#SHAGGY IN THE CORNER HAS ME ABSOLUTELY LOSING MY MIND

[nian-7]

Heyo, I think matchup reqs are open but if not feel free to ignore (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

If it's alright I'd like a romantic and platonic match up for Pjsk and bsd (if not just romantic/ pjsk is fine)

Info:

My names Karma

I'm a minor, 17

I'm afab but I'm Genderfluid and use all pronouns

I'm pretty short for my age, 5’1 the last time I checked unfortunately, sobs. I don't get out much besides going to work for money so I'm pale as hell. I have freckles pretty much everywhere not a whole lot but they're definitely noticeable. I am cursed with a baby face, it gets better when I put on my glasses though, im cursed with terrible vision, I'm not allowed to drive without my glasses it's that bad

My hair is a shaggy wolf cut with curtain bangs, I'm a natural blonde but I always dye my hair ginger cause it's my favorite look on me (I'm trying to look like Chuuya cause I love him sm)

I'm an INFP-T, I'm also Asexual and Panromantic (slightly woman leaning but not an insane amount) I dress in dark academia style almost always: cardigans, sweater vests, long over coats paired with sweaters underneath. I'm very much trying to be that person you fall in love with in the book store 

When I'm in public alone I am very much socially awkward and anxious. I keep to myself and I am terrified of causing trouble for anyone

I tend to be drawn to more loud people; or more like popular/louder people adopt me out of the blue and I go along with it (which is funny considering I'm usually quiet) 

Once I've warmed up with people I very much match energys with whoever I'm with, typically just trying to make friends laugh. I value people's happiness very much

If we're out at a mall or something I'm quieter, but in private I can get very loud 

I also have a very close group of online friends all over the world (Some of us are meeting up soon and I'm very excited)

A lot of people have said that I also have big sister vibes

I do have diagnosed Anxiety and depression, typically I try not to let anyone see that side of me. I can spiral a bit into episodes where I just kind of ghost people and ride out whatever feelings I'm dealing with, then come back about 3-6 days later

I don't really do well with anger in general, weather it be my own or other people's

I also don't really have any appetite most of the time (I'm not sure if it's medical or not) but this can cause me sometimes to get super dizzy out of nowhere because I've forgotten to eat/drink 

I'm a digital artist, and I actually write fanfiction on Tumblr as well. I absolutely love cats, I’d talk about my cat Hazel for hours if I could (She's mean to me but I still love her </3) I also really like Vocaloid/Hatsune Miku music (kinda not surprising considering pjsk lol), I don't usually mention it in person though cause it's embarrassing to explain that shes just a singing hologram

I also have a fox obsession, I own a huge fox plush that takes up a designated corner of my room lol

I don't mind most things personality wise in people, but I do wish to be respected obviously

I like someone I can poke fun at casually and who can poke fun at me as well

My love language is big gift giving (wether it be buying or drawing occasionally) and physical affection (Cuddles always ╥⁠﹏⁠╥)

I've gotten tones of jokes that I only go for gingers, but I have zero preference for looks

I'm an overly patient person and get a little annoyed when people aren't as patient (but it's not a complete put off or anything) 

I also am very much someone who has to be on time. If I am not on time I lose it a bit

I think that's all (Maybe too much ´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`)

But thank you so much in advance! I hope you have an amazing day/week 💟

hi, anon! i haven't read bsd in a while so i'm a little rusty so i only did prsk. hope you still enjoy!

I match you with... (platonically)

Saki Tenma!

-The biggest thing for you to be matched with Saki was the big sister vibes that you mentioned. The dynamic would just be too cute to pass up on!

-I tried to pick a more 'loud' or extroverted person and although I decided to opt for Saki instead of Tsukasa, I think you both would mesh together even when she's not necessarily as loud as her brother.

-Saki is like the person you can fall back onto in social situations when you get anxious. She doesn't mind taking the lead and helping you out when you get nervous.

-She's not someone who gets angry often and tries to be there for you when you ghost her or others. She tries her best to understand what you're feeling and tries to sympathize with you.

-You both having the same energy is something that would make the whole friendship mesh well and she has the capabilities to be calmer or quieter if needed.

I match you with... (romantically)

Shizuku Hinomori!

-Although Shizuku is somewhat different than Saki, I think she's the best match overall. The physical affection she gives to you is one of the big factors.

-As someone who enjoys pda/affection, Shizuku would love to cuddle or hold hands with you all the time. She kisses you in public and just loves to be near you.

-She loves the gifts you give her as well no matter what they are. She'll always gush about them whenever someone asks about something relating to it (whether that embarrasses you or not).

-She's a very light teaser and it comes off more lovingly than anything but she enjoys it when her partner gives her attention through light teasing too.

-Although a bit airheaded, she's treating you similarly to Shiho. Asking always if you're hungry or thirsty, being the talker in public if you need it, etc. She just gives you more romantic affection than sisterly affection (obviously)

[lonely-lost-soul]

Since I've Been Gone

Request: what if...Platonic fluff things with reader and bench trio?... Like they're all in a flower field chilling then Tommy is like, "You guys wanna make flower crowns?" And reader, ranboo, and tubbo just look at him like 👁👁 what, Turns out Tommy picked up flower crown making from his big brothers techno and Wilbur so now he does it when he's either bored or stressed. Anyways hope this inspires you <3 -🐱 Anon

(Platonic!Bench Trio x Gn!Reader)

The server had been through a lot, Tommy was just recently revived and was coming off of finding out his two best friends were married. The young boy had a white streak in his blonde hair and was still trying to adjust to the life he missed. Especially when it came to his longtime friend and roommate (y/n). Tommy had recently found out they were off living with Karl and Sapnap in the Kinoko Kingdom...the bitch. After Tommy had disappeared after he...died Karl had found them hiding out in his old library. You had scared the time-traveler half to death when he found you camping out in a corner of the room. However, after seeing as you had nothing, no weapons or armor he concluded you weren’t much of a threat, especially after you told him your sob story. You told him you lived with Tommy and you couldn’t go back there now that he was dead, Ranboo and Tubbo were off doing married things and you had felt so alone. Karl decided at that moment he would take you in, no matter what the cost. Sapnap had a bit more trouble adjusting to your presence, but as soon as he saw you had some fire within your belly he began to warm up to you. It only took a few days for Karl to practically adopt you and since he was engaged to Sapnap the fire demon was stuck with you for a child.

Not that he minded, you weren’t a loud kid, very pleasant to be around hell even his dad took a liking to you. Sapnap was baffled when Karl told him you had previously lived with Tommy, the most obnoxious child on the server. The two of you couldn’t be more different, and when Tommy was revived, he and Karl weren’t enthused. Karl was worried he’d lose you to the trouble maker and it was well known Tommy and Sapnap didn’t have the greatest history. Their worries were quelled the moment you introduced them as your dads to Tommy, Karl burst into tears and Sapnap put you in a headlock much to your protest. Tommy stood by awkwardly, he had missed a lot, he hated the fact that he felt like his friends were happier without him in their lives.

He was brought back to the present by the idle chatter of Tubbo and Ranboo by his side Tubbo was on Ranboo’s back declaring walking was way too much work for him. You snickered nudging Ranboo in the ribs, he let out a yelp and glared down at you halfheartedly. Tommy watched you turn towards him a smile on his features,

“What do you think Tommy?” He blinked a few times at you, not wanting to admit he wasn’t listening to the conversation next to him.

“I don’t fucking know,” He scoffed “This conversation is bullshit anyway who cares.” You had a smirk on your lips that he was all too familiar with, he narrowed his eyes at you.

“You weren’t listening were you?”

“Of course I was listening bitch!”

“Oh really? What did she ask then big man?” Tubbo mused resting his chin on his husband’s shoulder. Hair covering his vibrant, green eyes, horns peeking from beneath his shaggy hair. Tommy glared at his long time friend flipping him off eloquently,

“Probably something stupid and useless.”

“She asked if you knew where we were going,” Ranboo piped up with a casual hum, bouncing in his step. “Cause we’ve been walking for a while, I know Tubbo’s tired.”

“Yeah Tommy, I’m tired.”

“You’re not even walking!” You argued as Tubbo stuck his tongue out at you, lifting his hair from his eyes to wink at you. His one eye glowing with a yellow nuclear symbol, “Put that symbol away! You’re not cool.”

“Says the person who doesn’t own nukes,” He mused letting his hair fall back into place while grabbing onto Ranboo’s horns. “Or who doesn’t have any cool powers,”

“Ow! Low blow! Just cause Tommy and I are the only two humans in the group doesn’t mean you can pick on us! Right, Tommy!”

“Yeah! Exactly! Fuck you guys!” Tommy agreed linking your arms together, “Plus, I know exactly where we’re going. We’re almost there, Wilbur used to take me here all the time when I was little.” Tommy said almost in an afterthought, the kids around him grew quiet, each one knew Wilbur was a touchy subject for Tommy especially after his time in the afterlife. Yet, people seemed to forget that Wilbur wasn’t always crazy, wasn’t always a manipulator, once he was an older brother. Once he cared for Tommy and wanted to protect him from some of Phil’s neglect, protect him from Technoblade’s voices. Tommy wanted to remember that Wilbur, not the one stuck in purgatory who blew up the country they all fought so hard to retain. He felt your hand squeeze his arm,

“I’m excited to see where Wilbur decided to take you, hopefully, it’s not a fish pond.”

“Oh gross.” Ranboo groaned pinching the bridge of his nose as Tubbo laughed loudly from above him. Tommy made a disgusted face,

“Stop talking about all the fish who fucked my brother!”

“I didn’t you did.” You hummed skipping ahead of the group feet crunching on the leaves on the ground.

“YOU BASTARD!” Tommy shrieked running after you,

“Onward steed!” Tubbo pointed at his two friends who ran off, Ranboo grumbled but trotted after the duo.

It only took a few more arguments and a few more minutes of walking before the quartet came to the destination Tommy was eager to show them. You stopped on your heels jaw-dropping in awe,

“Holy shit…” You murmured, in front of all of you was a gorgeous field of flowers a giant dark oak tree sat in the middle. It was giant spanning up far into the sky but it created a nice shade to keep all of you cooled off. Tommy had a rare peaceful smile on his lips as he let the sun touch his face, he slid off his boots and ran into the field of flowers.

“Take your shoes off so you don’t crush them or I’ll crush you!” Tommy snickered falling back, letting the flowers tickle his cheeks. He opened his eyes just a crack to see you sliding off your boots and joining him in the field, you didn’t lay beside him instead he watched your form head to the tree. Meanwhile, Tubbo kicked off his boots, Ranboo wasn’t far behind his husband. Tubbo laughed running over and flopping next to Tommy, holding his arm close much to the blonde’s displeasure.

“Ranboo! Help me reach the taller branches!” You called to the tallest member of your friend group. He nodded walking over to you, grabbing your waist gently he lifted you into the air. You grabbed onto the nearest branch and hoisted yourself into the air, Ranboo was always shocked at your upper body strength, but then again you trained on your own for years. Ranboo hovered at the base of the tree nervously, both of his tails flicking side to side.

“Don’t climb too high!” He called watching you slip and cling onto the trunk to steady yourself. “(Y/n) CAREFUL!”

“I’m fine, mom!” You stuck your tongue out at him from above, “I’ve fallen out of taller trees!”

“If you get hurt Sapnap would literally burn me alive! So PLEASE try not to fall!”

“Boo calm down a little!” Tubbo snickered, “if they fall I’ll film it.”

“Tubbo has the right idea,” you agreed as Tommy laughed from beside Tubbo. Ranboo frowned ears twitching in distress, you only continued to climb higher to his dismay. Eventually, you came down falling elegantly into the arms of Ranboo who caught you easily. He was breathing heavily, recovering from the shock of your sudden drop. His long nails dug into your skin as he clutched onto you like a lifeline, “Ranboo let go!” You huffed trying to wiggle out of his tight grip.

“Absolutely not! Are you a lunatic!” His voice broke, “I could’ve missed! You could’ve broken an ankle!”

“But I didn’t,” You poked his nose with a teasing hum. Ranboo groaned louder placing his head in the crook of your neck, you snickered as he finally let you onto the ground. You walked over to Tommy and Tubbo and sat down next to them, you leaned against Tommy’s back who grunted in distaste. “Deal with it gremlin, be my backrest,”

“Fuck you bitch!” He snarled but didn’t move or push them off, you smiled teasingly winking in the direction of Tubbo. He snickered into his palm as Ranboo pulled Tubbo into his lap, and the young goat hybrid got comfortable. The four of you sat in peaceful silence, letting the sun beat down around you all. A nice breeze blew through the area causing the leaves of the nearby trees to shake, a few animals rustled around in the bushes.

“We should make flower crowns,” Tommy spoke up suddenly his nails digging into the dirt. You titled your head in confusion and Raboo looked equally as baffled, the only person who didn’t seem surprised was Tubbo.

“Sure man but you gotta collect the flowers,” Tubbo said tiredly Tommy clicked his tongue stubbornly.

“We’re surrounded by flowers you’re just lazy.”

“Yeah obviously.”

You gave Tubbo a look and sat up on your knees, “What do you need to get started?”

“Can you grab me some of those daisy’s, tulips, and some bluebells?” You nodded standing up and popping your knees before heading off in that direction. Meanwhile, Tommy grabbed some lilacs and began stringing those together, his tongue poked out from his bottom lip as he gave his full concentration to the task in front of him. Ranboo watched curiously ears flicking every time Tommy let out a mumble, you came back and dumped the flowers beside him. He grunted out thanks making the final knot in the crown, “Done!” He declared looking over at Ranboo, he flushed a little under Tommy’s gaze.

“Didn’t mean to stare.” Tommy huffed holding out the crown to the halfling, he pointed at himself and Tommy rolled his eyes.

“Take it. If you don’t want it I’ll just give it to (Y/n)-”

“I want it!” Ranboo reached out to snatch the crown from Tommy, he placed it gently on his head mindful of the horns. Tommy’s eyes widened and he flushed red, he quickly turned back to the pile of flowers. “Teach us how to make them,” Ranboo offered to try to ease the awkward tension. Tommy huffed but nodded, a smile spread across your lips,

“Teach us your ways oh wise one.” You teased picking up the daisy’s spinning the stem between your fingers.

“Yeah! I am wise! Call me master innit!”

“I’d rather choke,”

“Fuck you!”

You snicked as Tommy punched you hard in the shoulder, you doubled over falling into the flowers. Tommy growled pulling you up by the shirt, “Pay attention bitch! I’m only telling you this once!” Sitting back up you nodded and followed his instructions carefully, he ended up taking the daisies and you the tulips. Ranboo grabbed the bluebells reaching over Tubbo to follow Tommy’s instructions as well, by the end Tommy’s was pristine. The one you made was decent but Ranboo’s looked worse for wear considering he was trying to put it together with claws. He put the crown on top of a snoozing Tubbo, he was proud of his work nonetheless, his husband smiled tiredly nuzzling against his chest. You on the other hand placed the tulip crown you made atop of Tommy’s blonde hair, he flushed and rolled his eyes. He brushed his fingers over the daisies and placed them on top of your head, you looked up at the crown and smiled warmly.

“Thank’s Big T,” you hummed falling back into the flowers and Tommy joined you in laying down. Both your fingers interlocked and Ranboo shuffled to the ground as well, although he didn’t reach out to take Tommy’s hand, Tommy reached out to take Tubbo’s. The four of you stayed in that field until your walkie-talkie screeched cutting through the quiet atmosphere, it was the gruff voice of Sapnap’s. One of your fathers

“Earth to (Y/n), come in (y/n). Your dad wants you here for dinner, George is joining us tonight. I grilled!”

“Ugh. Buzzkill,” Tommy sneered kicking the dirt with his barefoot. You shushed him and pressed the button in to speak,

“Yeah papa, I’ll make my way back soon. Give papa a big kiss for me and if you see Quackirty tell him hello!”

“Don’t have to tell me twice. Karl come here honey~” You snickered as Tommy gagged, you heard your dad meow before your walkie cut off then and you sat up. You stretched your arms above your head and popped your arms into place, you kissed your teeth hopping to your feet.

“I gotta head back unless I want dad to beat my ass. Thank you for today boys and Tommy thank you for sharing your place with us. I’m glad we were trusted with this special secret.” You winked wiggling your toes in the long grass, “we should do this again yeah?”

“Yeah!” Ranboo agreed as Tubbo gave a sleepy thumbs up, your smile only widened. Tommy nodded giving a thumbs-up as well, he watched you head off to collect your boots and head back home. Head to a family, a family who cares about your wellbeing, or if you’re staying out too late. Hell, even who cared about who you were hanging out with, Tommy couldn’t help but wonder what that was like, he didn’t think he’d be very good at listening to any parental figures. He didn’t have that, he would never have that, he looked at your retreating figure, then back over at Tubbo and Ranboo. They both were half asleep and he couldn’t help but glance at the golden rings on each one of their fingers.

He missed so much since he’s been gone.

But maybe all wasn’t bad, he touched the tulips on his head, thinking for a moment.

Maybe he didn’t need a normal family with a mom and a dad, or two dads or moms, he had a family right here. He brought his hand to the scarf on his neck and squeezed it in his fist, who needed that shit when he had everyone he loved in this field with him today.

For once in his life, Tommy was happy.

[the7thcrow]

indulgence | part one

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pairing: felix x (fem) vampire!reader series

summary: an indulgence grows to become dangerous, as the society of hampden college takes note of y/n’s new blood bag.

series masterlist.

word count: 4.9k

genre: forbidden love, angst (sorta), fluff, suggestive.

warnings: blood, suggestive content (kissing and a shirt comes off, nothing too crazy lmao), hook-ups (but nothing is explicitly described), strong language, and vampires ofc.

rating: 16+

a/n: hi everyone! this is my first fic, so i’m sorry if it’s a little messy. this is part one of what will be a series. i’d love to hear some feedback, so don’t be afraid to shoot me an ask or message! i hope you enjoy!

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You are late. The pattering of rain echos from atop your umbrella, the puddles of pooling water soaking your loafers as you hurry along the busy street. However, you pay no mind as the liquid seeps into your shoes, mud embedding itself along your pant leg. On a normal day, you’d scowl. You’d curse the shitty weather, and grumble as you marched home to change into a dry pair of shoes. Only today is different. Today it doesn’t matter, not when you have far greater troubles warranting your concern.

The Council isn’t pleased. They’d be even more upset, if that were even possible, if you arrived tardy. You can imagine their old, petulant faces, looking down on you with disgust. Perhaps even pity, seeing you as nothing more than a childish young girl, who’d been foolish enough to break her vow. You frown to yourself, that’s all they would ever see you as. It didn’t matter how the years passed by, to them you were, and would always be simply that. A child. Always younger, always naive. Most of all, always beneath them.

The headquarters becomes visible in the distance, clouded in the slight haze of fog. It appears to be like any other building on the Hampden Campus. Old and rustic, elegant in the way it was shaped and carved, a relic of history reflected in a modern day era. Only this building holds a far different tale than those surrounding it.

Far more bloody. Far more gruesome. A home to monsters.

Monsters like yourself.

You knock on the door. Twice, slowly. Then a pause, before three times quickly. A code, letting anyone inside know that you are, in fact, a member of The Society. 

The door opens with a creak, a young boy with electric blue hair peeking out through the crack. After recognizing your face, he smiles, ushering you in quickly as the door slams shut behind you.

“Y/N! It’s good to see you. It’s been a while, huh?” The boy says, casually leaning against the door. It has been a while, you never came to this god awful building unless it was absolutely necessary.

“I guess it has been. But it’s nice to see you too, Jeongin,” you speak warmly in return. You’ve known Jeongin for a couple years now, since he first arrived at The Society doorstep. Alone and confused. A freshling, having just been turned. While perhaps not physically, he’s certainly grown since then, in both confidence and courage.

Suddenly, the smile drops from his face, his expression becoming sullen. “I hear you’ve gotten yourself into some trouble,” he states. When you don’t respond, he continues. “It’s not true, is it? I know you wouldn’t-”

“Listen, Jeongin,” you cut him off quickly. You aren’t in the mood to be lectured, especially not by someone whose opinion you actually care about. “I’m already running late. I’ll catch up with you after, okay?”

“Wait, Y/N!” He calls after you, but you’ve already disappeared down the hall, heading towards the council room. You quickly cast a glance at your watch. Shit, five minutes late. They wouldn’t forget that.

With only a quick breath to gather yourself, you burst in through the large wooden doors. The silence in the council room is deafening, as all heads turn to face you. In all your life, you’ve never seen so many dissatisfied faces. 

“Ms. L/N,” the head councilman calls. He has an old face, embedded with wrinkles and a scalp of thinning white hair. Unlucky. He could have been beautiful, or at the very least, young. However, he must’ve been turned late. A pity, to stare at such a reflection for eternity. 

You stifle a laugh. The frown he always appeared to be wearing probably wasn’t helping. 

“Take a seat,” he states, motioning to the chair seated in the center of the room. How dramatic you think, to put you in the middle of so many staring eyes. While the council was only composed of three individuals, the room seems to be full of other lower ranked members of The Society. 

