking psychopath who did that. But he was actually after Ciri."

You take a breath, blinking hard as you process your thoughts, "I think...I know, Yennefer needs Ciri for something too. I just don't know what or why? I didn't think she would betray me like this, I don't understand why she would do this disappearing act to begin with but I have a strong suspicion as to why."

"Why?" Asks Geralt, "What do you think would make her leave like this?"

"She lost her chaos." Geralt's hardened expression turns to a surprised understanding as you continue, "I feel that may be why she took Ciri with her. I just....I can't figure out why or how Ciri would be involved in any of her shit."

He sighs, expression thoughtful as he ponders his mind a moment, "Do you know where she would have gone?"

"No idea."

You then get a thought which causes you to part from Geralt, walking around him and over to the man with the missing jugular to search his corpse does Geralt watch you do this. Kneeling down do you look around the dead mans attire for something significant to give you an understanding into who and where he came from. Anything valuable really.

You lift up his hand just as Nenneke cautiously steps into the fucked up space that's going to need a deep cleaning, maybe even a prayer said, probably way more then that. She doesn't say a word due to her shock and processing mind but watch as you stick your hand inside the dead man's pocket before pulling out a coin and inspecting it carefully.

"Redanian crowns." You whisper in thought as Geralt steps closer to you, observing the coin as well. In Redania, but why there?

Nenneke looks from you to the bodies and the broken table, a more distraught expression crossing her features the longer she stares, "Melitele, I have failed you." She speaks solemnly and with a great bout of shame as she speaks her apologies to her goddess.

You look at her from over your shoulder, "Forgive me. These men were after Ciri." You let out a sigh before standing up and turning to fully focus upon her, "Our weapons?" Nenneke does not move, she does not change her stoic face as she stares at you, taking in your disheveled sight. So much blood.

With anger catching the wick within your heart do you clench your fists, taking a threatening step forward just as Geralt catches you by the wrist. Your scarlet irises are on him in a second though he is unafraid of your motherly wrath that glows bright in the shadowed dull blue light coming in from the stained glass windows.

Your expression softens as he gives you a nod before letting go and walking past you to meet eyes with Nenneke, "We need to find her." He says as she clasps her hands together, tilting her head up to look at him better.

"You need to let me help your dearly beloved over there." She affirms with a gentle voice brimming with deep concern that causes Geralt's brows to furrow, she touches his hands, "Y/N is in pain, let me help her first."

Geralt purses his lips together, "She's not safe to be around." He says quietly.

Nenneke gifts him a warm-hearted grin, "Has that ever stopped me before?" Geralt's head bows, golden eyes flickering from her dark irises to the floor splattered with blood. She lets go of his hands to step aside and slowly walk herself closer to you.

You couldn't even focus enough to pick up on whatever whispered secrets they were just discussing, you feel so full of frustration and hatred and hunger and sadness. Your fists clench so tight they could draw blood, breaths flowing in and out of you heavily from the fight and the rise in your nerves. You want to tear the temple apart and scream until there is nothing left of your throat.

You blink and Nenneke is a couple feet away, aurora gentle and calm as a spring morning while she sets her wise gaze to you and all your mess of blood and body that you are. A right feral thing to gaze upon. She takes a step closer anyways, "Y/N. Breath my child, focus on my voice and know peace."

Your jaw clenches as she takes another step closer, knuckles whitening, "I cannot feel peace. You cannot give it to me."

"Why does your lips speak this to me my dear princess?"

"Because I have failed and been deceived by my sister....at least I thought she was." You whisper, irritation clear in your voice, "I was blinded by my heart."

Nenneke stands inches from you now, expression kindly and soft, "Do you believe it is with malice?"

You swallow thickly, crimson eyes darting from hers to the wall and back to her again, "No."

She grins serenely, "Then bring yourself down from this rage inside, do not let it fuel you and let the flame of hate corrupt your heart." She reaches up to push a fallen piece of hair out of your eyes, "My dear Y/N, return to us from the shadows, set aside your darkness that killed these men so I may bring you into the light. Be human again, be part of our world that loves you so."

You take in a shaky breath, closing your eyes tightly as she sets her hands upon your shoulders, whispering to you, "Feel your breath flowing in and out of you now, remember your time at peace, remember the sunlight on your skin, the taste of bread in your mouth. Laughter and joy, remember you are loved and will always be loved. Come back to us from your pain, come back to us from your hate. Push away the monster inside you now, tame her bitterness and maleficence, you are Y/N."