As you take your seat, your gaze wanders the room, landing on a familiar head of shaggy brown hair. His eyes bore into your own, his expression serious. Perhaps even angry, the longer he stares at you. 

You want to say something. Mostly, to ask him what the fuck he’s doing here. This isn’t any of Chan’s business, yet for whatever reason he has the audacity to stare at you as if it is. As if you will grant him answers. As if he deserves answers.

“Ms. L/N,” the chairman interrupts your thoughts. “Do you know why you’re seated here today?” 

Why are you seated here today? Well, that answer is complicated. How could you have possibly gotten yourself into such a mess? How could you have been so foolish? You knew the rules. You knew what was permitted and what was not. Yet, you chose to ignore these conditions.

Why? What could possibly have made you toss everything you’d promised to the side? 

Well, that story starts with a head of bright blonde hair, and a set of curious eyes.

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The library of Hampden College had become something of a second home to you. Late nights spent bent over a book, transcribing various philosophies and literature into latin. Sometimes greek, however you didn’t have quite the same knack for it. That’s where you found yourself tonight, your beaten down copy of The Iliad staring back at you from its place on the table. 

Your classics degree was coming along just fine. You didn’t mind the endless books to read and poems to analyze. Nor the papers you often found yourself crafting from this very spot in the corner of the library. It was always quiet, always solitary at this time. Even the night owl students having gathered their books, departing the library for a brief rest before their early classes the following morning.

Tonight however, was different. You heard the door creak open, glancing up as a boy appeared in the doorway. He had long blonde hair, fluffing at the nape of his neck. Sporting a sharp blazer and a pair of oxfords, you couldn’t deny he was well dressed. Perhaps that’s why he grabbed your attention immediately, you were attracted to effort. To someone who was put together, who cared. 

The boy took a seat just a few tables away from your own, gently setting his books down and disappearing into the maze of shelves to your left. You attempted to go back to your work, but couldn’t seem to find your focus. Who was this boy? You’d never seen him before in all your time at Hampden. Also, why would he possibly be at the library so late? You recognized the faces of those who while rare, might possibly be here at this time of night. He wasn’t one of them. 

You would remember if he was.

You strained your neck trying to find his figure, having lost him almost immediately.

“A fan of Homer?” A voice rang out from beside your ear. You jumped in shock, greeted by a sweet smile and wide eyes. The boy chuckled. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

You smiled sweetly, trying to calm your beating heart. “No worries. And well, you translate the entirety of Book Eight overnight into Greek, and tell me if you could still consider yourself a ‘fan of Homer.’”

The boy laughed before beginning to pull a chair out beside you. “May I?” He asked.

Looking back, you should have said no. You had a lot more work to do, and near no time to do it. Not to mention of course, rejecting him initially could have saved you from this whole mess. Instead you nodded, a grin forming at the corners of your lips as he sat down. 

“What’s your name?” He asked. His voice was sweet, sultry. Alarming in just how deep it was, not quite fitting his bright and youthful exterior. 

“Y/N, classics department. Yourself?”

“Felix,” he answered. There it was, the first time you heard the name that would cause your undoing. “I’m majoring in history. Listen,” he began, leaning in slightly closer as if he were going to tell you a secret, his voice lowering further. “I must say, I’m in here all the time, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

You hummed, leaning in closer to him as well. His eyes glinted. “Well that’s simple, I’m assuming you don’t frequent the library at-” you glanced at your watch- “2:32 in the morning.”

Felix’s eyebrows furrowed with something like concern. “You’re here every night at this time? Why?”

“Hey,” you began, not wanting to lose the playful nature to the conversation. You’d heard enough concerned voices to last a lifetime already. “Aren’t you here this late yourself? You’re in no place to judge.”

He laughed, and you knew you could get used to that sound. “Fair enough, I’ll leave it be.”

“Why are you here this late, anyway?” You asked.

“Oh, so you get to know my secrets, but I can’t know yours?”

“Of course.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, resting his head on the desk, cradled by his crossed arms. “If you must know, I couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d read some of your classics, thought they might help me doze off.”

You shoved his arm, to which he feigned a groan of pain, clutching his shoulder. “Excuse you,” you laughed. “I have a lot of Homer to struggle through, and no time for your cheap shots. You can go ahead and leave now.”

You were surprised when he got to his feet, worried for a moment he’d taken you seriously and was actually about to make his exit. Instead, he disappeared into the philosophy section, emerging with a copy of The Odyssey. Felix flopped down back in his chair beside you, extending his feet on top of the table and leaning backwards. 

“Well, then I guess I’ll suffer along with you,” he said. Without another word, he flipped towards the first page.

Felix was a good person to study with. Well, technically you weren’t studying with him, but nonetheless it was nice to have him in the room. He didn’t bother you, didn’t speak, just let you do your work. Sometimes you’d look up and meet his gaze, his eyes imploring you. Curious. Mischievous. 

Dangerous.

“Alright,” you yawned after an hour or so had passed by, stretching your arms high in the air. “I’m done.”

He smiled, slowly closing his book and setting it down on the table. “Yeah? Finally going to go home and sleep?” 

“Sleep? What’s that?” You said, playfully scoffing. “Nah, it’s already past 3:30, it’ll be 4 by the time I get back to my apartment. Not worth it at this point.”

“Hmm,” Felix hummed, a flicker of mischief in his growing smile. “What ever will you do to pass the time?”

“I don’t know,” you returned, excitement building in your chest. “But I suppose I’ll leave you now. You still have about 3 quarters of The Odyssey to get through, and I don’t want to tear you away from-”

You shouldn’t have been surprised when his lips crashed into yours, but you were. You let out a small “mff” against the sudden impact. It took your brain a second to catch up to speed on what was happening. Here you were, with this incredibly beautiful boy of whom you literally just met, kissing in the middle of the library. 

Your second thought was about how you’d never done this before. Not kissing someone, hell you’d done a lot more than just that. But never a stranger, and certainly never a human, for that matter. You had to be careful with who you got close to, you never knew who could be dangerous, who could be a hunter. Besides, The Society had rules, and this alone was undoubtedly breaking a few of them.

So what the hell were you doing?

You should stop this, you thought. But the more you settled into a rhythm, the more your worries trailed from your mind. Felix was a good kisser. A really good kisser. His lips were soft, warm, his breath sharp with the taste of mint. When the dork had a chance to pop a tic tac you didn’t know, but it made you smile against him. 

You ran your fingers through his hair, leaning into him. He groaned in response, moving his hands down your figure, settling in on your waist. Carefully he began to fiddle with the buttons at the bottom of your blouse, and with that it all suddenly became real.

“We can’t do this,” you breathed, finally breaking away from him. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I went too far, I-” he began to apologize, frantically removing his hands from your body and shifting backwards into his chair.

“No,” you replied, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips at his sweetness. You grabbed the collar of his shirt, gently tugging him closer to you. “We can’t do this here.” 

The Society had rules, plenty. Human’s, in any sort of relationship, were out of the question. Public displays of affection with even your own kind, especially of the more vulgar sort, were off limits as well. The idea was to not bring attention to yourselves, to not cause a scene. And if you were going to break one of these rules so terribly, you figured you could at least pay the respect to do so privately.

“Okay,” he mumbled, placing his forehead against your own. “Where should we go?”

“My place? It’s a little far from here, but I don’t have any roommates. So..”