Taking another shaky breath does your fists slowly unclench as you begin to relax, causing the Redanian crown to fall from your weakened grasp and cling when it hits the floor. Your face contorts like you mean to cry, fighting within yourself to keep in control and collect your bearings instead of screaming out or letting the tears fall. Your face slowly relaxes once again into a more neutral expression as you find your calmed breaths.

Opening your eyes of scarlet do they face Nenneke's dark ones, she watches as the constricted pupils of your eyes instantaneously dilate into what is conventionally normal for you. Eyes that are not ready to cause violence or let blood splatter against her temple walls, she knows inside you are now letting your more human side shine. And she is pleased with your resilience and heart.

Her smile grows as you breath, heartbeat calming the longer she holds your gaze, "Good, good, be at peace with yourself my dear. Easy now, let the hatred out with the breath, very good Y/N." She whispers proudly, giving your shoulders a delicate squeeze before pulling away and taking a step back as you fully calm.

Geralt watches from the center of the room with great surprise and relief, until now he's the only person alive who's ever been able to calm you down completely after going into a rage with bloodlust. It's not often this happens to you, but when it does can the results be tragic or at the very least incredibly messy. Either way, he's grateful to have Nenneke here to keep your wits about you.

Her gentle eyes look up into yours, "How did it break?" She asks, referring to the magical ball with the small links of chain attached to it, the very thing Ciri was holding hours before.

You glance down at the cracked object on the floor, "She does that to things." You reply before stepping aside to walk over to Geralt.

Nenneke nods, turning around to face you two, "If what you say about that girls power is true." You stop and turn around to give her your attention, she continues with an almost eluded gaze that flickers with sympathy, "You can't help her."

You immediately turn your back to Nenneke, "I'll find my own weapon."

"What I mean is," You stop to listen as she looks at your back, "Ciri needs more than you can give her now." She locks eyes with Geralt, "More than the both of you."

"I swore to protect her." He says, frustration clear in his voice, "Nenneke, I will not sit back and wait for something worse then a rouge mage and his agenda to happen to her. Neither of us will."

She sighs, eyes darting from him to the back of you, "Do you truly believe Yennefer means to harm the girl?"

You look at her from over your shoulder, "I wish Yennefer knew of the balance you spoke of." You can't help but turn around to face her fully now, expression serious and embittered, "More than you know, I wish it. But despite my feelings that kept my hope and love for so long, I learned my lessons about Yennefer and wishes. I know all this now, clearer then before."

"Sometimes, we assume the worst because we fear to hope."

You scoff before turning to walk away once again, Geralt right with you yet Nenneke persists, "How...can I help you? How can I help you? The both of you?"

You stop as Geralt does first, himself turning to face Nenneke just as yours does the same. He gives you a mutual look before setting his gaze to Nenneke, "We need you to open a portal." ——

Stepping over a mud puddle does your boots press into dirt and flattened bits of fish skins thrown out of someones window just above you, how long ago you have not a clue, nor do you care. All you care about is keeping your hood down low enough so that the upper half of your face is shadowed by the hood of your cloak from anyone taking notice of your crimson irises. The last thing you need right now is to be stopped and questioned by the goddamn people of Oxenfurt or Redanian soldiers.

Both who are not so particularly fond of elves or anyone not human to begin with. But luckily you were able to get your clothing cleaned before setting out on this newest adventure, seems magic does have its perks after all.

A couple children run past you, causing your cloak to sway against your legs at how close they were to you. Their laughter breaks the bustling air of a hundred voices all flowing together at once, besides that and the sounds of livestock, doors opening and closing and everything else.

While passing by a window does your nostrils gather in the scent of blood once more; elf, male, bleeding out of a hidden wound to his right thigh. You cough, trying to thrust the scent out of your senses before quickly covering your nose and mouth with the palm of your hand. Geralt takes immediate notice of this and swiftly takes your arm, leading you past a couple merchants until he turns you both down an alley.

His strong grasp loosens before his hands press you up against the back wall of some wooden house, "Control yourself, Y/N." Urges Geralt calmly, golden eyes flickering across your face.

Your eyes shut tightly before opening up to find his, you remove your hand from your lips, "That was me controlling myself. Might I remind you how much this fucking place reeks, I feel like I'm going to go insane from everything....too loud, too putrid the scents, too many people..."

His expression softens as he takes the sides of your face within his hands, "Then just focus on me. Just me." Whispers Geralt, "It's just me and you right now. No one else, nothing."

You release a slow breath, gaze lingering onto Geralt's as you find your focus. Feeling his gloved hands upon your skin, his hot breath against your face, his scent you've loved since the moment you met him long ago. You touch your hands to his, bringing his hands away from your face to hold them, "Okay. I'm okay, I'm in control." You then give his hands a light squeeze, "Thank you."

Geralt gifts you a handsome grin in return, "There's my Y/N." He muses, "Now when we go back out there, try not to piss anyone off or scare them. All we need to do is find Jaskier."

You scoff, "Right. How hard can it be? Find a bard in Oxenfurt in this shitfuck of a town, I'll certainly do my best."

He presses a gentle hand to your shoulder before giving it a light squeeze, "Be nice. We need to find him." You give him a loathed look to behold, he knows how much you hate traveling through bigger towns and kingdoms alike due to the certain aromas and people produced. Things he can't smell nor hear half as well as you can, he can only try to imagine the stench and great annoyance of the Redanian people.

At the face you give him does Geralt throw you a warning look, "Y/N."

"I'm nice, I can be the kindest fuck you've ever seen in your life."

He snickers a little at that, "I know you can. Now come, let's find what we can and see if there's a  trail leading us to our bard." You roll your eyes just as he swiftly steals a kiss upon your lips before pulling away and heading out of the alley.

When he's made his way into the opened path of the street do you reach his side, "The fuck was that?" You half-hardheartedly interrogate.

Geralt shrugs with a small smile upon his lips, "Just looked as though you needed it."

Shaking your head at him do you look away, "Yeah....well....shut up." Geralt simply chuckles to himself at your semi-flustered reaction to being randomly kissed by him like you two are new lovers traveling for the very first time.

But you'd be a damn fool to say you didn't enjoy it, it's truly the little moments that get you so much.

You soon pass by a couple men chopping up blooded chunks of lamb, a cart full of blankets of all colors of the rainbow, a woman reprimanding a cat in the street, and more people just walking around getting to wherever they need to go. Your gaze trails over the alleys as you pass, ears listening for gossip or the sounds of a lute gifting her spirit of song to the masses. But you hear nothing, see nothing relating to Jaskier at all.

Turning a corner lets your inquisitive gaze lock onto a few whores standing off to the side of the street, somewhere in between heckling and showing provocation for whoever passes by. You give the side of Geralt a nudge, "Idea."

"What?"

"Them." His eyes scan ahead to find a pencil thin whore sweet talking some old man who appears like he'd rather be smacked by a fish then do whatever this woman has just suggested.

"You think they'd know where he is?"

"It's worth a try isn't it?"

Geralt hums, "Fine. You ask."

"Why me?"

"Because you gave the suggestion first."

You give Geralt a hooded look, "Coward."

He makes a puzzled expression, "Y/N.."

You raise a hand, "Speak less." You then give him a wink, "Watch and learn a true seductress perform. If I don't know where Jaskier is after this you may need to pull them off of me."

He simply rolls his eyes at you, though a humored grin remains anyhow, "Sure, sure. And if they don't know where he is, or they happen to be immune to your seduction, what then?"

"What then you ask? Oh you silly man, they will tell me one way or another."

"And if they don't legitimately know, hmm? What then?"

You stop near a stall selling honey and cheeses, expression thoughtful, "I'll figure it out. Just stop questioning me you craven so I can talk to the scary big breasted women who'd love nothing more then to get you into any position that their wicked hearts desire."

"Alright." He crosses his arms over his chest, "Just find out if.."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Jaskier." You mutter in a mockingly Geralt voice, taking a step away from him, "Right, the bard you left alone on the mountain. Remember that?"

He gives you a look, "So did you."

Stopping in the middle of the muddy street do you give him a look, "So did you." Speaking mockingly yet again in his low tone of voice before resting a hand on your hip and turning around, "Fuck off." You sass with a flick of your hand like he's some common peasant boy.

Geralt snorts at your dramatics anyhow, watching as you saunter across the street towards the whores attempting to pick up random strangers going about their business. While getting closer to a fair skinned woman with lavender hair can you pick up the potent scent of all four lined against the wall. Baths? Who needs them? You force yourself to continue onward anyways.