Felix smiled, planting a soft, lingering kiss at the nape of your neck. “Lead the way.”

~~~~

The walk over to your apartment wasn’t awkward per say, it was simply...charged. Felix had his arm looped around your own, making your way silently down the dark, lantern lit path through campus. You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest, a desire thrumming down inside you, resurfacing. It had been a long time since you’d last been with someone. That last person being Chan, your ex as of eight months ago.

Things had been good with Chan. Great even, in the beginning at least. He was intense, thoughtful. He loved you deeply. Most of all, Chan understood. Like you, he was a member of The Society. He was under every restriction you were, and felt all the same frustrations. 

Of course, not all good things can last. Eventually your relationship began to sour. Your arguments became full on brawls. Your differences and quirks became unbearable. You couldn’t be in the same room without being at one another's throats. You were the one who finally decided to end things. 

Chan was the only man you’d ever loved, and since him you’d never entertained the thought of being with another. Until now, that is. You glanced towards Felix, who was staring ahead down the street, his eyes dark. You could feel his own desire radiating off of him, visible in the way he slowly swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. Besides, Felix could give you something more. Something Chan could never.

No. You stopped yourself. That wouldn’t be happening tonight. It would only make things more complicated, more dangerous. Still, you could feel it deep inside you, pounding for control. That familiar, incessant hunger. The more you tried to ignore it, the more it was there. Becoming stronger as your ears focused in on Felix’s heart beat, the sound of blood pumping through his veins.

You were pulled from your thoughts as the sight of your apartment complex appeared in front of you. Quietly you entered, making your way up the stairs and towards your own door. Releasing your arm from Felix’s, you fumbled for your keys in your purse. Giving him a small smile, you twisted your key in the lock, and allowed him inside.

The moment you closed your apartment door, all bets were off. Felix tossed his books onto your kitchen table, clashing into you with a speed that almost made you lose your own breath. You felt your back press against the wall behind you, Felix’s lips devouring your own. Desperate and wanting.

He quickly revisited the buttons of your blouse, this time starting at the top and beginning to make his way down. All the meanwhile his lips traced your neck, gently brushing against your skin. With every new kiss fueling your own desire, you slowly began to rock your hips into his own. This was escalating. Fast. As he finished with the last button, he allowed your blouse to drop from your shoulders, smiling to himself as he took you in. 

“Your turn,” you breathed, tugging at the collar of his shirt as a signal to take it off. He did so, absent-mindedly tossing it aside into your living room. He took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him, staring deeply into your eyes. Then he proceeded to say the very last thing you ever expected him to:

“Look at your eyes… You haven’t fed in weeks, have you?”

You slapped his hand away and shoved him off of you, rushing to the otherside of the room, putting the coffee table between yourselves. “How-How do you?” You stammered, physically unable to form a complete sentence. How could he possibly know what you were? How did he even know you existed?

Felix’s eyes widened, clearly shocked by your reaction. “No, no. Don’t worry!” He said frantically, outstretching his hand to you. “Listen, I’m not going to hurt you or anything. I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry! I’m sorry.”

You stared at him, disbelievingly. “Yeah? And how do I know that?” You let this man into your home, your safe space. How could you have been so stupid?

“Look, I grew up around Vampires okay? My neighbors, back in my childhood home, they were like you. I know the signs. I know how your eyes blow out when you’re hungry, the way they glaze over when you haven’t fed in a while. That’s it. I didn’t even realize until I got a good look at you, back when you were translating. It’s no big deal, really.”

You scoffed. No big deal? Felix didn’t seem to realize just how big of a deal it actually was. Humans weren’t supposed to know what you were, certainly not at Hampden. The Society had made well sure of that. God, if The Council saw you now...

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I should have told you back at the library. I honestly didn’t think it would freak you out this much. That’s on me,” he said, inching slightly closer to you. Despite yourself, you didn’t move away.  “I’m serious though, it’s been a while since you last fed. Hasn’t it?”

A while was an understatement. The Society had been going through a shortage of blood bags, after having severed their connections with one of the nearby hospitals. Meaning if you wanted to drink, it would have to be from one of their Certified Donors. Which was another, fancier and far more innocent way of saying prisoners. These were humans who had given their lives to The Society, some willingly and others not so much.

You didn’t like going to their quarters. Located in the basement of the main district, it was always quiet down there. Always solemn. You’d never been to a place lacking so much hope. You’d only gone once, and drinking from that man still haunts you to this day. The way he didn’t move or speak, or even wince when your fangs broke his skin. The way his eyes were hollow and empty. How when you were done he simply laid down in his bed and turned away from you, without another word. 

The Certified Donors were what made you begin to hate The Society in the first place. Since then, your resentment only seemed to grow. 

You sighed, walking past him and flopping onto your couch. “Yeah, it’s been a while,” you confessed.

Felix carefully approached you. Instead of seating himself next to you, he got down on his knees, resting a hand on your thigh. “It’s okay, you can use me. I don’t mind.”

You were ready to tell him no, the word lingering on the tip of your tongue. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him. Perhaps it was your hunger, the fact that a few more weeks in this drought, you might actually become ill. 

Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that you wanted to disobey the society. That this little act of rebellion, this utterly wrong indulgence, was what made your desire grow unbearable, unchained. You hated The Council, you hated the Certified Donor system, and you hated the way they had such a firm grip and control on your life.

A beautiful boy was seated in front of you, begging you to drink from him. How could you possibly say no? Better yet, why would you say no? To deprive yourself of something so great, for something you despised so deeply seemed ridiculous. That was the moment your judgment lapsed, that you crossed the point of no return. If you drank from Felix, there would be no going back. If the council found out, there would be consequences. Big ones.

But who doesn’t love a little risk?

You sunk down to meet him on the floor, staring at his bare chest. You could hear his heart pumping, its pace quickening the closer you got to him. 

“Are you sure about this?” You asked.

“Yes,” he whispered. You shifted your position. Not quite seating yourself in his lap, but hovering above, your knees on either side of him. 

“This might hurt a little bit,” you warned. You extended your fangs, approaching his neck, carefully. You didn’t realize until then how nervous you were. It had been a long time since you’d fed from a human. You’d drank from Chan of course, but he was also a vampire, and your blood didn’t have quite the same effect. There was pleasure in it, usually accompanied in moments of ecstasy, but it didn’t replenish you. It didn’t heighten your senses, nor fill you with energy. Most of all, it didn’t satisfy your hunger, your thirst. Not at all.

Felix’s blood would. 

You kept this in mind as you finally plunged your fangs into his neck. Felix let out a gasp, tensing beneath you, his hand clutching onto your arm for support. The taste of his blood grazed your tongue, metallic and warm. Delicious.

Fuck, did blood ever taste this good before? You didn’t think so.

The sweet taste consumed you. Intoxicating. Raw. Cascading over your mind in a blanket of pleasure, reveling in the way its effects seeped over your body. You could feel your mind growing sharper, your senses becoming more alert. It was a relief, after weeks of blurry weakness, of being too close to humanity in your thirst. You felt yourself again, the monster you are. The monster you are glad to be.

Here you were powerful. Invincible. And all you wanted was more. More. More.

More of this power, this sensation, this strength. This is what feeding should be. What feeding can give you. Not from a blood bag, nor a helpless prisoner, but from someone you want. Someone you desire. Someone who desires you in return.

It was as you felt Felix’s grip on your arm loosen that you finally broke away, breathing hard as you caught your breath. Felix’s eyes shifted to yours lazily, dazed. Perhaps even delirious. For a moment you feared that you’d taken too much. He blinked slowly, his eyes regaining focus.

Then he smiled. “Shit Y/N…” he began, his voice appearing more of a croak. “That felt really fucking good.” 

You grinned, leaning into him and pressing a series of kisses up along his jaw. Felix shivered, allowing his hands to slowly slide up your figure. Wanting.

“Yeah?” You whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. “Then how about we continue where we left off?”

      ~~~~

The next morning you woke to the sound of your alarm buzzing, sunlight peeking through the opening of your drapes. You heard a low groan next to your ear, quickly becoming aware of the hand wrapped around your waist. 

So last night really happened. The reality of your situation dawned on you. You’d both drank from and fucked a human. There was no going back now, you’d completely disobeyed The Society.

Worst of all? You didn’t care. At least, not near as much as you should have. 

You shifted to face Felix, seeing his eyes still closed, eyebrows furrowed. “Hey,” you whispered, planting a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. “We have to get up. I have class.”

He groaned again in protest, shaking his head and burying his face into the crook of your neck. Between last night's events and the ringing of your alarm, you both only got about two hours of sleep, and that was being generous. This was no problem for you, as while sleep was a luxury, it was not a necessity. The same didn’t go for Felix.

“Come on,” you laughed, worming out of his grasp. “You’ll be fine, I’ll go make us some coffee.”

You rolled out of bed, throwing on Felix’s discarded shirt and heading towards your kitchen. Flicking on the radio, you felt oddly blissful as you grounded the coffee beans into a filter. It had been a long time since there’d been another person in your apartment. It made the space seem less… haunted. No longer lingering with the essence of Chan’s ghost. It felt fresh. New. 

Felix emerged from your bedroom, rubbing his eyes sleepily, sporting only his khaki’s from the past day. His gaze met yours and he smiled. “So, I take it my shirt is yours now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, leaning forward over your kitchen counter. Felix bent down, causing you to become nose-level with one another. The close proximity made your heart race.

“Mean,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss you softly. There was no unchained desire, no promise of more. It was simple, warm. A morning of peace after a night of wildness.

You could get used to this, you thought.

The thought sunk in your chest like a stone. This wouldn’t be as simple as you wanted to be, as you needed it to be. There would be sacrifices to make, and cautions you’d have to adhere to. You had to get the truth out in the open. Better to rip the bandaid off now rather than later.

 “Felix, you can’t tell anyone about this.” You said. The smile faded from Felix’s face, and for a moment he looked so… hurt. He stepped back.

“About the feeding? Y/N, I wouldn’t tell anyone what you are, don’t worry about-”

“No, not just the feeding. About us. About any of it.”

Felix opened his mouth to say something, but then quickly closed it. His gaze hardened. “Ah. Got it,” he stated sharply, grabbing his blazer and motioning to the door. “I’ll just head out then.”

“Wait, Felix! No, it’s not like that,” you said, rushing around the kitchen island and reaching for his arm. He turned around to face you, his expression wounded. “Listen, I don’t know how it was with your old neighbors, but here at Hampden things are different. There’s certain rules we have to follow, and what you and I did? Well, that broke about a hundred of them.”

Felix was silent for a moment, then sighed. “Okay… But what do you mean rules? Who’s enforcing them? Hampden?”

“No, it’s bigger than that. There’s a group of us here, a society. There are rules we abide by, and they’re meant to keep us safe. Keep us united,” you explained.

“Like a cult?” Felix asked, and you had to refrain from rolling your eyes.

“Well, if that helps you, then whatever. Yeah, sure. A cult.”

“Where do you-”

“I’m sorry,” you cut him off. “But that’s all I can really tell you, at least for now. Honestly, the less you know, the better. Just for safety’s sake.”

“Oh. Alright,” Felix said, his lips pursed. He wasn’t pleased, that much was obvious.

“I know this sucks, I’m sorry. But if we want to keep doing this-”

“Wait,” Felix interrupted, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “You want to keep doing this? I thought you’d get in trouble?”

You smiled, and were pleased to see the corners of his mouth curve up in return. “I’ve already risked getting myself in trouble.” You trailed your finger along the bare of his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. He was so alive, so real. And it only made you want him more. Perhaps, that’s why he wanted you as well. You were unpredictable, wild. A challenge. 

A match made in hell.

“I dug myself a grave, Lix.” You looked up at him, entranced by the curiosity swimming in his eyes. “Might as well lie in it.”

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Worth it

Summary: Claire has tried to be patient while waiting for the boys, but her patience has run out. Pairing: Sam x Dean, Dean x Claire x Sam Word Count: 3180 Rating: 18+ Warnings: 18+ only, Wincest, language, nudity, teasing, drinking, smut, light bondage, oral sex (m and f receiving), edging, anal sex, unprotected p in v, rough sex, threesome Created for: @j3bingo - Threesome square A/N: This is the final part of my ‘Brat’ series. It’s been fun! Also this is my first bingo fic! Woo!

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Claire liked to think she was patient. She knew she was lying to herself, but it was a nice thought. Ever since the boys agreed to let her watch them together, she stuck with them. Normally, she would be on her way after a good fuck until the next time. But she just couldn’t wait. She needed to see them together. It was all she could think about. The boys fucking knew it too. There were more lingering touches between them. More groping. More kissing. More flirting. More of everything. Well, everything except what she wanted most. To see them fuck each other. She stayed with them, hunt after hunt after hunt. She practically lived with them in the bunker when not hunting. And just to make matters worse, neither one of the boys would fuck her either. She was feeling extra horny and tried with Sam first. Maybe if she had tried with Dean first, she might’ve gotten somewhere. But Sam was sitting in the library doing research while Dean was out at a bar. She walked into the library just wearing panties and a t-shirt. Hopping up onto the table, she sat cross-legged. Sam glanced up at her and laughed. Claire pouted at him. “Nice try, Claire. Subtlety is not your strong suit.” She gave up quickly on Sam, and tried Dean next. She waited till he was in the shower and then walked in and stripped before joining him. He smirked at her and grabbed the soap. He ran it down her skin, but stopped right before he reached the juncture of her thighs. Tracing his finger back and forth over her wet skin, Dean leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “Sammy told me what you’ve up to, little girl. He thinks you should wait.” Dean pulled his hand away and put the soap back as Claire whined at him. “But I don’t want to, Dean.” “You remember that having a lack of patience is how you got into this mess? You didn’t wait with those vamps, so you had to be punished. Still haven’t learned your lesson then, have you?” Dean stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel as he left Claire under the running water. ~

It was two months. She knew that there was no way they hadn’t had sex in that time which just made her so much madder that they were clearly just playing with her. If she wasn’t getting to hunt so much, she would have just left them. Maybe she would have. Ok, probably not. But that was also two months that she hadn’t gotten any sex, so she was a bit on the irritable side. Ok fine, a lot on the irritable side. So when the boys dragged her out on a ghoul hunt, she was more than a little pissy with them. She tossed her bag in the back of the Impala and put her earphones in as soon as she settled in the seat. She could see both Sam and Dean trying to talk to her during the drive, but she continued to give them the silent treatment until they gave up. It was already 9pm when they finally pulled into the motel. As soon as Dean unlocked the door to their room for the next few days, she shoved past him ignoring his indignant “Hey!”, dropped her bag on one of the beds, and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind herself. She stared into the mirror for a moment before getting angry with herself for hanging around. They probably changed their minds about letting her watch and just didn’t know how to tell her. Sighing heavily, she decided that she didn’t want to wait anymore. She wanted to get fucked and she wanted to get fucked tonight. She opened the bathroom door and was surprised to see the motel room empty. She saw the boys’ bags on the other bed before spotting the note left on the little table in the kitchenette. Picking up the note, all it said was that they went for food and would be back soon. She crumpled the note and threw it in the trash before opening her bag and pulling out a short denim skirt and a low cut black top. She changed and then pulled her boots and leather jacket back on. She made sure that she had her phone and wallet with her fake ID before calling an Uber to take her to a bar just outside of this little podunk town. There was a bar across the street from the motel, but she didn’t want any of the hicks that might be there. The bar outside of town seemed to be more popular with people her age. Once the uber driver dropped her off, she went in and settled down in a seat at the bar. She ordered a shot of whiskey and a beer before gazing through the crowd to find someone acceptable to take her home for the night. Her hungry gaze landed on a guy with stubble and shaggy hair. He had a smirk to die for and seemed to be a little older than most of the modest crowd. He was sitting at the other end of the bar also surveying the crowd. Claire smirked to herself and threw back the shot before picking her beer up and heading over to him. He spotted her and smiled brightly. She sat down on the stool next to him and leaned forward so her breasts were pushed up. The guy’s gaze immediately flicked downward to look before dragging back up to her face. “See something you like?” She asked, taking a sip of her beer. “Oh yeah. Definitely. I was beginning to lose hope at finding anything interesting here. How about you? Anything you like?” His voice was just deep enough for her liking. “Yea, I think so.” She let her gaze drag up and down him appreciatively. “M’name’s Graham.” “Katie.” Claire said, giving the name on her ID. In less than an hour, Claire and Graham were kissing hungrily in a back hallway of the bar. She pulled away for air and he immediately started licking and kissing at her throat. He wasn’t bad, but he definitely wasn’t good. Claire just hoped the sex would be better than the kissing. “C’mon, let’s get out of here and go somewhere more private.” She said as she pulled his head away from her neck. “Yeah, okay.” Graham said breathlessly. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him back towards the front door of the bar. As soon as the door shut behind them, her heart dropped at the sight in front of her in the parking lot. Sam and Dean were leaning against Baby and staring at Claire. “Oh, shit.” She said. Dean looked positively murderous while Sam looked calm and collected, but she could feel the waves of anger

flowing off of him. She looked back at Graham, trying to decide if it was even worth it at this point. Sighing heavily, she said to him, “Look, you might want to go find some other chick in the bar, cause this isn’t gonna happen.” “Wait, what? I just spent the last hour with you! You owe me!” Unfortunately for him, Graham said that loud enough for the boys to hear and Dean had the guy by the throat before he could take another breath. “The fuck you just say to her?” He growled. “Who the fuck are you?!?! Lemme go!” Graham tried to pull Dean’s fingers off his throat. “Dean, c’mon, he’s not worth it.” Claire urged. Dean growled again before throwing Graham away from him. “Damn right he’s not.” Dean stared hard at him. “Get the fuck home. Now.” Graham scrambled away to a beat up old car before peeling off out of the parking lot. Once he was out of sight, Dean turned his glare to Claire and she flinched. “And you get the fuck into the car now. We’re going back to the motel.” She heard the door of the Impala open and saw that Sam opened the back door for her. She slinked off into the backseat. It was dead silent on the ride back to the motel. Once they made it back, Sam levelled Claire with a look and said, “Go to bed, Claire.” She opened her mouth to argue about how she was 18 and they couldn’t tell her what to do, but seeing the stony looks on both of their faces, she decided she wouldn’t test them. She stripped out of her clothes and pulled on a large T-shirt to sleep in before crawling under the covers and shutting her eyes. It wasn’t long before she fell asleep.

~

Something was wrong. There were strange noises in the dark and Claire couldn’t move right. She heard a grunt and her eyes shot open. The room was dim with only a table lamp on, but her eyes immediately focused on the two bodies in the bed next to hers. Two naked bodies. Sam was leaning over Dean, kissing him deeply. He was also slowly jerking Dean’s cock in his hand. Dean let out another grunt as Sam twisted his wrist on the upstroke. Claire immediately felt wetness pool between her thighs at the noise. She tugged on her wrists and realized that they were tied to the headboard. She also realized that she was completely naked. When she looked back at the boys, Sam was smirking at her. Dean’s head was thrown back as he gasped with Sam’s hand movements. “Looks like someone finally woke up for the show.” Sam kept his eyes on Claire as he leaned back down and took one of Dean’s nipples between his teeth. Dean grunted and thrust up into Sam’s hand. Claire went to squeeze her thighs together and realized that her ankles were tied to the opposite end corners of the bed so that she couldn’t do anything to create any friction for herself. “Yeah, I cannot believe you slept through Dean tying you down and stripping you.” “Please, Sam.” “Oh no, baby girl. I told you that you’d be tied down. And you haven’t been very patient over the last couple of months, have you? Not to mention the stunt you pulled tonight. So absolutely no touching, babygirl. Not if you want either one of us to play with you.” Claire whined out, “Okay, Sam,” knowing that there were no other options. Any options she wanted anyway. Dean’s eyes turned to Claire and she held his gaze as Sam lowered down and took Dean’s length in his mouth. Dean’s mouth fell open as a hand weaved into Sam’s chestnut hair and held on. Sam licked and sucked until Dean was bucking up softly into Sam’s mouth. His eyes still trained on Claire, Dean asked, “Can I taste her, Sammy? Please?” Sam pulled off of Dean with a small pop. “Okay, Dean. Because you have been such a good boy for me, I’ll let you taste her. But she’s not allowed to cum. I’ll let her get my dick nice and wet for you while you play with her.” Dean nodded eagerly before scrambling over to Claire. She was already spread wide so he settled between her thighs and licked a long stripe up her center. She gasped at the sudden touch. Dean let out a happy sigh as he continued to lick and suck at her. Sam climbed over her so his knees were above her shoulder. “Suck.” He commanded. She lifted her head and eagerly took Sam’s length into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip before pushing forward to take as much of him as she could. The angle was awkward, but Sam understood and didn’t try to control her actions. He let her go at her own pace. She could feel a climax approaching and hummed around Sam, but Dean slowed his ministrations, letting her orgasm melt away. Once she was no longer on the edge, he picked back up until she was close again before slowing down and letting it fade. She groaned in dissatisfaction as Dean edged her a third time. Sam grinned down at her. “What the matter, baby girl? Want something?” She pulled off of him and pleaded, “Please, Sam. Just let me cum. Please.” Sam leaned down and stroked a thumb over her lower lip. “Hmm. How about I let you have one orgasm tonight. Just one. Do you want it now, or would you rather have a cock in you?” She threw her head back in frustration. “Careful now, baby girl. If you’re a brat, you’ll get nothing.” Immediately, Claire calmed herself. “I’m sorry. I’ll wait until you decide I can have a cock.” Dean was still licking at the slick pouring from Claire’s hole when she felt him press a finger into her. She gasped and jerked up, and Sam turned to look at his brother. “Seems I have two brats tonight. I told you that you could taste, Dean. I didn’t say you could finger her.” “But Sammy, she’s so soft, and wet, and warm.” “And wouldn’t you rather feel that around your cock instead of your finger? If you’re not careful, I won’t let you cum either, Dean.” Dean immediately

pulled his finger free. “Sorry, Sammy. I’ll be good.” “Good. Now it’s time to get that hole of yours ready for me.”

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Claire had never seen Dean look so desperate. So wrecked. Hell, she had never seen him so submissive. He was always so dominant with her. He gripped the sheets in his fists and whined and whimpered with every thrust of Sam’s cock in his ass. “Please, Sammy. Harder. You can go harder.” “Such a little whore for me, Dean. So hungry for his baby brother’s cock.” Sam snapped his hips against Dean harder. Dean let out a gasp and buried his face into the bed. She could hear Dean breathing out and chanting “fuckfuckfuck” as Sam continued to pound into him. She felt a shiver of desire run through her body as her gaze remained intent on the two brothers. She twisted against her restraints and whined. Sam’s gaze locked on her and he pulled his cock free of Dean’s. “Sammy, please!” Dean begged. Sam gave him a hard smack across his ass. “I want you to fuck her. Destroy that little pussy.” Dean turned and looked at his little brother. “But I want you to fuck me.” He whined. Sam smirked, “Who said I wasn’t going to fuck you too?” Dean didn’t hesitate to climb back onto Claire’s bed. He shoved a thick finger into her to try and open her up a little. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and bucked against his hand. Sam was still kneeling on the other bed, stroking his cock. Dean pushed a second finger into Claire and she winced at the stretch. “Enough, Dean. Fuck her.” Dean frowned at his brother. “She’s still too tight.” “But she’s wet enough. I can hear how wet she is. She’ll loosen up once you get going. Besides, it’s not about her tonight. She is being punished after all.” Claire looked back and forth between them. Dean still looked unsure. “Fuck me, Dean. I can take it. I want it.” Dean didn’t hesitate any more and lined himself up before pushing in. He had to fight for every inch he gained inside her as she panted at the burn. Once he was fully seated, she threw her head back, blonde hair scattered all over the pillow. Dean’s forehead rested against her chest and his forearms wrapped under her shoulders as he breathed deeply. She could feel his legs quivering as he tried to control himself. He jerked suddenly and Claire looked down to see that Sam was standing over them, stroking a hand up and down Dean’s back. “How’s that feel, De?” “Fuckin’ tight.” Dean grunted back. The bed dipped as Sam climbed on behind Dean. His large hands gripped Dean’s hips as he rubbed his cock over Dean’s ass. Dean shuddered deeply and pulled back from Claire to push himself back against Sam. Claire thrust her hips, but her movement was limited since she was still tied down. Sam noticed and reached over to tug the knots around her ankles free. She immediately pulled her legs up to wrap around Dean’s waist. She felt Sam run his hands up and down her legs before gripping her thighs and pulling her into Dean. Dean groaned at the feeling before lifting his head and kissing Claire hard, shoving a tongue into her mouth. She started to grind her hips against Dean, needing more. “No baby girl. Stay still.” Sam ordered. She obeyed reluctantly and felt his hands return to Dean’s hips. Dean’s cock twitched inside her as Sam slid back into Dean’s tight warmth. “Fuck us, Dean.” Sam commanded. Dean shuddered as he started a slow rhythm of fucking into Claire while fucking back into Sam. Before long, his speed picked up and Claire was holding onto the ropes around her wrists desperately. Sam growled and started shoving hard into Dean, pushing him into Claire and breaking his rhythm. Dean whined out, “Sammy, ‘m gonna cum if you keep that up.” “Then do it. Fill that bitch up.” Claire and Dean moaned in unison as Sam continued his rapid, hard thrusts. Claire felt the coil tighten in her belly and could tell that Dean was close too as he started to throb inside her. Dean’s chest was pressed against hers and as she felt the dam inside her break, she bit hard into his shoulder. Dean gasped and used his grip under her arms to her shoulders to pull her onto him as deep as he could get before unloading himself inside her. “Fuck!” Sam cried out as he gave a few more hard shoves

into Dean before stilling and grunting as he came himself. He had a tight grip on Dean’s hips that looked like it would leave bruises. They all stayed in their positions, breathing deeply before Claire managed to chuckle out “God, that was fucking amazing!” Both boys let out light laughs of their own as Sam pulled free of Dean slowly and collapsed to the side of Claire. Dean then pulled himself out of Claire and laid down on her other side. “Uh, boys? You gonna untie me?” “Oh, shit. Sorry, sweetheart.” Dean mumbled before leaning up to pull the knot at her wrist free, while Sam undid the other. Once she was free, Dean curled into her side and wrapped an arm around her waist. Sam pulled the blanket up over the three of them before moving arm under Claire’s head and holding the arm of Dean’s that was around Claire’s waist with his other arm. He kissed Claire’s cheek and mumbled, “Sorry we made you wait so long, baby girl. Hope it was worth it in the end.” “Yea, Sam. It was most definitely worth it.”

[glenncoco4]

You Can Count On Me

A/N: Chapter 7

••••

As she waits for the car in front of her to pull ahead, Kensi basks in the warmth of the bean juice as it moves its way down her throat. She so focused on her morning joe that she doesn’t notice the lone figure standing on the curb. Her brow furrows in confusion as he steps up to the side of the car. “Oh, my god, babe, what are you doing?”

The dirty shaggy blonde flashes his partner the gross yellow caps that are surrounding his teeth, earning a cringe. “Had a little LAPD undercover field trip early this morning. Can I get a ride?”

She extends her head towards him, sniffing as the unknown smell assaults her nostrils. “Is that you?”

“I like to go method, you know that.”

“That’s really disgusting.”

“I have to be convincing and the smell is a big part of that.” He places his arm against the window sill, sending his girl a wink. “So how bout that ride?”

“I love you but I wouldn’t let you ride in my trunk smelling like that.”

“Are you serious?”

It takes everything in her not to dry heave as a new odor enters her bubble. “Serious as that smell coming from your clothes.” Shaking her head, the brunette smirks, sending him a playful wink before driving off.

“No, no. No, no. Come on, Kens!”

“Bye, cutie.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he watches the retreating taillights fill his vision, leaving him stranded on the side of the road. “This is love.”

 ••••

Later that day the junior agent listens to the older man’s theory as to which direction the missing marines may have headed, but her instincts tell her that what he’s saying isn’t necessarily true. “I’m not so sure, Major. I found SUV tracks heading in the other direction.”

The older man rolls his eyes, almost challenging the brunette. “I’m pretty sure they’re heading away from Mexico.” He dismisses the pair, focusing on his own agenda before walking over to the rest of his team. “If you’ll excuse me.”

“Did I just get blown off?” She turns to her boyfriend, honestly wondering why she’s at all surprised by the Major’s reaction. 

“Like Ronald McDonald at a PETA convention.” He shakes his head, knowing if anyone can track, its one Kensi Marie Blye. Without an ounce of doubt in his eyes, Deeks looks to her. “Hey, trust your gut.”

A barely there smile rises to her lips. She sees the absolute faith he has in her shining bright in his cerulean blues. It’s calming and gives her a moment to center herself. “Looks like somebody was being dragged, which seems to fit the scenario.” She follows the trail, but stops when its clear that it goes on for miles. 

Realization hits her and she tries to bite back a smile thinking about how her partner his gonna respond to what they have to do next. “You ready to go for a little ride?”

The words leave her lips and he can’t help the smile that spreads to his face. The image of her in nothing but satin lace saying those exact same words has him in a trance.

She sees his eyes glaze over as he licks his lips. Shaking her head, she can only imagine what’s going on in his head right now. “On the bikes, Marty, on the bikes.”

“So no hot desert sex then?” He playfully pouts. 

She ignores his question, walking off towards the dirt bikes in hopes that he didn’t notice the blush rise to her cheeks.

••••

Two hours later, Kensi suddenly stops, pulling of her helmet as her partner follows. “I’ll never understand why you do this for fun.”

The corner of her mouth curls into a smile when she watches him shake his hair. The dirty clothes mixed with his sun kissed skin does things to her, a lot of things. “You look rugged, babe. Wouldn’t make you for a four-star hotel camper.”

“Kens, the last time we went on vacation you and Kip went on an ATV adventure while me and the cupcake girls stayed at the pool all day and got pedicures.” He suddenly pauses, the first string of words suddenly washing over him. “Wait, you think I look rugged?”

“Yeah, like Malibu Ken, he wasn’t anatomically correct either.”

He eyes his girlfriend, challenging her. The squawk of laughter she lets out makes his heart flutter. He’s been working on her sense of humor for 20 years now, when she thinks she’s being funny somehow it makes the situation all the better. His little weirdo. But that also doesn’t mean he can’t ‘fight’ back. “In that case, I guess I’ll just have to keep what I have to myself.”

“You wouldn’t last 10 minutes.”

“Oh you think so?”

Her eyes follow him up and down as she examines his body, bitting her bottom lip. “I guess only time will tell. Oh, yeah, I forgot to ask, are you good with me walking around the house naked tonight? It’s just these clothes are so constricting today, I need a little bit of air.”

“Uh.” He’s left frozen in the hot desert sun, well all but one part of him. She’s gonna be the death of him, but what a way to go.

••••

Dread fills her being as she watches the guy who was chasing after her partner come back on the ATV. Her heart races, thinking about how his lifeless body could be laid out alone somewhere, but before she can get too deep into her thoughts the perpetrators surround the bulldozer spraying bullets right towards the brunette and marines.

They’re so focused on those they can’t see that they miss the lone assailant approach them on their side. Just has he lifts his gun, a series of bullets hit the man from out of nowhere. 

Kensi’s brow furrows, wondering if their back up has finally arrived when out jumps her rugged looking boyfriend covered in more dirt than she remembers. She’s so angry with him for losing contact that she doesn’t even have time to take a relieving breath that he’s alive.

The detective hops over the scrap of metal, coming up beside his partner. “Did you miss me?”

“Where have you been?”

“They killed my bike.”

They crouch down even further as the bullets continue to fly, their eyes lock, trying to come up with a plan. Any plan that will get them out of this alive. 

With not much time Deeks realizes the action he needs to take to ensure the best possible outcome for their safety. “Alright, you know what? I’ll draw their fire, you make a run for the SUV.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Not really, no.”

Before she can respond he’s halfway across to the trailer spraying the men with bullets, once he’s found cover behind the old truck, Kensi makes her move as her partner covers her.

She quickly makes it to the SUV just as one of the guys loads the rocket launcher. As she’s messing with the wires, a whirling sound fills the air followed by a loud explosion. Looking up, her heart sinks once again, knowing that’s the exact same spot where her love was. “Marty.”

Giving up. That’s all she’s thinking about now as the perpetrators continue their assault. They’re outnumbered and Marty is more than likely dead. It’s hopeless. 

As she lays there in the seat of the vehicle a sudden twirling noise fills the air, to much of her relief she soon recognizes the sound. Help has arrived.

Staying down until backup has taken care of the men, Kensi takes a calming breath as a lone tear escapes her eye. God how is she going to go on with her life? How will she explain it to his mom? How will she explain it to their friends?

“Look, baby, I know you’re tired, but you can sleep when we get home.”

Her eyes go wide at the sound of the oh so familiar surfer drawl that belongs to her best friend. Before she can even process what’s going on in her head, her body is jumping out of the seat and lunging into his arms. “I thought you were dead.”

“I’m okay.” He places a kiss to the top of her head. To say the explosion knocked him on his ass is a bit of an understatement. He was this close to being engulfed in flames, so close in fact that the back of his jacket is charred. So close to losing all he had with her and leaving her by herself. That thought alone, sends his mind into overdrive. 

Realizing that their coworkers could be walking up at any minute, they quickly pull apart, the aching to be close to one another radiating through their beings. Sharing a look, they center themselves and get back to the art of deception. Rushing over to the marines, the partners help load them into the chopper and take a much deserved sigh of relief. All in a days work.

••••

They finally get back to the mission later that evening to grab their things, gladly leaving their paper work for tomorrow. The pair say their goodbyes to the rest of the team before heading out to their respective vehicles, but the shaggy blonde stops her from getting into her car. “How about I pick you up from your place and we go for a ride?”

“I like the sound of that.”

Observing the area around them, the detective makes sure the coast is clear before taking hold of her hand, his thumb moving back and forth across her soft skin, bringing both of them a sliver of comfort. 

His eyes find hers, there’s so much he needs to say to her, but now is not the time. “I love you.”

She’s caught a bit off guard, not by his words, but the turmoil and sadness written in his eyes. “I love you too, Marty.”

••••

She looks across the vastness that is the ocean. The golden and pink hues that envelope the world around them is one of the most magical things that she’ll never get tired of. But the view is the last thing on her mind because something’s been off with her boyfriend for the better part of the day and then their interaction in the parking garage, has her wondering. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I-I need you to...”

“Need me to what?”

His chest rises and falls as he takes a calming breath. He’s not really sure of what he’s about to asks her...actually he is. Turning towards her, he’s met with her concerned loving mismatched eyes, and it gives him the courage to continue on. “Marry me.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Great, Marty. That’s just great. You have an entire rolodex of words and those are the ones you choose.”

“Marty. Baby. Stop.”

Taking another deep breath, he tries to gather his thoughts. 

They sit in silence for a few seconds before he finally gains his courage once again to confess what’s been at the forefront of his mind for the past couple of hours. “Kens, I love you. In some way I’ve always known that I was in love with you. You’re my best friend, the person I want to share everything with. I don’t know how you did it but that 8 year old little girl I met 20 years ago made me feel the safest I’ve ever felt in my life and she’s been doing so ever since.” He reaches for her hand, needing contact now more than ever. “I know this is sudden, but when you think about it, its really not. We know everything about each other, we’re a part each other, past, present and future. I want you to know that you can count on me for the rest of our lives. Baby, I’ll always be here loving you and being your biggest supporter. I so very much want you to be the same for me, so...Kensi Marie Blye, will you marry me?”

There are tears in her eyes, this is sudden and happening oh so fast. Her heart is racing and her thoughts are all over the place. Sliding across the old leather seat, she brings her lips to his. “I love you so much, and I want all of those things that you do, but I think I need a little time to process everything. Is that okay?”

He should’ve saw this coming. I mean they’ve only been dating for a week and this topic has never come up. His best friend is one of the most level headed people he’s ever known, so he recognizes that she needs time to process this commitment and all that comes with it. He places a reassuring kiss to her lips, a barely there smile across his face. “Of course it is. I didn’t mean to spring this all on you. It’s just what with today and the explosion, I knew I didn’t want to waste another minute.”

“And we’re not.” She assures him, if there’s one thing she knows its that life is short and there’s no promise of tomorrow, but she still needs to gather herself and her thoughts. If they’re going to do this, she needs to have a level head not be wrapped up in the near death experience of today. “We’re together. I just want you to know that no matter what, I do want everything with you. I just need some time to process everything.”

“I understand.”

She places a kiss to his lips once more before her head finds his shoulder. “I love you.”

His head finds hers as they stare out across the cliff side sunset. The tension in his body slowly releases as her fingers intertwine with his. As long as she’s still here, that’s all that matters. “I love you. I love you so much.” 

[seanbeansimp59]

Okay can we get a little bit more appreciation for Patriot Games Bean??

Like don’t get me wrong, any form of Sean Bean appreciation is 100% holy and called for, but I don’t see much love for the absolute character that is Sean Miller in Patriot Games. So allow me. 

**WARNING: SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE ADAPTATION OF TOM CLANCY’S PATRIOT GAMES**

First of all, let’s adore the depth of character that he portrays in the film. Sean Miller is the weapons expert of a splinter cell of the Irish Republican Army known as the Ulster Liberation Army, whose ultimate goal is to get the British out of Ireland at all costs. In the beginning of the movie, the group of terrorists attempt to assassinate the Prince of Wales, and Jack Ryan, played by Harrison Ford (which is a definite bonus), ever the hero, steps in to intervene, accidentally killing Sean’s teenage brother, Paddy, in the process. The rest of the movie, we see Sean slowly descending into madness as his grudge and hatred for Ryan grows into a murderous delirium, causing him to abandon any other priority in the hopes of exacting revenge. As we all know, Sean Bean plays a wonderful psychopath, and his portrayal of an otherwise normal man driven to uncontrollable vengeance by the loss of his little brother is simultaneously horrifying and morbidly touching. 

Okay, enough of that. Now for the admiration of the blessed aesthetic that we get to witness and experience. 

First things first, Sean Bean is playing an Irishman named Sean Miller. The accent alone is enough to make me lose my mind. He may not talk much, but damn, when he does, the world stops and listens to him because his voice is perfect. Couple that with being the silent type who likely has a good heart hidden under years of trauma? Ugh, yes. Sean Miller is a goddamn masterpiece and I will defend this statement with my life. 

In the beginning, we get the beauty of a shaggy mullet, cocky arrogance amid his struggle, the hatred in his gaze during the courtroom scene, and the appearance of an animal who is strangely excited to be cornered as he is interrogated and shipped off to prison. 

Like god, the angst of this man is completely overwhelming. 

Then, as if we weren’t blessed enough, his transformation after his rescue is absolutely wonderful. The loss of the mullet to a short, almost military look is magnificent, the grief in his eyes mingling with his fury, the way he begins to drift from his companions into obsessive vengeance--he is a man being torn asunder. 

Finally, as he comes back from his attempt on Ryan’s life, we see a man consumed by bitterness when he learns he has failed to exact revenge for his brother’s death. He becomes completely disinterested in the ULA’s plot to assassinate the Prince of Wales, and descends completely into his own hatred. This of course causes him to turn his back on his comrades and abandon everything to try and kill Ryan at the end of the movie, leading to his grisly demise. 

All in all, Sean Miller deserves more love from us. Although Ryan sees him as a mindless terrorist hellbent on destroying his family, Miller is acting in maniacal vengeance for the murder of his kid brother. He is a man of complexity, brokenness, and primal beauty, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t love him. 

[mydarlingklaus]

Meeting the Mikaelsons:

So, this is my first time ever writing a main pairing that wasn’t Klaroline. I’m loving sizzie and hope I did them justice. There will be a part 2 soon. I’m obviously a KC shipper and have made it clear that, to me, they are Lizzie’s family. If that’s not your flavor then you do not have to read. Leave reviews here on my ff.net account please! Enjoy (:

Summary: After insisting that Sebastian accompany her for Christmas break, Lizzie and Sebastian hit the road to New Orleans to spend the holiday with her family and meeting them for the first time...including Klaus.

"Explain to me again how the Klaus Mikaelson is your father when I was under the impression the worthless mortal with the horrid beard held that title?" Sebastian wondered from the passenger seat of the camaro Lizzie was struggling to drive.

He cringed at her aggressively pulling at the stick shift like a mad woman.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive?" He asked.

"Why would I do that?"

Sebastian sighed. "I adore your dominance as much as the next but you command this vessel like a drunken pirate."

Still looking forward, her thick eyebrows raised defensively.

Lizzie scoffed. "Please like I'm going to let a guy who's never driven in his life lecture me on driving tactics, or crash my only source of transportation. No thank you."

The corners of his lips twitched up in a half smile. "Touché but, I think you know I'm a rather fast learner."

His hand raising to brush his knuckles against her soft and pink cheek.

Lizzie could already feel herself wanting to succumb to his talents of distraction.

Pulling away from his tempting touch with a flip of her hair. "Pass."

He shook his head with a soft laugh.

"First of all, that 'worthless mortal' you speak of is my father and I would appreciate it if you didn't insult him right in front of me. Even if you're right about the shaggy dog on his face..."

Lizzie mumbled, bringing a smirk to his lips.

"And second of all, Klaus isn't my dad...well technically. He's dating my mom who's he's loved for like, ever, and he's been in me and Josie's lives since we were kids. He's like a step dad, I guess. It's complicated. As you can tell by now my life isn't exactly conventional." Lizzie explained.

He nodded, staring aimlessly outside of the car window.

"Mmm I see, but I assume you two are quite close?" He assumed. "Given how persistent you were for me to accompany you on this little field trip, all the way to New Orleans, just to get his blessing. I must be special."

The blonde witch pulled her eyes from the road to flash the smirking vampire a harsh death glare at his teasing tone.

-Damn him.

After discovering the truth about Sebastian's past and initial reason for seeking her out in the beginning of the semester, Lizzie was unsure where she stood with him. Of course her attraction didn't falter, but her trust did. With him not—yet—being a student at the boarding school, avoiding him was rather easy until one day when he ambushed her during lunch time. Not wanting to draw any attention to her humiliation, Lizzie insisted they drive off campus to hear any bullshit excuse he could charmingly muster.

There were yells, bickering, name-calling and aneurysm spells that soon resulted in the screaming match transforming to bodies rubbing against each others in a battle of tongues and hateful lust. After consummating the relationship on the hood of her car, both were calm enough to have an actual conversation with one another about the situation.

Lizzie explained where majority of her anger stemmed from—how her mental stability has been her priority lately, and his mind games were cruel to the process. He made her feel she was crazy. Sincerely, Sebastian was apologetic about the entire ordeal.

Yes, his initial lure to the young witch was under selfish pretenses but he quickly—genuinely—began falling for her; as she fell for him.

They were a "bloody mess", as Sebastian said. Agreeing to earn back her trust and acceptance before anymore could happen between them.

One month later...

Not only was Sebastian now a new student at the Salvatore Boarding School—heeding to Alaric's request to keep an eye on him—but his relationship with Lizzie progressed as well.

In light of their new status as a couple, it didn't take long for Klaus to catch wind of the news all the way in New Orleans.

Caroline swore she wasn't the one who told him.

The hybrid knew Lizzie was interested in a new boy in town during one of his previous Mystic Falls visits in the beginning of the semester.

But the two never met.

Klaus was like a father to Lizzie. They were extremely close, they talked almost everyday about everything, but her love life was the only aspect of her life she didn't want to share with him. He wasn't particularly keen on any of the girls dating sheets—nearly scared Landon to death. But finding out one of them was with a vampire of all creatures, especially one as old as him threw his defenses in overdrive.

Despite them not dating too long, Lizzie really liked Sebastian and wanted Klaus and Caroline to like him too. Which triggered the idea of proposing that he spend Christmas break with her and her family in New Orleans.

Caroline flew out with Hope and Josie the night before via Klaus's private jet, while Lizzie insisted on driving; to delay the inevitable tension upon their arrival.

Lizzie forced her attention back on the road, gripping the steering wheel tightly at his arrogant, yet accurate, assumption.

Despite them being in a loving and committed relationship, their dynamic was consumed with teasing and playful bickering to no end. Constantly trying to get a rise out of each other, which usually resulted in coaxing out their pent up desires.

Her eyes rolled dramatically. "Deflate your ego by a ton, teen Dracula." She scoffed. "I invited you solely because I know you have nowhere else to go for the holidays and wouldn't want to freeze your ass off in a Mystic Falls winter."

Sebastian intently stared as she continued.

"Now, me being the charitable person I am, decided to contribute to the season of giving by helping you out. I'll be happy to leave you on the side of the road so the villagers can have their way with you instead." She said with a beaming grin.

Sebastian threw his head back in laughter. He was convinced Lizzie underestimates just how much she amused him.

"And there it is...that natural fire that I love so dearly." Turning his head on the back of the seat to gaze at the exceptional beauty beside him.

She failed to hide her smile and blush, grateful to be driving to avoid his endearing stare that always turned her into mush.

Shaking her head while briefly trapping her bottom lip between her teeth. "Shut up."

His leftover chuckles dissipated over the course of the ride. It had been 30 minutes since their last conversation in the car, sparking Sebastian's suspicions. Lizzie was many things but a mute wasn't one of them, and she barely said anything to him besides a few words here and there.

Twirling the daylight ring she made him between his fingers as he observed her tense posture, trembling hands hands on the wheel and shallow breaths leaving her pink lips. His heightened vampire senses made him feel hers just as intensely.

It was driving him crazy.

"Are you alright?" Sebastian finally asked.

Lizzie blinked rapidly like she'd been dragged from a daze. "Yup. Never better."

Pressing his lips together, he spoke.

"Pull over."

She whipped her head to side and eyebrows furrowed. "What, why?"

"Pull over." He repeated with no further explanation.

"Absolutely not. We're already behind schedule and I'm not making us even more late just so you can dive your fangs into Bambi." She spat.

He growled under his breath. "For Christ's sake Elizabeth, can you for once not be stubborn and pull this bloody contraption over."

Not having much energy to fight, she eventually sighed and did as he asked.

Engine off with nothing but the slow breeze from the empty road to keep them company.

Sebastian unbuckled his seatbelt and turned in his seat to face the flustered blonde.

"What's wrong?"

She swallowed, fidgeting with her fingers to avoid his stare. "Nothing. Why would you think something is wrong?"