Hood still up and shadowing your eyes can you soon catch the sight of the lavender haired woman with a plethora of cleavage you hadn't cared to notice until now, it's hard not to, there's just so much of it. Way more then you possess that's for damn sure. Her dark eyes soon land upon you casually walking closer to her, a brilliant grin making it's way onto her admittedly beautiful features. No matter the dirt smudges on her cheeks....and her smell.

She raises an intrigued brow, flicking a piece of hair off of her shoulder, "Now what's this?" She says slyly, deeply interested in this hooded mystery woman walking over to her now.

Your smirk is witnessed under the dark hood, "Have I caught your eye, or have you caught mine?" You question with a cunning voice that sends shivers down her spine.

She tilts her head at you still hooded and ever a mystery, "Hmm. Yet to be determined. May I see this foxy traveler finding herself in my presence?"

"If you ask nicely."

She giggles to herself, folding an arm underneath her breasts as she waves you off with her other hand, "Oh you sly thing. Very well, may I see your face I am just dying to catch in the sunlight this fine day?"

"You may."

She bites her lip as you give her a small bow of your head, hands reaching up to slowly pull your hood back until two brilliant eyes of shimmering rubies stare back at her. Paired with a face that could make both men and women fall to their knees begging for more, for just a night with you're exquisite vessel. She's never seen anyone so beautiful in her entire life.

"My, my, my, you are just as your voice reveals to be." She marvels, mouth slightly parted in awe.

"And how is that?"

"As alluring as the first flower of spring." She says before gifting you a coy smirk, "Not an elf, and certainly not a human such as myself. Are you a nymph?"

"Not a nymph. But someone lucky enough to have blessed my eyes upon your angelic body." Butter her up, that's it. You give her a fangy smirk, "And a fine day it is, much finer now."

She bites her lower lip, "I don't care what you are, I can be whatever you'd like. Names Olenna, but I'll let you call me Enna, all my friends do."

"Well Enna, may I ask you something?"

She instantly nods, "Anything."

You take a step closer just slightly into her personal space though she doesn't mind this new close proximity at all, not even when you tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "Just a small question, nothing much at all. And I believe you may have my answer."

"I could." She whispers, completely entranced by your radiance, "I know many things, many many things um..uhh."

You give her a little smile, "It's Sivyra."

"oh. Sivyra."She repeats, "What a beautiful name."

"My father gave it to me, it means great wind in my peoples mother tongue." You whisper, gently and provocatively emphasizing on the ending word, creating a lasting thought in her mind that sends a shiver down her spine once again. So easily she falls for you, it's almost pathetic but honestly at this point you're having too much fun.

Her dark eyes quickly flicker from your lips to your scarlet eyes, "Sivyra?"

"Yes?"

"What is it you wanted to ask of me?"

"Right. Smart thing you are, aren't you?" She giggles when you gift her a wink, "Now, I want to know if you've got any idea as to where any bards may be hiding their talents in a place like this?"

"A bard?" Her brows furrow at this, "What would you want a bard for?"

You gently caress the side of her cheek to draw her confusion back to you, "Because I myself am quite fond of the arts, music in particular, and I don't just spend a night with anyone without the sounds of a tuned melody in the air."

She stares at you in awe, "oh."

"Yes. So my dear Enna, what does that inquiring mind of yours have for me? Do you truly know a thing or two about the happenings of Oxenfurt or will I have to ask one of your friends?"

Her eyes flicker from the other whores then back to you, she quickly shakes her head, "No, no, I know of a bard."

"Hmm, do tell."

She smiles, "The Sandpiper is his name, he's a marvel I tell you, knows how to strum a lute and what a voice. You could do as you'd please listening to him all night...do anything really...anything at all." Her hand moves to touch your hair when your grasp is quick to stop her, she gasps, nerves sparking with excitement at your strong touch. Heartbeat picking up when you giver her a teasingly warning look.

"The Sandpiper you say? And where can we find him now?"

"Now that, that will cost you." Says Enna, gaining her confidence back, and by the way that her eyes flicker with mischief can you tell she knows something you don't.

You raise a brow at her, "Cost me hmm? Seems you know of something highly valuable to me, speak of it you coy vixen or lest your time with me this night will be all that more feverish."

Enna bites her bottom lip at your alluring words, batting her lashes at you like a rosy cheeked maiden, "As you wish, m'lady." She drawls, "The Sandpiper, he won't be singing any longer for us if you can't somehow manage to pay off the guards holding him prisoner." Finally.