He shrugged. "Well, your knuckles nearly whitening from the death grip you possessed over that wheel. Your breaths are labored, body tense, face hard like stone..."

"Maybe I'm just sexually frustrated." She expressed.

The comment making him grin, briefly, before his face neutralized again in sincere concern.

"And you haven't said a word to me in half an hour, not even to tell me to stop messing with the radio buttons."

That actually did grind her nerves when he was examining the radio like a rocket ship—little did she know it was his attempt at getting her attention.

His finger gently pulled her chin forward until she was finally looking at him. Her usual fiery blue now a calm nonexistent flame. Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear to reveal more of her face as his palm softly cuffed one cheek. Her tension quickly diminished, relaxing into the seat and his light touch.

The sweet affection made her stomach tie into a million knots.

"Talk to me." He softly pleaded.

It was still weird for Lizzie to be so vulnerable with someone who wasn't her family.

Lizzie hated being vulnerable. She hated asking for help or showing her weaknesses. It wasn't until lately she began managing her emotions, and Sebastian was an expert at drawing them out of her. Even with Sebastian's reassurance and acceptance, exposing her emotions was a long and tiring battle that she was always losing.

She didn't want to lose with him.

The blonde witch nervously licked her lips, conceding with a sigh. "Okay, I'm just...nervous, about all of this. More than I thought I'd be."

Sebastian's expression demonstrating he already suspected that was the reason.

"This is kinda a big deal for me. I've never really had boyfriends per say, so the whole introducing a guy to my family thing has never happened before. And I definitely never let anyone meet Klaus unless they had a death wish or something and—"

His finger suddenly resting on her lip paused her rant.

"I don't think I've ever mentioned how charming your rambling episodes are." His smile deepened.

Lizzie rolled her eyes grinning. "It's not charming it's annoying. But I can't help it when I'm nervous, I have a serious case of word vomit. Another pesky trait I inherited from my dear mom, along with the tendency to fall for old as dirt vampires."

Sebastian chuckled, removing his hand from her face so she could continue.

She licked her lips again. "I like you, and that wasn't easy for me to admit so don't even think about using it against me." Pointing her finger at him sternly.

His eyes narrowed. "Why would I do that?"

"Wouldn't be the first time you use my vulnerability for your own gain, and you wouldn't be the only one..." She muttered.

His jaw clenched.

He could feel his blood boiling, erupting at the thought of someone taking advantage of her. Desiring to slaughter every last one of them. Made him feel sick that he was one of those grotesque people as well.

No time would be enough for him to make that up to her.

He decided not to defend himself, knowing he once did hurt her and had to live with that, and instead let her finish her thoughts.

"But that's all in the past now, and after much groveling I've forgiven you. We have a good thing going right now. It's real this time, and scary and amazing but sometimes I feel like I'm rushing into things, because I'm afraid it won't last. A lot of things in my life have been temporary, especially in the romance department."

Sebastian was as furious as he was relieved that no other boy has experienced Lizzie the way he has. But furious at how they made her doubt herself and deemed her as not good enough for them.

"I'm not saying I want to marry you or anything but, I'm in no rush for this to to be over either. And I'm scared that we'll take this huge leap only for it not to last, or I scare you off when you discover all of my many shattered pieces." She concluded.

Sebastian's eyes softened into a light blue as he allowed her fears to sink in and realizing he shared similar ones. He has known nothing but death and darkness for centuries. The last girl he loved died in front of his eyes before he met his own fate.

What he and Lizzie had was just as new and scary for him as well.

He hummed. "I think we've established that we're both rather broken, in our own ways. You're definitely something I wasn't expecting either, Elizabeth and quite ominous with how quickly you captured my heart."

She cocked her head to the side in disbelief. "I'm the complete opposite of ominous. Are you really using middle ages pick up lines on me when I'm trying to be serious?"

He smirked moving closer towards her face. "I assure you there's nothing, how do you say it, 'cheesy', about what I'm saying. You have to know I mean every word."

She did.

Her breath hitched and heart rate sped to full capacity.

"It's terrifying how much you make me feel. So demanding and passionately. How much you intrigued me even when we first met, on that fateful day in the Old Mill, or how quickly you made me want more when I knew I shouldn't."

Sebastian could feel his throat tightening from all the bottled up emotions forming.

He cleared his throat. "After what happened with Casandra, I closed my heart and sights to finding love and everything in between. I didn't think I would ever find that deep of a connection with anyone again. Hell, I didn't know if I was ever going to have another opportunity to even try but, then I found you Elizabeth Saltzman. The radiant ray of a chaotic sunshine." His smile stretched his face brightly.

Lizzie's was sure he could hear her pounding heart ready to explode out her chest.

"And believe me I never thought in my lifetime I would ever fancy, let alone form any sort of relationship, with the daughter of the most dangerous and ruthless creature to ever exist." He added with a slight laugh. "But I did, and have no regrets about it."

Both their hands hesitantly joined at the console between them. Lizzie eyes were on Sebastian while his were examining their now interlocked fingers. Studying the display of affection like it was a foreign concept.

He wasn't the easiest person to read but she could sense how overwhelmed he was experiencing such intimacy; she felt it too.

Rubbing his lips together, still looking down he finally spoke.

"I—I like us, as well." He said in almost a whisper when finally looking back up to her stunned face. Tears plucking at the corners of her eyes but never falling.

"This relationship is scary for me too, not even because I haven't exactly dated anyone in the last few centuries. It's different, strange even, but good—stable." He mumbled the last word.

"I want this to last until it can't anymore. I want to adapt to your world the best I can. And as truly terrifying as meeting your entire family is I will gladly walk through those flames, as long as you're there walking beside me." He declared with a widened smile.

Somehow he always knew what to say.

Lizzie subtly sniffled, shaking her head her head as her eyes danced between his and his inviting lips. "You're so damn cheesy."

Not giving him an opportunity to reply for her lips were already molding against his. Initially caught off guard, Sebastian didn't reciprocate but then quickly responded to the kiss just as eagerly—swiftly cradling her face between his two soft palms. Her hand on his chest. Wanting to keep her as close as possible, as if she'd even think about leaving. Their tongues sweeping against one another's passionately. They groaned when their bodies collided with the console between their seats that kept them from touching.

Softly giggling into another kiss, not breaking the oral embrace as Sebastian assisted her in gracefully climbing over to the passenger side so she was straddling his lap. She adjusted her body atop his—painfully torturing his already hardened desire while throwing her jacket in the backseat. His thumb caressed her hot cheek as he swept her hair out her face, never wanting the view to change. Wanting the angelic glow of her face to be the first and last thing branded in his memory. His stare radiating unexpected warmth down her body. He had to have known what he was stirring inside of her...

The way he looked at her, so lovingly and adoringly it felt unreal. No guy ever looked at her like she was their whole world. Sebastian knew of her past, her struggles and weaknesses and only tried his hardest to adore her scars all the same. He made her feel like more than herself.

She wasn't 'crazy Lizzie' or 'witch Lizzie' or 'the broken one' when with Sebastian. She was just her: a curious girl falling hard for an extraordinary guy.

Bending her head down Lizzie captured his lips again, instantly licking her tongue inside his mouth to deepen the already passionate kiss. Her arms securely wrapped around his neck while his were around her waist. Squeezing her denim covered hips delightfully while subtly grinding their hips into each other's. Both moaning and smiling against each other's lips shamelessly, as if they didn't have somewhere to be.

-Oh, right...

With a final but lasting peck, the young blonde reluctantly pulled away leaning her elbows on his shoulders. Rubbing her nose against his cutely before sighing in defeat.

"As tempting as indulging in more very public fornication is, we really need to get back on the road. We're already an hour behind the schedule I gave my parents and knowing Klaus, he's going to send out a hybrid search party if we're not there soon." She half joked.

Sebastian lazily grinned, kissing her lips one last time. "I suppose you're right. That would make a terrible first impression." He agreed, caressing her arms in hesitation.

There was another worry eating at him. While they were already being honest about everything, he felt no need to rep it to himself.

"What if he doesn't like me, or your mother and mortal father don't? What happens if your family doesn't approve of us being together, given that I am a few centuries older than you?" He somberly asked.

Lizzie's eyebrows furrowed.

She actually never gave much thought to the possibility of Sebastian not being approved by her parents. Caroline was usually the most open minded but Alaric and Klaus were a different story.

Alaric asked questions then dismissed while Klaus simply dismissed. The one thing the bickering men agreed on was the safety of the girls, including if they were old enough to start dating.

The worried expression broke as much as warmed Lizzie's heart. Sebastian was like an open book but mystery all at once; a complete contradiction. He never feared showing how he felt about her. Seeing him show how much he valued their relationship and afraid to lose all the progress they made.

She kissed him again, softly yet effectively. He could feel her reassurance in this one simple kiss, diminishing all his doubts and worries.

Pulling away with an infectious smile. "No matter what they think about you, it doesn't change anything. You can't get rid of me that easily." She claimed with teasing smile that matched his.

Her palm brushing over his sharp jaw calming his erratic nerves. There was a possibility this weekend could be a disaster, but what she knew for sure was how she felt about him and vice versa. Her family—not even Klaus—could take this happiness away from her.

Pecking her lips, cheek, and nose a few more times, causing the warmest blush and smile to appear, he nodded. "Alright. Then we should get back on the road to not waste anymore of our newfound courage."

Sebastian was puzzled when the blonde halted his attempt of helping her back into her seat. Brushing her pelvis against his suggestively and faces inches from each other's. He could practically taste her breath against his lips. His hands still secure on her hips, feeling like if he moved then any further they wouldn't be leaving this side of the road anytime soon.

"Elizabeth..."

"Hmm?" She hummed, brushing her fingers through his dark brown hair.

He smirked. "Didn't you say we should get going soon?"

The mischievous glint in her eye amused him immensely.

Lizzie innocently shrugged. "Mhm, soon as in not right this second. Soon as in, after indulging in a few more minutes of an impromptu make-out session with my hot boyfriend before I'm forced to pretend you've never seen me naked."

Sebastian's laugh was loud, genuine and contagious.

Their laughter only muffled by their lips meeting again in a passionate frenzy—neither one any rush to leave anytime soon.

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CSFF: Before Dawn 2/?

Title: Before Dawn 

Author: thejacketandthehook (aka everystareverywhere) 

Summary:  Emma Swan and Killian Jones only had one thing in common: Emma's best friend and Killian's brother were dating. But Emma and Killian could not get along. That was, until the day they had to work together through a tragedy that no one saw coming.

Rating: General (but that will change to Mature in later chapters) 

Word Count: 6529

Disclaimers: I own absolutely nothing. 

Author’s Notes:  So, I’ve been in the mist of writing this particular story for almost two years. And I’m hoping that if I have support, I’ll be more motivated to finish it. So my story is based off of the movie "Life As We Know It" starring Katherine Heigl and Josh Duhamel. And below is the first chapter. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter One

You can also read it here: A03

@searchingwardrobes

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Two Months Later

Emma smiled as her boyfriend, Walsh, leaned across the table, gently taking her hand in his.

"You are an amazing woman, Emma Swan," Walsh smiled. She and Walsh had been going out for the last four months, and though Emma really didn't believe in love at first sight, or any kind of nonsense like that, she was smitten with him. He was just that kind of guy; charming to a fault, but also kind and considerate. He loved spending quiet time with Emma, but also loved being around Liam and Elsa (he's never met Killian; Emma felt he didn't need that kind of torture). With his shaggy brown hair and warm brown eyes, he was exactly what Emma needed and wanted. Elsa saw that the first time Emma brought him to her house from BBQ. Walsh and Liam got along wonderfully, and even Henry seemed to like him -  though to be fair, Henry likes everyone, but still. It was nice that Walsh could fit into her little life. It meant a lot.

"I know," she smiled back, tilting her head to the side. They had just finished dinner and the waitress asked if they wanted desert.

"I can't eat another bite," Emma replied, leaning back and rubbing her hand over her completely full stomach.

"Oh, come on! You have to have their ice cream! You love the ice cream here."

That was true, but still..."Walsh, I couldn't."

"Fine, I'll take the ice cream."

After he told her what flavor he wanted and the waitress walked away, Walsh excused himself to go to the bathroom. Emma was fiddling with her phone, checking Facebook and Instragram when he returned. "Everything alright with work?"

"Yeah, yeah. I haven't been assigned a new case yet."

"You will be soon."

"Well, I just closed one today."

"And that is why you are the best detective here in Storybrooke."

Emma gave a small chuckle. "I wish that felt like a big victory, but...I want to go where there is real detective work. Like in New York. Or Boston."

"You want to leave Elsa? And Henry?"

She shrugged. "It's a dream right now. I'm sure that I'm not gonna..." Just then her cell phone rang. Usually she would ignore it, because she was on a date with Walsh and it wasn't her work ringtone. But it was Anna's face that appeared on the screen. And Anna rarely called Emma. And right then, Emma's stomach dropped.

"I should take this," she muttered before picking up and phone and turning slightly to the side before swiping her finger along the bottom. "Hello?"

"Emma?" Though it was Anna's voice, it...wasn't. Because Anna was usually chipper to the point where you wanted to tie her down and read her horrible stories about how magic really works in Disney World until she loses that innocence. But right now it sounded like she had found it all on her own. "Emma...I can't..."

She's crying. Why was she crying?

"Anna? What is it? Are you okay? Is it Henry?" Oh no, please let it not be Henry. Please say Henry is fine. Because Elsa and Liam would lose it if something happened to Henry.

"He's..." Anna sobbed so loud, Emma pulled the phone away from her ear, but she quickly replaced it, in case she continued talking. Emma wanted to jump out of the chair and start pacing, but since she was in a public place, she couldn't. But her body wanted to move while her mind was trying to focus on Anna.

"Anna? Anna, is it Henry? Is he okay?" Emma asked, anxious. Anna was not answering her questions and she was starting to freak out.

"Henry's...he's fine...but Emma...Come to the hospital. Now!" Before she can say another word, Anna hung up.

Emma slowly lowered the phone, Walsh's ice cream placed in front of her on a lovely dish. But she barely saw it before she gathered up her belongings. "I need to go."

"I gathered," Walsh said, signaling to the waitress for the check. "Is Henry alright?"

"I don't...Yes, he's okay. But I don't understand why she called. I need to go to the hospital."

"Wait, I'll drive you."

Emma stood up, ready to run out of there and run to the hospital if she had to. "Walsh, I can't--"

"I'll take you. You're in no condition to drive." The waitress appeared with the check. Walsh handed her his credit card and said, "We need to leave now, so hurry up." Usually he's so considerate to waiters and waitresses, but he knows that Emma's in a rush.

"It has be something to do with Elsa," Emma says, trying to figure out what got Anna so upset. "If it's not Henry, than it's Elsa. It has to be."

The waitress returned with the receipt and Walsh signed it before the two of them ran out of the restaurant and towards his car.

The drive to the hospital took forever, but they were also there in record time. Emma ran towards the doors when she saw someone running out of the corner of her eye. She didn't stop, even when she recognized Killian's profile. When he saw her, he came closer before asking, "Henry?"

She knew what he was asking: was Henry hurt? She shook her head. "I don't think so."

Walsh was right behind the two of them as they entered the hospital. Emma and Killian went straight to the front desk. They spoke at the same time. "I want to see my brother, Liam Jones." "I need information on Elsa Jones."

The nurse looked at the two of them. "You must be the family members. Let me page the doctor for you." She turned around and picked up the phone.

"This is not good," Emma whispered. "If we need to talk to a special doctor, this is not good."

"Think positive Emma. They could be in a minor accident. Anna is a bit overdramatic."

Killian turned to look at Walsh, but didn't say anything. At that moment, the nurse turned around and said, "Dr. Whale is on the third floor."

The three of them went speeding towards the elevators. But they were taking too long, and Emma was jumpy, so when she saw the staircase, she went towards them instead. She thought that she heard Walsh and Killian behind her, but she wasn't certain. Everything felt like a dream, a really awful dream where you can't wake up. It felt fuzzy and uncertain and all Emma wanted to do was going back to the restaurant with Walsh and finish their date.

But when she threw open the door and saw Anna sobbing into her friend's shoulder, she knew that life was about to change forever.

Anna could barely speak, but her friend, Kris, filled them in. Elsa and Liam were in a terrible car accident. Their car slid and went over a bridge. Another car saw them go over and called the ambulance, but both of them were unresponsive when they were brought in. Henry was not in the car; he was at home, currently sleeping in his bed, a neighbor watching him.

Emma barely heard the words coming out of Kris's mouth. She heard their names and "car accident" and everything went fuzzy. She grabbed onto someone, she wasn't sure who, who helped her sit down. Her legs felt weak and her brain was numb and she just sat there, staring off into nothing. Because she couldn't lose Elsa. Elsa was the only family she had. She had literally no one but her.

Killian sat beside her, but she felt him rather than saw him. He leaned forward and rubbed his hands against his face before standing up and screaming, "Fucking hell!" as loud as he could. If people stopped and starred at him, Emma didn't know. She only heard the sound of his voice, not the actual words.

But she couldn't lose Elsa. She just couldn't.

When Dr. Whale walked into the hallway, Emma could feel the Earth beneath her feet moving and she had nothing to hold on to. Because he told her the one thing she did not want to hear.

"I'm sorry. We did everything we could."

Anna screamed. Killian collapsed. And Emma pulled herself up in a ball and wept. She wept for Liam Jones, the most wonderful (sort of) brother-in-law a woman could ask for. She wept for Elsa, her best friend, her almost sister. They were going to travel the world together. They were going to live next door to each other and have a special pathway put in so someone could get from one house to the other easily. Their children were going to grow up together.

And now she was gone.

Both of them.

Elsa and Liam Jones were dead.

Oh God, what about Henry?

What was going to happen to him? He was an orphan. Two hours ago he was a part of a loving family, one that would do anything to protect him. Now? Now he was an orphan before he could even talk.

Emma knew what that was like, and it was the most awful feeling in the world. The only difference between Henry and Emma is that Henry's family didn't leave him by choice. Emma's did.

But now wasn't the time to wallow in pity. Now she had to help Anna plan not one funeral, but two.

Emma's nights and days became a huge blur. She helped Killian and Anna set up the funerals, and the wake, and what should they bury Elsa and Liam in? She helped take care of Henry, but she was so out of it, a neighbor more often than not took care of him. Anna and Kris were staying with him until they spoke to the lawyer. Even though Elsa and Liam were so young (just over 25), they did in fact have a will. Emma remembered Elsa insisting she and Liam get one when they found out she was pregnant with Henry. "Better safe than sorry," she had said.

Unfortunately, she was right.

The day before the funeral, Anna called Emma to say that the lawyer wanted to speak to Emma at her earliest convenience. Emma wrote down the office address before hanging up.

She looked at her own handwriting. Archie Hopper. What an odd name. Emma wasn't certain why she was so focused on the name, so much so that she sort of just zoned out for a moment.

"Hey, you okay?" someone asked her.

She looked up to see Mary Margaret Nolan and her husband David looking down at her. Mary Margaret and David were Elsa and Liam's neighbors. Emma has of course met them numerous times, and they were certainly nice enough. Slightly older that Emma (by maybe two years), they were married straight out of college and have been by each other's side all the time. Emma wasn't certain whether she has ever seen one without the other.

Mary Margaret was a pretty woman, with a pixie cut black hair and bright green eyes. And she had a full face, though the fact that she was seven months pregnant might have helped with that. And her husband David was the picture boy for the Boy-Next-Door trope. He had sandy colored hair that was always cut short and blue eyes. Both of them were extremely easy to talk to.

"Yeah," Emma said, shaking her head before looking up at them. "I'm okay. How are you doing? How's Henry?"

Mary Margaret and David were the neighbors who had been watching Henry the night of the accident. They were thankful - like everyone else - that Henry wasn't in the car with them. There would have been no way that he could have survived.

"Henry's okay." Mary Margaret looked down that the paper in Emma's hand. "Do you need to go see the lawyer?"

Emma quickly got up, making Mary Margaret and David back up. "Yeah, yeah, I'm suppose I do," she said, sort of in a daze. She's been in a daze since this whole mess started. She wondered if she would ever truly come out it.

"When?" David asked.

"Um, soon."

"You going now?"

"Um...I guess."

"I'll drive you," David suggested. Normally Emma would have objected, stating that she can obviously take her own car, but since she was so out of it, David driving would have been the smarter option.

When they pulled up in front of the law offices, Emma weakly thanked David before getting out. She opened the door and walked towards the correct offices before opening that one. When she walked into the waiting room, she saw the receptionist behind her desk and Killian Jones sitting on one of the hard chair, playing with his phone, a flask barely tucked behind his back. Emma didn't comment. Everyone deals with grief in their own way, and right now a drink sounded like a good idea.

When the receptionist saw Emma, she picked up the phone and called to the lawyer. He must have told her to tell them to come in, since when she hung up, she said to them, "You can go in."

Killian and Emma looked at each other. "Which one?" Killian asked.

"Both of you. He's needs to speak to you both."

Emma wondered what precisely the lawyer needed both of them for, but she figured that she would find out soon enough. Killian let her walk in first before following.

The lawyer's office was spacious, even with the amount of furniture it had in it. He had at least five filing cabinets against the one wall and his desk sat in front of a row of windows. He had a couch and a coffee table sitting in the middle of the room, and in front of his desk sat two chairs. When he saw Emma and Killian, he gestured to them.

"Sit, sit," he said in a soft voice.

Once they were both seated, he introduced himself. "My name is Archie Hooper and I am Elsa and Liam Jones's lawyer. Do you know why you were both called here?" They both shook their heads. "Okay, well, I have their will here and it contains both of you." He took a deep breath before folding his hands on his desk. "Has Elsa or Liam told you what would happen to Henry in the unlikely event of both of them dying?"

Emma's fingers started fidgeting and her heart pounded. What was going to happen to him? "No," she muttered. Killian shook his head.

"Well," Archie continued, "they have both stated that the legal guardians of Henry K. Jones would be...you."

Silence. And then both Killian and Emma leaned forward in their chairs and spoke at the same time.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Like both of us?" Killian asked.

"There has to be misunderstanding somewhere," Emma replied.

Archie held up his hands. "I know this is confusing, and I tried to talk them out of it. Having two people who are not in any form of relationship raising a child...it's complicated. But they insisted that it had to be you. Both of you."

"But I'm his brother!" Killian spoke up with more passion than he had in a week. "It makes sense for me, but for her?"

As much as Emma wanted to smack Killian, he did have a point. Emma wasn't Elsa's true sister, that was Anna. So while it made sense for Killian to take responsibility for Henry, why Emma and not Elsa's actual sister?

"I love Henry just as much as you do," Emma hissed at him.

"But you're not his true aunt, love, no matter how you think otherwise," he replied.

Before Emma could so much as inhale a deep breath to fight back, Archie said, "Now, please. Let's be civil about this. Elsa and Liam have it in their will - both of their wills that if something happened to both of them and they were unable to care for Henry, that--" The lawyer opened the will up to the right page and read it. "'Emma Swan and Killian Jones would be the legal guardians of Henry K. Jones.'" He looked up. "Of course you can think about it."

"How long do we have? To think about it," Killian asked.

"24 hours."

"And then what?" was Emma's concern.

"Well, if you two both decide that you are not fit to take care of Henry, he would go to Elsa's younger sibling, Anna."

"She's only 22," Emma pointed out. "And still in college. She can't raise a baby."

"Well, it would be her decision. However, if Anna too feels that she is not fit enough to take care of Henry, he would go to social services."

"And be put into a foster home? No." Emma sat back and crossed her arms. "Henry is not going anywhere near a foster house."

Killian raised an eyebrow at Emma's outburst, but otherwise said nothing.

Archie nodded. "I understand. But you have to also understand that if no one in his family wants him--"

"I want him," Killian interrupted.

Emma sat up straighter. "Me too. I want to take care of Henry."

Archie raised his eyebrows before saying, "I need you both to understand something of vital importance. Henry is not a toy. He is a living, breathing person who is only barely begun in life. This will not be easy. Being a parent is not an easy job and it is not for the faint of heart."

"Two seconds ago you're telling us to raise Henry, and now you're telling us not to?" Killian's eyebrows creased together. "I don't understand, mate, which is it?"

"I want to do what is best for Henry. Elsa and Liam felt that the two of you were capable of raising their child." Emma and Killian looked at each other from the corner of their eyes, but otherwise said nothing. It was definitely not a secret that Emma and Killian tolerated each other at best, and Elsa and Liam knew that. Why they would want to two people who can barely look at each other to raise their child was unbeknownst to them.

"How--How does this work?" Emma leaned forward. "Like...do we adopt him or...?"

"Well, they named you guardianship. So I just set up a court hearing to grant you temporary custody, and that's it.

"What if one of us wants to adopt him?" Killian asked.

"Well, that would be something that the two of you would need to work through. But, yes, if the judge rules that you, one of you, is capable of raising Henry, then you can adopt him. But let's not get ahead of ourselves." Archie looked at the two of them. They both looked so unsure of what was happening. Like two lost puppies trying to figure out a way home. "Can I make a suggestion? Maybe you two should move in, you know, until things get settled. They did, after all, leave you their house as well..."

"Wait what?" Emma asked.

"Live in their house?" Killian wanted to know.

"Oh, did I not mention that? You would be living in their place."

Emma's eyes opened wide. "We would live in their house?"

Archie nodded. "According to their will, except for a few personal items, everything belongs to the two of you. Their house, their cars, their furniture. Their finances would be used to cover anything for Henry, of course, and their life savings will help you a bit with the upkeep of this house. Their mortgage was paid off, so you two don't need to worry about that." He took a breath. "I think I covered everything. Now. What will your decision be? Will you two raise Henry or not?"

[necrowriter]

godchild of loki (part two) (fenrir)

The second child of Loki, I met at midsummer.

Not that I realized it at the time. I'd heard a few people mention that it was the solstice, but I hadn't really paid much attention. All I knew was that it was still really damn hot, even in the evening as I walked home from work. The air was still and dry, and the sky was still full of light.

I was about halfway home when I realized there was a dog following me. I didn't see where it came from; it was just there, padding behind me, so big I wondered how I could possibly have not noticed it. It was easily the biggest dog I'd ever seen, mottled black and gray and absolutely massive, but there was also a certain leanness to it that made me think uncomfortably more of a wolf than a dog. It wore a leather collar that looked as though it had been gnawed on, and from the collar trailed a short piece of frayed, torn rope.

I wasn't as nervous as I guess most people would have been to see a dog like that following them. I'd always liked dogs, and dogs had always liked me. I'd never met a dog, no matter how big or how small, that I couldn't get along with. It was one of the blessings of my godfather, I was fairly sure, he who had, after all, been the father of the greatest wolf to ever live.

Nevertheless, this dog made even me uncomfortable, and I wondered if I should do something about it. Call a shelter or something, perhaps; by the looks of it, it had escaped from somewhere, and someone might want it back.

Then something else occurred to me. I hesitated and glanced back at the dog. It was watching me with bright green eyes. I'd never seen eyes like that on a dog before.

“Are you...Fenrir?” I asked. I felt a bit silly saying that, but I figured that if it was a normal dog it wouldn't tell anybody.

It wasn't a normal dog, though.

“I am,” the dog—the wolf—said. It had the deepest, graveliest voice I'd ever heard, and when it spoke slobber dribbled onto the sidewalk. “I am Fenrir, fame-wolf, son of Loki. Many bonds have I broken. The gods betrayed me and bound me with the dwarf-fetter Gleipnir, but when the end of days comes, I shall be free, and with my great jaws I shall devour the sun and the moon and the All-Father himself.”

I swallowed hard. “Pleased to meet you.”

The huge pink tongue lolled out in a grin. “Likewise, godchild.”

We kept walking. The great black wolf padded along beside me, silent despite its bulk.

“Do you mind if I ask you a question?” I said after a minute.

“I care not what you ask,” Fenrir said. “What I may answer is another story.”

I nodded. This again. “It's just...if you're bound by the, um, the thing...how can you be here now? Like this?”

“Ahh, little thing,” Fenrir said. “I am a god. I need not be in only one place at once.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling that this didn't entirely explain things. “Um. Is that how Loki can show up at my house even though he's...uh...”

“Bound deep beneath the earth with the entrails of my half-brother?” Fenrir growled. “Aye. In the darkest depths my father writhes against his own fetters and screams to feel the touch of poison on his brow. He is bound. Or he will be bound. Or he has been bound. Gods are...different, little thing. We do not move through time as you do.”

“Oh,” I said again.

“He was imprisoned for what he had done,” Fenrir said. “I was imprisoned for what I will do. But would I still do it if I had not been bound, and driven to revenge? What do you think, little thing?”

I was way out in the weeds by this point, but I couldn't just not answer, so I scraped my brain for a response. “Um, well...I guess that depends. I mean, did you want to eat the sun and the moon and everything before they tied you up?

“Ah, there's the question.” Fenrir licked his chops. “Perhaps. My hunger is great. But so is the hunger of Thor, for blood spilled and a good battle. So is the hunger of Odin, for wisdom and power. There are many kinds of hunger. And someone must eat the old sun at the end of days, so that a new one can be born. Perhaps someone must eat the old gods as well. It all goes around and around, little godchild.”

I considered this.

“Okay,” I said after a minute. “So you're saying it's kind of your job to eat everything?”

Fenrir snorted. “That could be said, yes.”

“So why did...do...whatever...the gods bother tying you up, then? It doesn't change anything!”

“Because they were afraid,” Fenrir said dryly. “And because they saw no other use for me. If my purpose is found at the end of all things, something must be done with me until then. The gods could have let me go free, but they were too afraid of my hunger running wild. Aye, my father may be a trickster, but it was the Aesir who lied to me. They swore it was only a test of my skill, that if I could not break free of this most paltry of binds they would release me, but when it held fast against me they only stood and laughed, and left me alone at the end of the world.”

I remembered that story. It had always scared me as a child, the big bad wolf with his slavering jaws, swearing he would only consent to be bound if one of the gods placed his hand in the wolf's mouth. I would yell at the image of the god Tyr in my storybook, telling him not to do it, knowing that he would lose his hand.

As a child, I'd always been relieved that the wolf was tied up safe and far away. As I got older, though, I'd begun to wonder...

“What would happen if they hadn't tied you up?” I asked.

“That is the question, is it not?” Fenrir said.

There was silence for a moment.

“If this all happens over and over again,” I said, “why don't you ever just...not agree to be tied up?”

Fenrir shook his head. “Because there is always a chance. Always a chance that perhaps this time...they are telling the truth.”

I didn't know what to say to that.

“You interest me, godchild,” Fenrir said. “You are something new, such as there has not been in a long time.”

I shrugged. “I'm not anything special, though. I mean, I don't feel like someone with any great destiny or anything. I'm just...me.”

Fenrir actually laughed. It was strange to watch. “Take it from me, little thing. A great destiny is not necessarily desirable.”

We turned a corner, the last corner on the trip home. I could see my house now, down the street. Fenrir stopped and turned his great shaggy head towards me.

“I came to look at you, godchild, to catch your scent,” he said. “But now I am here, I will tell you this: be wary of wolves, little thing, but be wary also of how you judge them.”

With that he set out at an easy run, or what seemed like an easy run, but within a few seconds he was already moving out of sight. Then he was gone, vanished into the slowly setting sun.

I finished the rest of the walk slowly. I had a lot to think about.

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Notes:

1.) There seems to be some confusion over whether it’s Fenrir himself that eats the sun and the moon, or whether it’s two other wolves, which are possibly related to him. I pared things down a bit by having it just be him, but I’m no expert, so I couldn’t say which is likely to be more accurate.

2.) As far as I know, the idea of Fenrir (and everything else that happens during Ragnarok) doing a necessary job is just interpretation on my part. There’s definitely something cyclical going on there, but I don’t think it says anywhere that that’s the purpose Fenrir serves or anything. It’s just sort of something he does. But hey, we’re already pretty far outside the strict bounds of norse mythology as it was originally written and intended. 

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Bad Day at Black Rock

Sam Winchester x Reader

3000 Words

This is a rewrite of the episode, Bad Day at Black Rock. It is loosely based off the episode, where I have taken quite a few liberties. This is written for @wi-deangirl77 and her Favorite Episode writing challenge. The chosen gif and quote are both highlighted in the story.

The Supernatural world surrounded you. Monsters and hunters. Legends and artifacts. They were your life, and you had known nothing else since you could walk. There had been times you had wished for more. A simple life, going to high school, finding a boyfriend and a normal job. But you enjoyed what you did, even if many people didn’t understand.

You weren’t a hunter, not even close. Your Dad had been a hunter, but more than that, he had been a collector of ancient artifacts. Artifacts hundreds of years old. Items that could kill a person with just one touch, or bring a person unmeasurable wealth. That was what you were interested in. Not the killing of the monsters, but the rare, valuable items that people would seek for a hefty price.

Now, ten years after your Father’s death, you had taken the name he had made for himself, and made an even bigger business with it. Sought out by people and monsters alike, it kept you on your toes, traveling back and forth across multiple continents, hardly ever making it back to your home, located in the upscale neighborhood of Queen, New York.  

Another job, this one much closer to town. A lucky talisman, one told to bring great fortune to whoever held it, before turning to horrible luck. Your client, a wealthy man in Egypt had offered a seven figure number if you brought it to him by tomorrow evening. You hadn’t dared mention the bad luck turned to death factor, you hadn’t figured it was your place.

Hiring a couple of goons was easy enough. Simple humans who would do anything for a couple of bucks. It seemed simple enough, break into a forgotten storage unit, and bring back the box, unopened. But nothing in the Supernatural world was ever simple. The storage unit turned out to belong to the Winchesters, a notorious hunting family that you had only heard about. Guarded profusely by sigils and booby traps, your men had gotten hurt, but had grabbed the item nonetheless.

But instead of turning it over to you as instructed, they had kept it for themselves, opening the box and touching the blasted rabbit’s foot even though you had specifically told them not too. Frustrated, you had tossed together a quick overnight bag, climbing into your porsche, speeding the hour long drive towards that sleepy little town, knowing that you would have to get your hands dirty in order to meet your client’s deadline.

Sam’s POV

“What is that thing?” Dean asked me as we left that filthy apartment building behind us. Glancing down to where the item was clutched tightly in my hand, slowly relaxing my muscles to peer down at the fluffy white rabbit’s foot.

“I think it’s a rabbit’s foot,” I muttered. “Why the hell would someone steal a rabbit’s foot?”

“Beat’s me,” Dean grumbled as we climbed into the Impala. “All I know is my gun never freezes like that. Maybe it’s some sort of good luck charm.”

“Then why would it be locked in a spelled box?” I wondered out loud. “Why would Dad have it so covered in spells that it would be undetectable by most people.”

“I have no clue,” Dean mumbled, keeping his eyes, “But I’m starving. “Let’s get some food, and we’ll call Bobby. He’ll probably know what to do.”

After Dean made a quick stop at the gas station, we pulled into the parking lot of the local Biggerson’s. It was literally one of Dean’s favorite places to eat, especially on free pie days. As I sat next to Dean, reluctantly scratching the lotto tickets he kept handing me, he was on the phone with Bobby. “Yeah Bobby, it was this fluffy white rabbit’s foot…..Yeah, it was in a box.”

I scratched the next ticket, handing them to Dean, listening to his side of the conversation. As Dean sat there, listening intently, I climbed out of the car, needing to stretch my legs. My mind wandering, I noticed something in the weeds. Leaning down, I picked up the shiny Rolex, holding it out to Dean who was out of the Impala, still on the phone with Bobby. Giving me a thumbs up, he held out the scratch tickets, a huge smile on his face.

Shaking my head, I walked back to the Impala just as Dean hung up the phone. “So, what’s the verdict?”

“Bobby says that whoever’s holding the rabbit’s foot has the best of luck. And we’re talking finding money everywhere, everything goes your way,” Dean started explaining, holding up the scratch tickets. “Like this. Sammy, we’ve one 75,000 dollars!”

“What’s the catch?” I asked him, knowing there had to be. There had to be a reason this fluffy talisman had been locked up.

Dean frowned, letting me know my gut was right. “Well, as soon as the person loses it, their luck turns south. And we’re not just talking black cat crossing your path. We’re talking horrible luck until it kills you.”

Wrinkling my nose, I squeezed the foot. “Then I won’t lose it!”

With that assurance, Dean and I headed straight into Biggerson’s, right up to the host who was looking at us rather strangely. “Table for two,” I told him right before balloons started falling down, and he started clapping.

“Congratulations!” He exclaimed, holding up a huge sign. “You’re our 1,000 guest!”

Dean seemed caught up in the celebration, but I just made sure to hold on to the Talisman, waiting until we were finally seated at our table. “Wow, that’s the best,” Dean mumbled, his mouth full of pie. “We can have all the pie we want now, Sammy.”

Your POV

Walking into that apartment, you could immediately tell something was wrong. It took only a couple of minutes to find out my instinct had been right. One man was dead, the other completely distraught. The rabbit’s foot taken by a couple of men, leaving my deadline looming dangerously close. This client was not a man you wanted to get on the wrong side of.

After spending ten minutes with the distraught goon you had hired, you finally found out who the men were. Of course it was the Winchesters, you muttered to yourself, brushing your clothes free of dust before climbing into your car. You knew exactly where to find these Winchester’s. You just hoped you were clever enough to get away with it before they caught on to your little game.

Parking in the restaurant’s full lot, you reached into your backseat, pulling out your small little case you kept for emergencies. Inside were only the essentials. Makeup and colored contacts. A couple of wigs. Some name tags. Things that would get you in and out unnoticed.

Changing your h/c for a blonde wig, you added some red lipstick, a little blush to your cheeks. Subtle but enough to make you look like a different person. Taking a deep breath, you waited until the back door opened, slipping inside unnoticed.

The place was hopping, waitresses rushing back and forth. No one noticed when you picked up a tray, placing a coffee pot on it. With your eyes downcast, you made your way through the restaurant, unobtrusively looking for the two men who had the rabbit’s foot. You had searched them almost six months ago, needing to know as much about them as possible. Knowing that someday you would no doubt run into them. Your quick thinking had paid off, and know you easily recognized the two men sitting in one of the booths, Dean stuffing his face full of pie. It was the other man, with his shaggy mahogany hair, who was staring down at his laptop that you were interested in. He was handsome in his picture, his hazel eyes mesmerizing. Even from this distance, you could feel yourself being drawn to him. His shoulders were hunched, but you could see how broad they were, how strong. His legs were long enough he had to trouble fitting in the small booth. He was the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on, but he wasn’t in your radar. Hunters were off limits, or that’s what you had always told yourself.

His hand was in his coat pocket, rustling with something inside, giving away where the location of the rabbit’s was. Taking a towel from the bus boy, you made your way to their table, relieved to see that Sam was drinking coffee. “Refill?” you asked him, pulling his attention from the laptop. His eyes were even more vibrant in real life, drawing you in, making you want to forget all about this rabbit foot. To actually get to know someone that wasn’t just another job. You knew if you had the chance, you could be happy with Sam, and you hadn’t even spoken a word to him.

“Yeah, that would be great,” he agreed, as you leaned forward, your arm brushing his shoulder. The touch alone made you blush slightly, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Your hand shook as you lifted the coffee pot, spilling the coffee over the table.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, having no problem acting the silly girl with a crush around him. “Here, let me!” Taking the towel, you patted down his side and thigh, not missing the clench of the muscle underneath your hand before you slipped your hand inside his coat pocket, wrapping the towel around the rabbit’s foot. Wishing you didn’t have to do this to Sam, you stepped back, smiling down at him. You knew what this meant, that you were literally signing his death warrant, but if it wasn’t his, it would be yours. Giving him one more half hearted smile, you walked away, glancing back to see both men watching you walk away.

As soon as you were outside, you ripped the wig off, tossing it in the dumpster before climbing in your car. Feeling as if you had left your heart behind.

Sam’s POV

The moment the waitress had offered me more coffee, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She was absolutely stunning, with her beautiful e/c and the smile tugging at her lips. I didn’t even notice at first when she spilled the coffee, but feeling her arm brush against me, I wanted to grab her hand and pull her into the seat with me. To learn everything I could about her.

It wasn’t until I watched her walk away that I realized she had taken something very important from me. The rabbit’s foot. “Dean, it’s gone!” I exclaimed, pulling my pockets out, finding nothing but lint. “The rabbit foot, it’s gone!”

“What..it must have been the waitress!” Dean muttered, both of us standing up and racing outside. As Dean continued forward, I felt myself slipping, falling straight down, scraping my knees and hands as I went.

Straightening back up, I turned to see Dean rolling his eyes. “I see the bad luck is starting. We need to get that back. And fast!”

I kept my hands to myself, not wanting to cause chaos in the Impala as Dean drove down the street, his jaw clenched. “This is not good,” he muttered, mainly to himself. Pulling into the first motel parking lot he came across, he parked, racing inside without another word. It was only minutes later he was back, a key in his hand, already on the phone with Bobby. Standing there nervously, I waited for Dean to finish the conversation, rubbing my foot along the grate on the floor. As he went to hang up, I felt my shoe slip off, falling down into the gutter, where I couldn’t reach it. “What’s wrong now?” He asked, as I stood there, feeling horrible. Everything that could go wrong was, and I had no idea how to handle it.

“I lost my shoe,” I mumbled, my lip pouting.

“That’s why you’re going to stay here,” he insisted, opening the door to our room. Stepping inside, he placed a chair in the middle, pointing to it. “You’ll sit in that chair, and you won’t touch anything. I’ll go find that blonde witch, who Bobby named as Y/N, and get the rabbit’s foot back.”

Without another word, he left, and I sat down in the chair, my nose itching but I refused to touch it.

Your POV

Feeling victorious, you placed the rabbit’s foot down on your counter, pulling your phone out to text your client. Once that was done, you took one of your favorite bottles of wine, planning on celebrating a little early.

Popping the cork, you almost missed the sound of your front door opening. Leaning down, you reached into your wine cabinet for your hidden gun when you heard Dean’s voice. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he called out, and you reluctantly straightened.

“Dean, please,” you tried pleading with him. “If I don’t get this to my client, I’m going to die.”

He didn’t seem touched by your words. “Well, if I don’t get it back, then Sam’s going to die. And I care more about Sam then I do you.”

Your gaze must have shown were the rabbit’s foot was, because Dean lunged for it just as you did. His long limbs reached it before you could, holding it up victouriously. “Sorry sweetheart. I know Sam seemed to like you, but right now all I’m worried about is him staying safe.”

“Wait, let me come with you,” You pleaded, surprising both of you. “I can’t stay here. My client will send his bodyguards to kill me.”

Dean sighed, rubbing his hand through his hair, trying to decide if I was playing with him. “Fine. But if you even try to touch the foot, you’ll…”

He didn’t need to finish. “I know. And I want you to take it to Sam. I don’t want his luck to turn bad. Believe it or not, I do care if he survives.”

“Then let’s get going! I don’t want him on his own any longer than necessary. Who knows what could have happened already.”

Riding in the Impala with Dean was full of plenty of awkward silence. You sat there nervously, your hands clenched in your lap, never once trying to reach over and take the talisman from Dean. It seemed like he started to believe you halfway through the ride, finally turning to you, engaging you in conversation. “So, you like to sell cursed objects?”

“No, I don’t like to sell cursed objects,” you objected. “I procure rare and unique objects, selling them to the highest bidder.”

“Why?” He asked simply.

“Because I like the items. I like the beauty of them. The history. I also like the money I make,” you started explaining. “My dad, he was a hunter and a trader. I didn’t like the guns, or the deaths, so I turned to this aspect of it.”

“So, maybe you aren’t so bad after all,” he chuckled.

By this time he was pulling up to a run down motel where you could immediately see something was going on in one of the rooms. The curtain was ripped down, a man standing there with a gun in his hands. “Dean, the room!” you exclaimed, racing out of the car, heading towards the room where you knew Sam had to be. With his long legs, Dean beat you to the door, pushing it open, stopping in the doorway.     Running into his back, you peered around him to see Sam tied up, blood pouring from his nose.

“What’s she doing here?” Sam asked, seeing you behind his brother.

“She switched sides,” Dean answered. “Now how about you guys let go of my brother?”

“I don’t think so,” the one man muttered, holding a gun. “This is fate, I was brought here to kill Sam Winchester.”

“Not today. Because I’m holding the lucky charm,” Dean told them, picking up a pen from the table, throwing it straight in front of him, both of you watching in amazement as it stuck in the gun’s barrel.

“Did you see that?” Dean exclaimed. “I’m Batman!”

“Yeah, you’re Batman,” Sam answered sarcastically as you threw a remote, hitting the other man in the head, knocking him unconscious as Dean knocked the other one out.

Racing over, you untied Sam, gently cupping his cheek. “Are you okay?” you asked him, searching his face.

“Yeah,” he answered, his gaze connecting with yours. “But why did you come back?”

“I couldn’t be the reason for your Death. I know we don’t really know each other, but…”

“I felt it to,” he answered.

“I hate to break up this touching scene, but Bobby told me of a way to get rid of this Rabbit’s foot, and break the curse. Shall we?”

Sam looked your way, and you nodded. “Maybe afterwards, I can take you out for dinner? Actually have a chance to get to know each other.”

“I’d like that,” you answered, reaching for and grasping his hand in yours. “But first, let’s break this string of bad luck.”

The two of you began walking towards the door, when you felt Sam start to drag you down. Turning in time to see his foot tangled up in the bedspread, his large frame heading straight for the floor, taking you with him. He rolled, taking the brunt of your fall, with you landing on top of him. Your body was completely on top of him, both of you chuckling softly. “Maybe we let Dean complete the ritual, you and I stay here where we can’t get into as much trouble?”

“That sounds like a better plan,” you agreed, not wanting to move.

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Do u have any WIPs u can share snippets of? 😄 love ur work!!

Me? WIPs? Does that sound like me at all? OH WAIT. Someoneget me a snorkel, I’m diving into the endless pit known as my WIP folder and I’m taking you with me.

Four fic snippets below. (All HP mostly Ginny and Harry/Ginny. Some…Helga/Salazar.)

we can still be, whowe said we were (Armistice Series #2 in my Slytherin!Ginny verse)

It’s verylate, most of the common room emptied, when Astoria finally speaks.

“Shehated it.”

Ginnystops, looking up at her.

Astoriais still focused on the delicate threads in front of her, like she could almostbe talking to herself. “The world we lived in. The rules and traditions and anentire childhood geared towards a proper marriage. She used to always say shewas only brave enough to hate it, not brave enough to do anything about it.”

Her handsdrop to her lap, threads tangling and needles clicking against each other.