"Prisoner? So our lovely bards in a cell as we speak, now this is troubling news." You make a disappointed face to further sell your part, "So it would seem I must be the one between the two of us to pay this debt, for I refuse to have a night spent with as glorious a woman as you with lack of music. A tragic thing that would be, a dreadful thing even."

Enna grins brightly, "I can take you to him."

"You can? How splendid." You let go of her arm before taking a step back, "Lead the way my dear." She giggles, pressing a hand over her heart as she picks up a piece of her long semi-dirty dress that looks as though she stole it from a talented seamstress.

Enna gives you a playful little curtsy, "Follow me." Her grin never falters as she turns to swagger past her fellow whores with you following behind her. As she walks ahead speaking about something you don't truly care about do you turn your sights to a deeply astounded Geralt still standing by the honey stand.

You nod your head in the direction of the babbling whore, mouthing from across the street, "Come on." He shakes his head at you before taking a step to walk, soon following you and the whore down the streets of Oxenfurt from a safe unassuming distance.

Oh you are quite the marvel indeed, thinks Geralt as he watches you go, and all his.

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Bestie😩✌️can you do a part 2 of where their child gets a Valentine but with Osamu, Yaku, Suna, Shirabu and u can choose the other one I don't mind😙tyty and take ur time🤠✌️

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEIR DAUGHTER RECIEVES A VALENTINE LETTER PT.2

ft. timeskip! osamu miya, yaku morisuke, suna rintaro, shirabu kenjiro, iwaizumi hajime

note: female reader❗plsss ofc I can bestie! shirabu was a challenge, yaku too 😭😭 I hope you like it!

part 1

•OSAMU was at the kitchen of Onigiri Miya when the door flew open and saw you and his lovely daughter in your arms "look a ma pretty girl! ya wanna have lunch here today bubbles?" the kid got quickly out of your arms to go hug her fathers leg "yeah daddy! wan’ sum yum’ ‘nigiri!" the smile on his face was full of love, he still can't believe what did he good to deserve the both of you "uh! daddy ya won't believe what happened to me today!" knowing what was going to happen, your hand went to your mouth to muffle your giggles "a boy, a pretty boy actually! gave me a letter and now he is my boyfriend!" the tall man stopped what he was doing, his attention fully in his daughter "no" the child confused "no?" "yeah, no boyfriend's for ya— actually we can go to another kinder right? new friends and stuff" as funny as the moment was, you needed to interrupt " ‘samu she's a child" his face dead serious, while chopping some vegetables "and a don't care— there's no way ma child gets a boyfriend, maybe when she's thirty"

•YAKU went to pick up his little girl after one week apart, he promised her over FaceTime that the exact moment he was back in Japan he would be with her "Sunshine! papa is here, I missed you so much!" he told her while bending over and opening his arms to receive her with a bug hug "papa! I missed you so much! I'm so happy to see you" picking her up with one arm while the other one was behind her neck to press her closer to his chest "me too darling, me too". little girl in his arms suddenly pops her head out of his chest ready to tell him what happened last week "papa! I got a valentine letter and a boyfriend when you were out!" he stops his way to the car, standing in the middle of the sidewalk with a fake smile and wide eyes "ahaha— very funny! you really got some jokes in there darling, so smart" she started signaling 'no' with her head "I'm not joking! look thru my bag and you gonna find the letter dad" he was spiraling to the car so he could see the damn letter, after his daughter was secured in the backseat and he was in the drivers seat, he in fact saw the little letter full of hearts and glitter "yeah— umh— no, we are gonna talk about this at home"

•SUNA had his daughter sitter on his lap, he was looking thru some sports clothes on his laptop while kids cartoon where on the TV "daddy?" "yeah?" "can I tell you something?" he raised a brow, eyes looking at her with a suspect expression "whatever you want, princess" she didn't say nothing, just got up from her seat went to the room and came with something behind her tiny hands "okay daddy, close your eyes" she carefully placed the letter on his hands "open them!" rintaro was so proud thinking his daughter made him a little draw of her perfect and loving family until he saw the initial of his daughter and other one with a plus between then, and a big read heart down it "what's this?" "is my promise letter! my husband made it for me and now we are married!" what are people teaching their kids this days? his girl was just his, a little more at least "nope, tell the boy the only man in your life is me" "but daddy! do you know how difficult a divorce could be?" he smirked before picking up her again and placing butterflies kisses all over her cheeks, little and high giggles all over the living room "I don't care angel, you're mine, only mine"

•SHIRABU was on his home-office when the little girl came running towards him with open arms "daddy! daddy! I missed you" he smiled a little before pulling back the chair so he could pick her up "I missed you too, darling. how was your day?" he finished the sentence with a peck on her forehead " ‘t was good, I got a valentine letter!" she got what? "I'm sorry darling I didn't quite hear you, what did you say?" the little girl sighed, knowing full well her dad listened to her the first time "I said, that I got a valentine letter and now I got a boyfriend" a boyfriend too? he didn't even date in highschool, he met you in college "did you know that Daddy doesn't let you have boyfriends? boys are smelly, I learned that in school" his child always, always, believed what he said, so she would dare to doubt his words "smelly!? I'm gonna break up with him tomorrow, after all I have you dad" his hands went to his girl hair, softly patting it before bringing her head to his chest "you're right darling, you have me"

•IWAIZUMI opened the door to find his precious girl sitting on the floor, drawing something in the coffee table while watching some tv, he carefully went behind her so he could have her a surprise hug "aaah! guess who got home!" he told there while tickling the sides of her body, little girl screaming his lungs out "dad! you scared me" he stopped, picking her up so he could give her a kiss "I'm expecting my welcome home kiss, missy—" his eyes caught the little drawing in the table looking at the barely well writing of 'i love you' "oooh angel, were you making me a letter?" she gaves him a confused look "nuh-uh daddy, that's for my boyfriend, he gave me one today so I want to give him too" he let her standing in the coffee table, looking amused by what she just said "and who gave you permission to have a boyfriend?" "do I need permission to have one?" hajime scoffed, of course, she actually needs permission to talk to a boy in fact, he is not gonna let anyone hurt his precious girl "yes and in fact, I'm gonna keep this draw for myself, I'm the only man in your life, the uncles too" now he had a single daughter and a beautiful draw, that wasn't meant for him, hanging in the fridge door

[lunaastoir]

fluff/relationships w the mondstadt crew

characters included: diluc, kaeya, and jean

gn! reader as always <3

tw: fluff??? domesticity??? crack??? ideal relationships w people who will never be real??? also mentions of alcohol!

an: so i’m back w a sequel to my “fluff/relationships w the liyue crew” since you guys seemed to really like it <3 thank you my heart is literally melting 😩 this post was getting too long so i excluded some of the characters but expect a part. 2 (more like part 3 but part 2 to the mondstadt version)! 

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diluc

man. this MAN.

that’s it, that’s the headcanon. 

he would literally be the most doting lover in the softest ways

SUCH a soft romantic like you thought you knew love??? nah this man will show you what love is

will constantly leave you things around the winery to convey his silent thank you’s and appreciation for you putting up with him being busy for most of the day

it’s always the most thoughtful things ever too like-

you mentioned how nice it would be to have some fresh lemonade with the hotter weather outside but it was too late in the day to actually go to the market in search of fresh lemons 

the next day you walked downstairs only to be greeted with a pitcher of cool lemonade with a side of lemon bars

there was a note attached to the handle of the pitcher <3 

“i recall you mentioning how lemonade would be perfect for the warmer weather so i decided to make some for you this morning. i hope it’s still cool by the time you drink it. love, d” 

pls sir your hand in marriage

he secretly loves it when you usher him to bed after waking up in the dead of night to see him working by candlelight on reports 

soft hands on his cheeks gently whispering about how, it’s been far too long and come to bed, darling and there will be time for this in the morning

his protests are light given the dark purple hues under his crimson eyes but he’ll still make a little fuss 

don’t let this man fool you tho he’s so so touched that you care enough to check up on him and drag him to bed!!

sometimes on the days he has a bit more free time, the two of you will quickly grab your dinners and race to the highest spot in the winery to watch the setting sun

these moments are always filled with laughter, something you’ve found you’re easily able to pull out of diluc, simply because it’s you 

uncontrollable sobbing

he would let you paint his nails black like the angsty man he is 

frankly he would let you do anything to him if it makes you happy <3 

ok but wait diluc w bLACK NAILS?? AND RINGS??? i would die on the spot ⚰️

on the topic of makeup, this man is surprisingly really good w it 

i like to think he learned after practicing on kaeya when they were younger bc kaeya was really into makeup

you found out after babysitting klee one day and trying failing to draw eyeliner on the sweet girl after her “big brother ‘bedo!”