“Myfather said the Dark Lord was supposed to make us safe. And powerful. Andprotect our way of life. But it was a lie. All the war did was kill. Both myfather and our way of life. And I’m left wondering what I’m supposed to do withthat. Mourn a father than enabled a monster? Celebrate a resistance that killedmy best friend?”

Shefinally looks at Ginny. “My father’s war killed my best friend.”

Ginnynods, because that is a truth that can’t be escaped. “Yes. It did.”

Astoria’sjaw clenches. “I’d still rather it was your fault. That would be…easier.”

Ginny’schest constricts painfully. “I played my part.”

Shespears her with a hard glance. “No. Don’t you dare do that to her. That wasCaroline’s choice. In the end, that’s all she bloody had.”

Scoopingup her threads, she strides out of the room.

Ginnyslumps back in her chair, staring into the deep nebulous depths of the lake.

 The Helga/Salazarthing I’m not writing. Nope. No way, no how.

They all come to Helga from time to time. Rowena paces, asmooth ceaseless movement across the floor. Godric sometimes sits and sometimes stands, vacillating between inunsteady fits of energy. Salazar just sits. Sits and seethes. He is like theocean, smooth surfaces and treacherous undertows.

They have fought again, Godric and Salazar, and so here heis, sitting and seething in the sunny spaces of her rooms.

“Salazar,” she says, reaching forward and touching his kneewhen he has sat for far too long.

He looks at her with shock at the bold familiarity of thetouch, but rather than reprimanding her, he seems to crumble.

“He reminds me of Roderick,” he confesses. “My brother. Hewas…just like him. Heedless. Reckless. Brilliant. And hurtling towardsdestruction with glee in his heart.” 

“He fell?” she asks, registering the raw grief in his voice.

He nods, the movement jerky. “And he needn’t have. ByMerlin, he needn’t have.”

He shoves to his feet with the barest of murmuredpleasantries and flees her rooms like a swiftly retreating tide.

She thinks of the way his complaints are always laced with“if he would but listen” and “if hecould pause just long enough to think”.She realizes in that moment that he both loves and hates Godric, fears for himin a way he abhors, longs to be accepted in a way he refuses to ask for, too waryto watch another good man die in a fate he has forseen but will not be heard.

He doesn’t speak to her for a week, a strange stiffformality between them, and she understands this is because he has admittedsomething he never wanted to. He is embarrassed and feeling weakened, and onething he will never stand for is appearing weak. 

He will come back though, she knows. He always does.

She waits.

The Coffeehouse AUcontinuation of half awake and almost there that has no name (Harry/Ginny, muggleAU)

“So tell me about election day,” Ginny said.

“It’s kind of hellish,” Harry admitted. “Everyone is tenseand pretending they aren’t, and Dad and I are just sitting in a box-like roomwhile everyone else runs around and pretends there is anything that can be doneat that point. Dad does what he can to keep my mom from losing her mind. And Ijust wait for someone to tell me what to do.”

“Sorry I can’t be there with you.”

He gave her a fervent look. “I wish you could be.”

She shrugged. “You should get me a job as a maid or something.I could go undercover.”

“White House barista?” he suggested.

She laughed. “I could get a black suit and stand aroundlooking uptight and pretend to be an agent.”

“I am notuptight,” came an indignant voice from outside the dressing room.

Harry let out a burst of laughter that quickly turned into agasp. “Fuck, Zabini,” he complained, looking down at the pin-wielding maniac.“Am I bleeding?”

Blaise seemed unmoved, continuing to adjust the cut of thepants. “Respect the couture, Potter, or get the needle.”

“You know I have agents, right?”

“Yes, yes,” he muttered around a pin in his mouth. “You’rereally fucking important. I’m terrified.”

Harry looked at Ginny. “My girlfriend can kick your ass.”

Ginny leaned back, kicking her feet up on the couch. “He’snot wrong.”

Blaise turned and appraised her for a moment. “I actuallykind of believe that.”

“Have I mentioned I have a gun?” the voice bellowed in fromthe hall again.

“Shut up, Sirius!” they chorused.

The grown-up Harryand Ginny being investigative badasses and accidentally time-travelling trope fic that has noname.

The ballroom is lit with thousands of floating candles, thelight refracting and flaring off the crystal chandeliers. Cheeky cherubs andserious-faced men in togas stare down at the elegantly dressed crowd as theymingle and dance. An orchestra plays somewhere, screened from view by charmsand wards lest the guests actually have to see the help.

It’s pretentious and overdone and dripping with insufferableself-importance.

Ginny moves through the space with ease for all that shedoesn’t enjoy it. It’s one of her greatest strengths after all, transformingherself from place to place, slipping in with barely a ripple. She’s had alifetime of practice at it.

Harry is not quite as at ease, she can tell, though hecovers it well enough that most people probably don’t notice. They are all toobusy whispering as they pass, his fame and mystery not having faded despite thedozen years since his final defeat of Voldemort.

Ginny presses her fingers gently into his shoulders, feelingthe bunched muscles there. He immediately relaxes, flashing her a charming grinthat never fails to make her feel like a weak-kneed schoolgirl. Not that helooks anything like the schoolboy he once was.

Tonight his robes are simple to the point of being severe, astyle that many have tried to imitate in recent years. They only billow enoughto hide whatever he may find useful at any given moment. A beard covers thelower half of his face, but does nothing to obscure his identity, easilydiscerned from his shaggy black hair, green eyes, and iconic glasses—thoughfinally upgraded a few years ago.

He manages to look impeccable and perfectly disheveled atthe same time, and she knows of fashion magazines that have spilled pages ofink trying to discover his secret and recreate it. Ginny wonders what theywould do if they realized he mostly just doesn’t try very hard—the absolutebare minimum needed to be accepted in the circles he mostly only travels in outof necessity.

Ginny, for her part, dresses with a bit more flash, meant todazzle and distract the eye. Which equally has its uses. It keeps attention offof Harry as much as possible, and reminds everyone that he is here as her plusone and not the other way around.

International Quidditch fame should be good for somethingafter all. How else would Harry Potter randomly end up at various houses of thewizarding elite throughout the European continent?

A fairly convenient arrangement, or so they have found thelast few years. Not that most people know that. Harry Potter, after all, isnotoriously devoted to his wife, happy to trail after her wherever she goes.Another point against him for some, almost as distasteful as his seeming lackof career or ministry ambitions.

Executing a series of lazy turns, Harry steers them towardsone corner of the dance floor, which according to her mental diagram of thebuilding, puts them right above the mysterious basement study.

Harry pulls her closer, slowing their pace down and lookingfor all the world as if the couple is enjoying a quiet out-of-the-way momenttogether.

“Feel that?” Harry says against her ear.

“Hmm,” she says. “I’m afraid that after being married thislong, it’s going to take a bit more than you merely holding me to get mefeeling something.”

He lets out a soft huff, his breath stirring the hairescaping down over her neck. That definitely doesn’t make her shiver.

“Normally I would gladly take that challenge,” he says, hishand spreading firm and warm across her back, “but we are on a bit of timecrunch here.”

“Pity,” she says, trailing a finger down the side of hisneck.

“Concentrate,” he says, even as his eyes seem to darken.

The end. Though not, because I also have a Leia-the-Jedi fic molderingabout. As well as a Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis fic. And a Lizzie Bennet/WilliamDarcy LBD fic. And, and, and, and…..

[bitemestaff]

Monsterclive - V2; Drabble 1

!!NSFW!!

Okay so I’m exhausted so this description won’t be long. This is in the second version of my Monsterclive verse - I’ve restarted the whole thing because I wrote myself into a corner, inspirationally, with the last one, and came up with a few more ideas with a friend about what sort of monster Clive could be (it’s Wendigo btw)

This fic is probably the closest I’ve ever come to writing Actual S.e.x without getting myself flustered beyond belief and while it doesn’t contain the actual act of interc.ourse, it does contain vore/gore of a manner, and is plenty suggestive enough to earn a good, healthy NSFW slapped onto it.

Yeah so... enjoy? Again I’m sorry but I am goddamn exhausted.

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If there was one thing that always, no matter what, came in handy, it was his ability to alter his form. His best, most convincing shapes were the 'Clive' that everybody knew, and his normal, taller, skinny inhuman one – but the lady that he'd started playing with the last few years... Now she definitely had earned her keep, so to speak.

With golden eyes and long, semi-curly brown hair, she was always a hit with most men; them being more eager for a night copulating with a pretty girl than paying attention to whether or not she was a good, safe person. A little danger seemed if anything to entice them, drawing them in so close that Clive barely had to work at all to eat them – they were so eager for it at that point that the effort needed was minimal.

Seedy bars turned out to be the best place to pick up prey, for her. Clive's common forms took more planning, more effort, but The Lady With The Golden Eyes needed no such care and caution. She was a common sight in bars – a mystery woman that came, enticed a man away, and returned a few weeks later to do it all again. She had a reputation as a maneater – in the way that referred to her having multiple sexual partners, of course, but in the other way it was just as accurate. Not that anyone was aware.

He – or rather, she, was in one such bar again tonight. With Hershel working late – another night spent in his office grading papers and such – Clive was able to stay out, able to don his oh-so-popular Lady shape and sashay into the latest seedy bar that he hadn't been seen in for ages.

The reactions upon him – her – entering the bar never ceased to please him.

The moment she walked in, she had attention. More than a few men had their attention held by something else, to be sure, but a good, easy number were focused on her. The first one brave enough to approach, was the one he decided to take that night. He was a fair size, shaggy copper-blond hair, dark eyes, and a build that wasn't actually half bad. Perhaps he just liked this bar. The company, the drinks, the atmosphere – she didn't care. All that mattered was getting him alone.

“Pretty thing like you don't often come to a place like this. You're not lost, are you?” The words sounded concerned but his tone sounded eager. Hopeful. He wanted her alone. She did too, but in an entirely different, more bloody way.

“I'm not lost. I know exactly where I am, and what I'm looking for.” She eyed him, then, half-smirking in that way that rarely failed to hook them in. “I can take care of myself, don't worry. You don't come to a place like this without knowing what to expect.” Layering it just right. The personality had to be just so, had to be tempting enough, or they'd wriggle free like a fish trying to loose itself from a hook.

He always hated the conversation. Comparatively, the Lady had it easy; all she had to do was sound enticing and as though she'd only come for a night in somebody else's bed – but he still hated having to wear the personality. It was much more fun as Clive, stalking through the night, keeping pace with their steps until they went somewhere quiet and alone, at which point he could strike and gobble them down, leaving nothing but a few bloodstains behind.

Still though – the Lady was made sure to sound convincing. Too shallow, and they'd lose interest and leave. It was like fishing, in that respect.

If you didn't hold the fish's interest, it would leave without biting. And he needed them to bite, so very badly.

He needed them to bite the Lady's hooks in the same way most fishermen did – to reel them in, and eat them.

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It had taken longer than usual – the time always varied, always changed from person to person in regards to how long they had to be teased and tempted before an offer was made, but eventually, offer they did. At first they'd clearly thought to get the Lady intoxicated, but a simple tease and quip was all that was needed to make them think that what they wanted, was all she'd come around for.

They wanted her in their bed, naked and all to themselves for a night of pleasure. Clive wanted something in a similar vein, except not in such a pleasant, consensual, erotic fashion.

“Mmh, now you are beautiful. Hard to believe that a girl like you ain't taken already.” The man lay in bed – his own bed in his own room he'd escorted the Lady there after they'd both decided to go somewhere more private – the Lady swaying about the room as she teased him with the notion of undressing.

“Well, I don't like being tied down. It's no fun to be trapped together with only one person. But tonight, that one person is gonna be you~” The Lady was good at what she did. The perfect tone, the perfect  words, the perfect teasing to get them all hot and bothered. All that was needed was a simple poke of magic and they all but begged to have her on top of them.

She moved slowly, shedding a few layers until she was in only her underclothes. The man was already ridding himself of layers himself – not completely, he was being some manner of gentlemanly and clearly letting the Lady lead. How nice of him~

“You have no idea how much I want you inside me~” She said, sliding up to rest on top of him – but the words were not meant in the manner the man would understand them. Here he was being completely, wholly honest. He very much wanted this man inside him. Literally. “I'm aching, and you're the one I picked to help me~” Soft words, trailing off – the man beneath not saying anything.

The Lady closed in, cuddling up against him. Clive wouldn't go too far, but he liked the foreplay of teasing his meals and winding them up before eating. It was just too much fun – he loved to play with his food.

Hands running up the ladies back, playing with a bra that wasn't technically there – a poke of magic made him stop, the hands remained but that was all that she wanted. Bodies running up against each other, warm skin against warm skin as they writhed together atop the bedsheets. Hands trailing over each other's bodies, tracing the curves and taking in the forms. It was little more than just playtime for Clive, but he could see the man winding – up and up and almost entirely away.

“I need you inside me, I need you to fill me up and make the aching go away~” Leaning away, guiding his hands to her belly and making them rub gently – the man didn't understand and at this juncture was too wound up to catch the true meaning. The man's reply was an affirmation, yes, yes, he would fill her up like no other man ever had, and internally Clive was laughing. This sort of play was his absolute favorite – he could never get this kind of hunting as his regular self.

It was always fun to let the Lady take the reins for a night.

The Lady leaned back in, the man's hands returning to their roaming and shifting across her form as she pulled in closer and closer – nipping at his neck, a simple burst of magic to muffle any sounds that might be louder than the room could hide and a bit into the man himself to make him feel like heaven itself had blossomed within his form; and Clive bit down.

The noise was fantastic – pain into pleasure; a spell that was always fun to let the Lady use; it kept struggling down and made his prey so eager to slip down his throat and coalesce as a quivering mass in his empty, waiting, aching belly.

“I need you inside of me so badly...” A voice that was still feminine, but now more monster than man. Clive's prey was in no state to respond beyond moaning in pleasure; every bite, every additional stripping of flesh making the man feel as though he was ascending. “Do you feel it? Every bite of flesh filling me up so perfectly?” One of the man's hands that was still intact, still able to feel – Clive pressed it against the belly that was slowly stretching taut, holding it there even as he continued to feed. His stomach was groaning and shifting inside him – eternally eager for more and more, happy to take this man's entire mass and hold it within itself. Belly stretched and soft and pressing against his prey, groaning and shifting with each additional mote of flesh that slipped inside – it wasn't long before blood loss took the man beneath the Lady, and Clive gave in to the eternal aching hunger. Sharp teeth tore into the body left behind, no longer a romantic partner and now simply a meal – mouthfuls of meat sliding down his throat to join the rest of him in Clive's stomach, swollen and groaning.

Bones gulped down too – his system that was capable of digesting every part of a body more than happy to be filled even more. The sheets were bloody, but if he wasn't feeling too bad the next morning he could simply wash it away with a good dose of magic.

For now, he simply lay back, curling up on the nice soft bed, hands rubbing gently up and down, back and forth, against the churning, gurgling stomach full to bursting with the man the Lady had just devoured.

“Look at that, you kept your promise... You said you'd fill me up, and you have – maybe not like no man ever has, but you're definitely worth a note. I hope you don't mind me borrowing your house, I-” A particularly loud gurgle from his stomach, and Clive brightened. “No? Good~ I need a shower before I go home, I think. Can't let Hershel catch wind of anything – clever clever man. I'd send him down to you, but well... I'm afraid he's too busy to make an appointment with me~” Quiet groaning of a stomach that was eager to work on it's contents, and Clive rubbed it more, before rolling onto his back, giving a yawn. “Maybe a rest first, though. You've gone and made me tired. Enjoy yourself in there – I certainly am~”

He would have to come up with an excuse about where he'd been all night, normally – but Hershel would have another class that morning, and wouldn't be home until that afternoon. Clive had more than enough time to rest off his most recent meal – the Lady would have to create her alibi, and without any trace of foul play, it would be as simple as just leaving and going someplace else for a while.

But for now... sleep. He could think more in the morning.

Another yawn, a healthy pat and rubbing of his stomach, and Clive was out like a light. It had been a good night – hopefully the next night he went hunting would be just as easy, and just as filling.

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Of Cats and Dogs

Pairing: Credence/Original Percival Graves

Summary: 

The next few days went like so:

1. Percival would wake up, and sneeze about twenty times. 2. He would go to work, sneezing about twenty more times. 3. He would spend much of the day practicing what he was going to tell Credence how this was his house, and he absolutely, positively, could not have a dog there. 4. But then Percival would go home, and Credence would be in a great mood, smiling and -- good god, since when did the boy blush so much? 5. And Percival would lose all determination until at least the next morning. 6. Rinse, and repeat.

Percival wondered if he could get Credence a cat that he might like just the same.

Cats were nice. Percival grew up with cats in his household. They were so quiet, clean, and well behaved compared to dogs.

Cats, Percival could identify with.

Why oh why couldn’t Credence have found a nice stray cat instead?

Note: Just some sunday Gradence fluff. More under the cut. If you enjoy this and want to check out more of my Gradence fics, my AO3 profile is on my blog. Enjoy! 

The first time Percival saw the mutt sitting on their doorstep, he had no qualms about shooing it away immediately.

“Go! Get out!” Percival lightly kicked the shaggy looking golden retriever, who had been curled up in a large ball on the doormat. The dog looked at Percival almost accusingly before it uncurled itself, shook itself off, and scampered away.

But the second time around, he only groaned.

He knew it was no use, considering Credence was already crouching over it -- petting it’s fur, and cooing at it.

The dog seemed equally receptive, it’s large tongue lapping up one of the sides of his face like it was a treat.

And yet -- Credence was smiling. He was genuinely beaming, which was a rare treat indeed.

That had to count for something, right?  

Percival almost disliked the way the sight seemed to pull at his heart strings. He almost resented the way it stirred some foreign feeling of affection that seemed to well up in his throat.

The key word being “almost” of course.

Because the truth of the matter was, the sight of that smile still made his shitty day at work somewhat less shitty.

And it was out of gratitude for this that Percival did not kick the dog away as he approached the doorway of their brownstone. Still, he did not make eye contact with Credence as he turned the knob of the front door and said, “Make sure that thing doesn’t go in the house.”

Credence actually whined, “But Mr. Graves, it’s cold outside tonight.”

“Can’t have dogs around me,” Percival mumbled in response. “You know. Allergies.”

It wasn’t a lie. Percival did have a slight allergy to dogs. Granted, it wasn’t such a heavy allergy that he couldn’t have put up with a few sneezes for one night, but Credence didn’t need to know that.

Imagine his dismay, then, when Percival found that he could not stop sneezing over the next few days.

“Credence, have you been hanging around that dog again?” Percival asked as calmly as he could one morning on his way out of the door.

Credence looked down at his shoes before muttering a “No…” that by all means screamed “Yes!”

Percival sighed deeply, but didn’t press the matter. They could discuss it later. He gave Credence a small kiss on the forehead, an action that honestly took them both by surprise. Credence blushed heavily, and Percival stepped back.

He wasn’t sure why he had done it.

If he had to guess, he’d say that he didn’t want to leave for work with Credence thinking he was mad at him.

Percival had come to learn from his Aurors, the ones who actually had families, that you should never leave home angry, or at least without reminding them you loved them, because you never knew if you might ---

Percival shook his head.

He was over thinking this, of course. He always over thinks everything -- it was kind of part of his job.

Above them, Percival’s keen ear picked up what appeared to be the sound of a scurrying rat -- but much heavier, like the footsteps of a very large dog. He looked up at the ceiling.

Suddenly, Credence grinned sheepishly.

“Have a nice day at work!” he exclaimed rather hurriedly, his voice cracking.

Percival raised an eyebrow at him, put on his jacket, and left.

The next few days went like so:

Percival would wake up, and sneeze about twenty times.

He would go to work, sneezing about twenty more times.

He would spend much of the day practicing what he was going to tell Credence how this was his house, and he absolutely, positively, could not have a dog there.

But then Percival would go home, and Credence would be in a great mood, smiling and -- good god, since when did the boy blush so much?

And Percival would lose all determination until at least the next morning.

Rinse, and repeat.

Percival wondered if he could get Credence a cat that he might like just the same.

Cats were nice. Percival grew up with cats in his household. They were so quiet, clean, and well behaved compared to dogs.

Cats, Percival could identify with.

Why oh why couldn’t Credence have found a nice stray cat instead?

But alas, it did seem as though Credence had formed a bond with this specific dog -- this dog that Percival could not help but have a specific distaste for.

One late hour, Percival could the faint echo of the boy crying from the other room. Percival had sprinted to him, his hand already on his wand, mind and emotion already going haywire with worry from his hard encoded paranoia.

And when he got there, he found Credence fitfully tossing and turning in the throes of what looked to be a nasty nightmare. Right on top of him, the mutt was pawing at him, although gently -- he appeared to be trying to wake him. The mutt looked over at Percival and let out a demure but sad whine.

Percival went over to Credence, trying to peel the dog off him, but the dog seemed determined to stick around. It leaped down off the bed, but it trotted over into a corner and settled there. Percival glared at it, in a way that said ‘I’ll deal with you later.’ He could already feel a sneeze coming on, but he refused to sneeze in front of the dog. He would not give it the satisfaction of knowing it had that power over him.

Anyway, Credence was still crying.

Percival bent down and grabbed Credence’s face, which was soaked in tears.

“Credence…” he said as he stroked a hand through Credence’s hair.

His voice had been quiet, but miraculously it seemed to be enough to calm him. Credence’s eyes opened slowly, his expression initially fearful. But as his eyes seemed to adjust to Percival’s face -- as Credence saw eyes that Percival could not have known seemed immensely concerned, and sad, and gentle -- Credence calmed.

Credence took steadying breaths before he whispered sleepily, “I dreamed you were dead, Mr. Graves.”

Percival's breath hitched.

He didn’t know what to say to that.

Somehow, he felt guilty. Like it were already true.

The typical answer to a child who states these kinds of fears to a parent is to say something along the lines of “that will never happen”, or “don’t be silly, I’m not going anywhere”.

But didn’t it almost just happen not that long ago - when Grindlewald almost ruined both their lives?

Could Percival ever in good conscious promise that it wouldn’t happen again?

Percival chewed on his lip a moment before sitting on the bed himself, and he pulled Credence closer to him. Credence nuzzled into his neck, and Percival tried to ignore the way the feeling of Credence’s breath warming his skin made him uncomfortably hard.

Rubbing soothing circles into one of Credence’s arms, Percival simply said, “Shhh...its's alright. I’m right here, love.”

Percival wanted to reassure Credence more than that, but he he couldn’t think of anything else that he could say with certainty. They had Grindlewald for now, yes, but it was hard to say how long that would last. And even besides the bastard, he had many other enemies.

Tends to happen when you're the director of security.

He stared at the dog in the corner who was staring back at him, seemingly sullen. He hated the fact that he might actually be burdening Credence with additional worries, but he dare not make any statements on what might happen in the future.

Percival just… didn’t want to make any promises he couldn’t keep.

Credence has already far too many of those.

It was an unusual day.

For once, Percival was the one staying home and Credence was out and about. Tina and Queenie had taken him out for a shopping date.

Well, technically they had invited Percival and Credence both, but Percival had the feeling that they had known Percival would reject said invitation, thank you very much.