you hastily grabbed some wipes, gently wiping off the messed up design before attempting to dive back in 

diluc however, had some down time so he decided to check up on his favorite chaotic duo 

only to be met with a pile of dirtied makeup wipes, your frustrated expression, and klee’s growing jitteriness 

swiftly moving to your side, he quietly asked if you needed help 

you glanced up quizzically before handing him the eyeliner, already looking around to find more makeup wipes when this inevitably goes wrong 

to your utter surprise tho the eyeliner is perfect??? two perfect winged lines??? in less than a minute??? WHAT

you just stood there like 😦 before diluc got back up and handed you the eyeliner 

you were short-circuiting, klee was ecstatic, diluc was worried about you 

ok last thing abt diluc 

crack! warning but the both of you like lowkey pranking kaeya 

for diluc it’s revenge on his annoying brother; for you it’s good - natured sibling rivalry fun 

every time the two of you see kaeya, one of you always swipes something of his 

small things really, it could be a pen or a handkerchief

one time, diluc swiped kaeya’s spare eyepatch and from the looks of it, kaeya’s only spare black eyepatch bc he was frantically looking for it yk he’s desperate when he even asked diluc if he saw it

the two of you spent an hour nearly laughing your asses off 

all in all, life w him is so sweet 

kaeya

pretty boy? pretty boy. 

while i can’t guarantee stability, life would never be boring w this man that’s for sure

piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 

he LOVES it, the feel of you on his back while he’s walking around mondstadt most likely carrying you to your commission 

he finds it comforting especially since he can hear the rumble of your voice against him while you recount stories, or just babble on about everything under the sun 

he is SO dramatic so obviously when y’all reach the site of the commission he has to kill all the monsters even tho the both of you agreed to split it up evenly 

he makes quick work of his set before stealing some of yours much to your chagrin 

you scold him but can you really be mad at him when he looks drop dead gorgeous freezing the hilichurls the answer is no, no you cannot be

oh my god ok wait-

he does this thing where he tries to spook you in public 

so say you’re getting groceries at the mondstadt general store

you round the corner just minding your own business, looking around, taking in the sunshine 

and suddenly you just hear someone drop in behind you but before you can register anything you hear a soft “boo” and hands circle your waist 

you jump SIKE let’s be honest you shrieked 

meanwhile kaeya’s just laughing his ass off 

you can hear his rich peals of laughter while you attempt to regain your bearings 

he does this so often you SHOULD be used to it but you really aren’t bc mans is SNEAKY-

he cards his fingers in your hair whenever you’re speaking 

he doesn’t know why, it’s just a cute habit and he finds the feel of his fingers in your hair soothing

oH on the topic of comfort, kaeya really likes resting two fingers on the back of your neck???

ik he seems like the type to throw his arm around your shoulder which yes he totally is but during more serious conversations his hand automatically seeks out the warmth of your neck 

your neck feels amazing especially during the warmer months due to his chilly fingers contrasting with your warm skin  

he likes that he’s able to access such a vulnerable part of you and you would willingly let him 

HE GETS YOU MATCHING OUTFITS

no i will NOT take criticism on this i just kNOW he’s that type of guy

it would be those stupid “i’m his” and “they’re mine” sweatshirts like BYE 

it’s so cringy but for some reason it’s oddly adorable and you truly despise it but you can’t seem to say no whenever he asks 

you pretend to ignore the look of pity diluc throws your way whenever he sees you like this

kaeya really loves accessories so i think he would be the type to give you a promise ring or something similar to show that he truly does care for you 

he would brush it off, flirting a little like usual before handing you the ring 

with the way his cheeks softly darken though, you know he’s being genuine 

TICKLE FIGHTS ik i mentioned this for childe but shhhh

he has tickle fingers??? his hands just loOK like they’re itching to tickle someone so you’ll most likely be the unfortunate victim 

he will not show you mercy. at all. he’ll tickle you until there are tears streaming from your eyes, your face is hot, and your voice is hoarse from laughing so damn hard 

it gives him such a rush of serotonin its SO CUTE 

i feel like this goes without saying but he’s super into pda,,, anything and everything is on the table 

hand holding? duh. ass grabs? ofc. carrying you bridal style around mondstadt? why not 

ik he’s typically very playful but once the relationship reaches a certain stage, he’ll slowly start to let down the walls that surround his facade 

very very slowly show you the more realistic parts of him 

the real, damaged pieces of his soul 

he’ll be carefully monitoring your reaction though, any sign of fear or disgust will have him recoiling within himself again and you most likely will never see his true nature ever again 

SO BE CAREFUL 👹

once you’ve seen the parts of him he’s offered to you, the hushed whispers of his past, and the uncertain lines of his future, he will take off his eyepatch 

pretends like he’s not super nervous but he’s SWEATING- 

the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen though hands down 

you can understand why he covers it up but you would like it if he felt comfortable enough to take off the eyepatch occasionally when he’s with you 

also!!! sleeps with his eyepatch side facing you (in the event he wears it to bed) 

if this happens you KNOW he trusts you bc it’s his blindside <3 

anyways life w kaeya will never be boring but he is a very complicated man 

stay with him though, i promise it’ll be worth it 

jean

the key to jean’s heart is coffee and food 

GET HER COFFEE AND FOOD

i am begging you she deserves it 😭

the poor woman works so hard bc the knights are so mf understaffed, this is literally the best way you can ever show her your love and appreciation when she has work

she will MELT if you have a hot shower and dinner waiting for her when she inevitably returns later than she promised

will completely refuse at first with, “you did not have to do this, it’s too much” but shush her as you shOULD bc she deserves the entire world 

she’s the definition of “you do something for me, i’ll return the favor ten times grander”

you leave a flower on her desk bc it reminded you of her??? you’ll wake up to find a whole bouquet of the prettiest windwheel asters you’ve ever seen the next morning along with a thank you note

she’s so sweet BYE

she gets flustered extremely easily so you obviously use this as an opportunity to tease her 

when you’re in public rest your hand on her waist and inch it higher until your hand is underneath her shirt and in contact with her warm skin 

she’ll actually short-circuit its quite adorable 

sometimes y’all will be cuddling and you’ll hear whispers of her insecurities 

“am i a good grand master? will i ever be as valiant as vanessa?”

reassure her!!! tell her that she doesn’t need to be like vanessa, she’s already amazing as jean 

if you haven’t seen her in awhile, track her down and schedule a lunch date 

she never misses appointments and if it’s for you, she’ll gladly make time to see you even if she has to stay up even later than usual 

OH-

GIVE HER MASSAGES 

she has so much tension and the sorest muscles from hunching over papers and running around on errands 

if you sneak into her office and quietly stand behind her before gently pushing down on the sore tendons of her neck, she’ll genuinely fall over on her desk 

so make sure you steady her 😀

after you feel how tight her muscles are though, you drag her to barbara bc she needs a healer asap 😭

while most of your time is spent in her office - you helping out in the ways you can while jean is overseeing knight duties - you still have your fair share of life outside of the favonius headquarters

jean never likes to sit still so whenever you have free time, the both of you head off looking for monsters to clear

bouken da bouken???

adventuring w jean is seriously the funnest thing you could ever do 

it’s just non-stop you accidentally getting into trouble and her having to come help you 

even tho the both of you are dead tired after fighting, what? 20 hilichurl camps now??? the laughter and joy in your eyes shows how you both truly loved every minute of it

it’s both a stress reliever, good fun, and a work-out <3

you’re definitely prone to getting dragged to angel’s share w kaeya 

kaeya and jean sometimes hang out after work at the tavern so inevitably you’re dragged along too 

all three of you are drunk out of your minds which just makes everything a MILLION times funnier 

kaeya slurring over his words makes the two of you start cackling endlessly while diluc just shakes his head making sure to not give you more wine despite your pleas 

angel’s share ft. kaeya and bartender diluc are always the best times fr fr 

life with her literally feels like y’all are married 

so much domesticity it’s so NICE ALJDKSFH

your house is always so clean and the color scheme is impeccable bc jean has such a good eye 

you have a chore schedule 😎 but it almost never works out bc jean ends up doing everything without you knowing- 

you always confront her abt it and she’s like 😁 “i had some time so i did them! no worries tho” like i- time??? where bitc-

oH- she has amazing style so you can bet shopping w her is literally the best experience 

she takes you to all of the hidden gems some places lisa recommended and helps you pick out things 

will 100% get really blushy if you come out in something and ask her for her opinion tho she’s literally the cutest

basically jean is a sweet girl who deserves the entirety of teyvat that is all. 

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3