Percival yawned as he stretched out on his favorite armchair, the ankles of his feet resting on his matching foot rest. Both bits of furniture were black, leather, and expensive, like much of his belongings. His reading glasses on, he picked up the paper that was on his coffee table and unfolded it, humming a song in his head, thinking about how he finally had some peace and --

There was a crash in the kitchen.

Because of course.

Percival sighed, put down the paper, and walked into the kitchen area.

The mutt was there, on the white tiled floor by the stove. In its mouth, it chewed on a perfectly good loaf of bread that had been snatched from the counter.

Damn thief.

Percival rolled his eyes, exasperation heavy in his tone, as he asked, “When are we going to finally cut out this little charade, hmm, Scamander?”

And suddenly Newt was standing in front of him, loaf in hand, still chewing on a chunk of bread.

“Sorry. Being an animagus is hard work, you know.” Newt paused to swallow the chunk he was chewing on. “I’m new to this, so it is for me...at least.”

Percival glared, entirely unamused.

“Why have you been following Credence around?”

Newt shrugged half heartedly, although Percival doubted that he was actually unsure of anything. Newt observed a bit of the wall behind Percival and just said, “I was in town. Just wanted to keep an eye on him, I suppose. See how he’s been doing.”

Percival huffed, leaning back against the sink.

“And you felt the need to stick around for weeks? You couldn’t have just asked? Done a coffee date?”

Newt looked down at the ground similar to the way Credence had not that long ago, suddenly very interested in his own shoes.

He didn’t answer. Realization dawned on Percival.

“You don’t trust me.”

It wasn’t a question.

It was logical, after all. Who could really blame him? Newt likely did not exactly have a great first impression of Percival, and he had been one of the naysayers when it came to the decision of whether or not Credence should move in with him. It should have been obvious, in hindsight.

Newt frowned, “It’s not so much that. Its just…” (Percival fought the urge to snap at him saying,“oh yes it is”) “…well Credence is very fragile. I just wanted to observe him to make sure he’s handling things alright.”

“Handling things alright?” Percival quipped, “What exactly are things? What do you think I’m doing with the boy?”

And Newt did actually make eye contact then, although the eyes seemed questioning. Percival was reminded of the first time he saw the dog and he had looked at Percival accusingly.

He had kind of suspected, then.

But that wasn’t the issue at hand here. Percival swallowed hard and then put on his best offended expression, suddenly feeling quite nervous.

“You think I’m -- good god, Scamander -- he’s 20 years younger than me!”

Newt said nothing, his eyebrows raising.

Percival could feel himself actually sweating, and he had no idea why. He could question some of the most dangerous dark wizards of their time at work, no problem. And yet here he was, sweating and shaking in front of fucking Newt Scamander.

“It’s no matter.” Newt said, finally breaking the tense moment. He grabbed another loaf of bread off the counter, the brazen bastard, and actually fucking smiled. “I see now that he’s in good hands. And, well, I mean…he is technically an adult, you both are. Can’t stop you even if I wanted to. I’ll be off, then.”

Newt nodded curtly, and quickly turned heel, his the tails of his blue trench coat whipping around.

But before he could walk out the back door, Percival stopped him.

“Scamander, wait.”

“Hmm?” Newt twisted his head around to look at Percival, who was now the one very interested in his own shoes.

“If anything were…” Percival cringed at what he had to say, but knew there likely was not going to be another private moment between them any time soon. “…if anything were to happen, to me, I mean…could you?”

He motioned up in the direction of Credence’s bedroom. Newt’s expression actually softened at that, and he almost resembled a dog once more. ”Of course, Percival.”

Percival glared at the use of his first name but said nothing more as Newt smiled and left the house.

He went back to his armchair, and groaned as he plopped back down on it, his emotions reeling.

The front door opened not long after, a chipper Credence walking through it with a handful of large shopping bags. Some of them appeared to be from a store he knew to sell pet supplies.

Percival sighed as he thought to himself:

He’s going to have to get the kid another dog -- isn’t he?

[writing-fanfic-things]

Party Animals (5SOS Cake Fanfic)

Party Animals

5 Seconds of Summer

Cake (Calum Hood and Luke Hemmings)

2,773 Words

I leaned casually against the bar top, a small smile lighting up my face as the lights of the club around me jumped with the music. It was easy to lose yourself in the middle of a huge party, the bodies around you consuming your every last thought until all you could do was dance. Of course, sometimes the bodies around you decided to try to pull you in with them, their intentions always clear from the way their hands traveled a little too far down and the flirty smile that never seemed to change, no matter what face it was plastered across.

Knocking the last shot on the bar top down my throat, I stepped away from the corner I had just glued myself to and threw myself back into the moving bodies. It wasn’t easy navigating your way through such a tight space, but one thing that was easy was finding my best friend’s blue head peaking above the crowd. I shoved my way past people, not caring about the amount of party fouls I caused with split drinks. At this time in the morning everyone still here was too plastered to care.

I finally burst through the last stretch of people to be slammed against Michael’s back, causing him to let out a very unmanly screech and whirl on me. “God damnit, Luke! For the last time you cannot keep doing that!”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of my lips. “Do I make you uncomfortable, Mikey?” I flashed him a lopsided smile, the liquor running through my system upping my game tremendously. Which is saying a lot, since I still didn’t know how to properly flirt.

“Shut the fuck up, you pansy.” Michael rolled his eyes before they latched onto a girl slightly to his left. She was grinding against another girl, throwing her hair over her shoulder as gracefully as she could without spilling her drink. Michael glanced sideways at me, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “I think I’m in love.”

I scoffed, “If I had a dollar for every time you said that in a club I’d have enough money to support your hair dye addiction.” Michael paused, taking what I said into consideration before nodding his head in agreement.

I jerked forward as I felt a large hand slap into the middle of my back just before a shaggy head popped up in my peripheral vision. “Dude, this party is fucking sick! I am so glad Cal dragged us out of the hotel for this.” Ashton sighed blissfully, tilting his beer back to drain the last of it in one swallow.

The sound of Calum’s name immediately dropped my mood by 200 percent. It wasn’t the man himself that pulled out the depressed teen in me, though. It was my own fault, really. I was the one who continues to let myself stay up at night, my thoughts preoccupied with how glorious it would be to see my pale hand slide across that perfectly-tanned skin of his, possibly even glistening with sweat that we could work up doing some…interesting activities.

“Damn it, Luke.” Michael’s amused voice snapped me out of my thoughts and he couldn’t contain the laugh that bubbled out of him as he watched the blush bloom across my cheeks. Michael was the one person I had actually indulged my deep little fantasies to, and ever since then he wouldn’t let up on the teasing. All in good heart, of course. Michael shook his head lightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes that gave me an uneasy feeling. “Why don’t you just fuck the boy already?”

I choked on my spit about the same time that Ashton choked on his beer. His head swiveled towards me, making me freeze and shoot a glare towards Michael. “Luke, what the hell? You’re crushing on someone and you didn’t tell me?” He threw his hands up in exasperation, smacking some girl’s beer all over her without even noticing. “And you told Michael. Of all people, you choose Michael Clifford.”

“Hey!” Michael shoved said boy, glaring at him. “If anything he made the right decision in telling me because I’ll actually help him get the damn guy instead of talking about his feelings.” He rolled his eyes so hard I had to laugh at the two.

I sighed, placing my hand on Ashton’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t even call it a crush, Ash. Nothing to get worried about.”

Michael snorted, holding his beer in front of his mouth like that would hide the smirk plastered there. “It’s a little bit of a crush, but more sexual fantasies than anything.” Ashton laughed along with Michael, at least having the decency to throw me an apologetic glance when he saw my cheeks flare red.

“Did I hear sexual fantasies? God knows I star in a lot of those.” I jumped as Calum came up behind me and threw his arm around my shoulder, giving the girl to his left a suggestive glance.

Michael choked; literally choked on his spit so hard he had to bend over with his hands on his knees, coughing and laughing and sputtering while his face turned a beet red from lack of oxygen. I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest and raising my eyebrows. Luckily, the blush that was now spreading to my neck could easily be explained away with the alcohol if Calum were to ask.

Calum’s attention was dragged to Michael when the little fucker continued to laugh away at his little inside joke. Cal raised one eyebrow, smirking slightly and tilting his head. “What the hell is wrong with him?”

Ash clapped his hand on Michael’s back, causing the younger boy to jerk up and his hysterical laughing to simmer down to small chuckles. His eyes sparkled with humor as he watched me shift a little under Calum’s arm. Ashton shook his head before glancing at Calum. “We were just talking about how Luke has a crush and decided to tell Michael, out of all of us.”

I averted my eyes when Calum rounded on me with a wounded look on his face. “Dude, why didn’t you tell us?” I shrugged, causing Calum’s arm to fall off of my shoulders and let me shift slightly away from him as I started to internally panic.

Michael noticed my discomfort and did what he does best: embarrass the absolute shit out of me. “Well, Luke’s not sure he’s his type. I mean, he just doesn’t really want to make things awkward if he were to make a move.”

Calum rolled his eyes while tipping his head back to down another drink of the beer in his hand. “Lucas, how many times do we have to tell you that you’re a catch for you to believe it?” I rolled my eyes back at him, shoving him as an excuse to get him further away from my still-spreading blush.

Michael glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. My stomach flipped, knowing I wasn’t ready for whatever the hell was about to come out of the dumbass’ mouth. “Why don’t you prove it?”

Calum raised his eyebrows curiously, tilting his head to shake his hair out of his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Well, the guy is here.” That made Calum’s head swivel, surveying the room around him, presumably looking for someone that was my type. I even had to chuckle at the irony of that one. “Why don’t you show him how much of a catch he is? Dance with him. Make sure the point gets across.”

I choked, my eyes widening as I whirled on Michael to give him my full-forced glare that I reserved just for the little shit. He shrugged, smirking widely at me and wiggling his eyebrows playfully. Calum squinted a little, his grip tightening on his cup. “Why don’t one of you do it?”

Ashton rolled his eyes at that one. “Maybe because you’re bisexual? And Michael and I are straight?”

“You sure about that?” I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest sassily. “I seem to remember a drunken Mashton having a moment in their hotel room the other night.”

Michael blushed, scooting a foot from Ashton, causing the other boy to giggle. “I was DRUNK.”

“They’ve always said a person shows their true colors when they’re intoxicated.” Calum grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Sure you’re not ready to join the dark side with us? It’s kind of fun over here.”

Michael made a disgusted face, his blush still spreading down to his neck. “Why don’t you go grind on Luke’s ass and make his man-crush jealous. Leave me alone.” He huffed, taking a swig of the beer still in his hand while giving me the evil eye from the side. I just smiled innocently and enjoyed watching him squirm for once.

Calum passed his beer to some random passerby before hooking his hand in the crook of  my elbow and dragging me a few feet from the boys. I looked over at him, confused and slightly startled. He smiled at me, if not a little bashful, and shrugged. “Michael has a point. There’s no better way to make someone see what they have until they’re threatened with losing it.”

I raised my eyebrows, looking at him skeptically as he hesitated for only a moment before pulling me flush against his body. “And you’re going to be the one to make him feel threatened?” It was an ultimate struggle to pretend that I didn’t feel Cal’s chest tighten under my hands as his own hands slid around my waist.

He shrugged again, giving me a slightly offended look. “What, you don’t think I would be a threat to him? Is he more attractive than me or something?” As if he was seriously irked by the thought, his voiced lowered dangerously towards the end of his question as his arms flexed when he tensed, as if waiting for me to tell him he was the ugliest person I had ever seen.

I shook my head, my heart racing as my mind tried to scramble for a way to dispel this thought of his without letting on to just how attractive I know he is. “No no, that’s not what I meant. I just meant that he won’t think you’re a threat because someone like you would never actually go for someone like me.” Well, that came out a lot more depressing than I had originally intended.

One of Cal’s hands left my waist to tangle into the hair at the nape of my neck as his body started moving against mine. My own body responded in kind, mostly out of instinct. I had officially made it to the point where I can no longer ignore his muscular, perfectly tanned body pressed so close to mine I was surprised I hadn’t lost my mind yet. “Like I said before, you’re a catch and anyone would be lucky to catch your attention.” His sentence didn’t even register in my mind because I was too focused on the light tugging of his hand in my hair and the way his body rolled effortlessly against mine. The blush was spreading back up my neck and into my cheeks. I swirled my body to press my back against his front because it was absolutely the only way I could hide just how much this was turning me on. His hand had released my hair when I spun but stayed suspended in air, and when I rested my back against his front it found its new home at the base of my neck; not choking, just resting gently so that his thumb grazed my jawline.

I happened to glance up and catch Michael’s eye from where we had left the other boys 20 feet away. His mouth was slightly open, more out of amusement than shock as he watched my hips work against Calum’s. The look he gave me tipped me off to the fact that he knew I wouldn’t be able to pass up this opportunity if it was put in front of me, which is precisely why he presented it to me. I discreetly flipped him off and he put his beer back in front of his lips to hide his smirk. It only took one glance to Mikey’s left to see Ashton staring at Calum and I, then his gaze flickered to Michael, and then to watch as realization dawned on his face. He smacked Michael’s arm, looking wildly between the three of us as he connected the dots and figured out for himself who was staring in my sexual fantasies.

My focus was pulled from my other bandmates when I felt Calum’s lips brush against my skin where my neck met my left shoulder. I was equally startled at the fact that his lips were there as I was at the fact that his lips could reach so easily, considering I have a couple inches on his height. His other hand snaked around my waist to press himself even closer to my back, still flawlessly moving to the beat of the song. The hand resting on the base of my neck inched up to cup my jaw to nudge my cheek so that the side of my face was inching more and more towards his own face. I brought one of my arms up to wind behind me to let my fingers curl into his hair, causing his lips to open just a fraction as I yanked. Cal smirked, pushing on the front of my waist and grinding sinfully into my ass. My head fell back on his shoulder and rolled, every thought I had of not letting on how turned on I was flying out the window as soon as I felt Calum’s own arousal making an appearance against me.

His voice was thick when I felt his lips brush against my ear. “I think we’re really selling it. If he’s not jealous at this point, then he’s not in his right mind.”

I groaned, not even bothered at the fact that he was still in the mind frame that we were doing this for someone else. I grabbed one of his arms and pulled, causing him to stumble until he was in front of me rather than behind. Every ounce of my shy nature evaporated as the lust that I have been bottling away for this beautiful man came spilling out of every pore of my body. One hand still in his hair, I pulled up to my full height and pulled his head back to brush my nose against his. His eyes were startled and his pupils blown wide as my other hand caught him by the back of the neck and I pressed every inch of my body against him, trapping his hands between our chests. “I know one thing that may drive him absolutely crazy.”

“What?” He was breathless now, his fingers unfolding against my chest and reaching up to grab onto my broad shoulder for dear life.

Through my lust-filled haze, I had a moment of clarity. Only a moment. If I kissed Calum, there was no going back. Whether or not he thought we were doing this for someone else, there is a line you do not cross with your friends. Dancing with one in an attempt to make someone jealous is one thing; making out with your best friend is on an entirely different playing field.

The moment passed, and I threw all caution to the wind as I leaned down that extra inch and finally brushed my lips against the object of my desires for as long as I can remember. Calum responded without hesitation, his arms winding around my neck to pull me down even farther, pressing our lips even tighter together. My lips opened on instinct, inviting Cal in and he took the invitation faster than I could register. Before I knew what was happening he had me pressed against the nearest wall he could find and his plump lips were making their way down my throat in such a hungry manner I was stunned.

Little did I know that Calum had recently admitted to Michael that he was just as hungry for me as I was for him, and Michael had been simply lying in wait for an opportunity to shove us together so we would both stop whining to him about being sexually frustrated over the other.

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Hello! First off I wanted to say that I absolutely love this blog and second can you do Prompt 20 for Noctis? Monster, Werewolf?

THANK YOU SO MUCH!

AND YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! WEREWOLVES ARE LIFE.

Prompt: #20 - Person A (Noctis) loses control.

Monster: Werewolf

Noctis and I were captured by imperial soldiers while we were on the road to visit Hammerhead, and now we were inside one of the maximum security prisons. Noctis was pacing around as he tried to get him mind off of the full moon that was about to bare her presence to him and all of the other werewolves of the world. His pale skin was dotted with sweat and most of his jacket and shoes were thrown in the corner.

Normally, he would be fine and calm during the full moons, but tonight was a super moon, and he never experience that once until now. He’s been a little harsh the past few days and he keeps saying he has this awful feeling of dread right over his head.

He grabbed on to his hair and pulled on it as he tried him best to stay calm. He was getting pale and I saw his eyes start to flicker between his normal dark blue eyes to a full neon red. His nails were turning dark as they threatened to grow into longer claws than the last time he transformed, his teeth wanting to follow as well.

I was sitting on the floor and watched him. I was helpless with this. I didn’t know anything about werewolves with super moons. Regular moons, yeah. But not these.

As I was about to open my mouth, the vents started to seep white clouds. Noctis dropped to his knees and wheezed and yelled in pain. I ran to him and held him in my arms and rubbed his back.

“Stay back!” he growled as he tried to push me away, but he just gripped his neck and started coughing harshly.

“Noctis, what’s wrong? What is this stuff?” I asked as I looked up at the clouds above us.

“Wolfs….bane,” he wheezed as fell to his side. He yowled in pain and clutched his ears as his boots started to pop off, revealing his shifting feet. “That… noise,” he cried before he let out a loud roar that sent me back.

I covered my mouth as I watched him twist and turn, as his back violently crunched up, as his legs snapped in different directions, as he formed into this.. monster. He was bigger and more terrifying than his usual form. Most of his fangs were handing out of his dripping muzzle, his claws were longer, and his black fur was a shaggy mess while his eyes were a blood red.

The lights started flickering and Noctis grabbed his head and yowled once more before he started ramming against the metal wall. After a few good smashes, he leaped out and ran into the darkness as bells and alarms started going off.

“Noctis?” I whispered as I watched him run off into the woods.

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27 - Shinsou

Kaori Shinsou has always been fascinated by people’s minds. She is one of the best students in her Criminal Psychology course at U.A. and - being the lucky girl she is - her professor is not only one handsome dude, but is also working on the case of the serial killer Stain - a case that has been going on for years. As she is about to become Professor Aizawa’s TA during the next term, a lot of other interesting cases start popping up all over the country…

So come on honey, blow yourself to pieces

(Lykke Li - Youth Knows No Pain)

"I just don't know, Hana. He was being really weird the entire week and I just don't get it." Kaori Shinsou told her friend. Uehara gave her a pensive look as she was chewing on her pen.

Actually, they had met to do assignments and cram for the exams at the end of the term. But it had quickly started to become a discussion about Aizawa acting weird towards... well, kind of everyone, but especially towards Kaori. And she didn't like it one bit. She was honestly upset by it.

"It is really unsettling. I got so used to the two of you just chatting away and now it's like the whole atmosphere in the class has changed. And I hate how much Nishiyama gets off on it, too." Uehara said with a frown.

"I know. She's the worst. You know what she said to me while I was queuing to pay for my lunch yesterday?"

"What did she say?"

"Looks like your grades are gonna drop, now that the professor broke up with you. Too bad it's so close to the exams." Kaori said, mocking Nishiyama's high-pitched voice and posh accent. Uehara chuckled a little and shook her head in disbelief. If there was someone they both hated, it was Nishiyama.

"She really needs to get a life. I swear, I can't stand seeing her face on a good day." Uehara mumbled.

"Same. I mean, what also really, really annoys me is how she assumes that I'm fucking Aizawa. Like how did that stupid thing even start? Why does everyone think that?" Kaori complained. Uehara just shrugged, even though she could think of a few reasons why people would think that.

"I can't even focus on studying with everything that's going on. Like, it really bothers me how cold Aizawa has gotten all of a sudden. And Nishiyama being a bitch on top of all that? I can't do it, Hana. It's wearing me down." Kaori admitted and started massaging her temples with a frenzied look in her eyes. Uehara raised an eyebrow and got out her phone, quickly typing something.

"Look, don't worry about it. I'm sure Aizawa's just stressed or something. It'll be fine. Maybe he wants to avoid giving off the impression that you two are too close, with the exams around the corner, you know?" Uehara said.

"I just don't know, Hana. From what I've gathered he should be less stressed at the moment, with Stain caught and everything. I don't know, maybe I'm overlooking something here. It sucks." Kaori replied.

"I get it, babygirl. It really does suck. Are you still going to be his TA next term?" Uehara asked. Kaori sighed, feeling a little better, though. Uehara had this habit of calling her friends 'babygirl' and while Kaori pretended not to hear it, she absolutely loved it when Uehara called her that.

"I think so. As far as I know the application's through and official. I don't know how I'll survive that term honestly." Kaori said and rested her head on the opened text book that was lying on the table.

"Maybe you can ask him what's up when you're his TA or something." Uehara suggested. Kaori groaned.

"But that's such a long time! And the exams are right in the middle of it. Please tell me, how I can possibly write an exam worthy of what I'm capable of when I can't stop thinking about why Aizawa's being a total asshole right now?" she wondered melodramatically. Kaori chuckled.

"Oh, come on. He's not really being an asshole. He's just being less friendly with you." Uehara remarked.

"Yeah, but that's the thing. We were on really good terms and all, but all of a sudden - and nothing weird has happened or anything - he's all cold to me. And I know he's my professor and I'm just a student and all that jazz, but I'd just like an explanation on why he did a 180 on me."

"Yeah, it is kind of weird."

"Plus, the thing is, I absolutely cannot focus on anything when things are like this. Which means of course my grades will plummet. And that means that Nishiyama will think I'm right and may start some weird crusade to get me out of the course." Kaori added. In addition to her insomnia this whole story had been causing her to lose even more sleep and she was starting to get paranoid.

"How would she get you out of the course with that?" Uehara asked. Kaori shrugged. She felt miserable.

"Well, she could use it as an argument that Aizawa and I are having an affair - which is not the case - and that would mean he'd either have to resign, give up the whole course or I have to be transferred. And out of those three options, I think we all know which one is the least troublesome."

"Did... did you look up school policy on that?"

"Yup." Kaori said, suddenly realising that she had let her guard down just there. Uehara smiled a little.

"Oh. My. God. So I was right all along? You do have a thing for Aizawa?" she wanted to know. Kaori sighed. There was no point in keeping it quiet anymore anyway. Time to come clean.

"Yeah, of course. He's hot. He's smart. He just has this classy air about him. I want him to bend me over a desk and fuck me until I see stars." Kaori admitted and buried her face in her books. Uehara gave her a surprised look, while Kaori felt like she might as well just die from embarrassment and humiliation.

"Wow. That was unexpected. Like I knew you liked him, but that was... wow." Uehara said. Kaori lifted her head a little.

"Yeah, well, now you know. Just kill me now."

"Shit, you're in deep, huh?"

"It sure seems so."

Kaori sighed and buried her head in her hands again. This whole situation was really frustrating and she just didn't know what to do. Peeking through her fingers she saw Uehara smile at her phone.

"Well, I think I've got something to take your mind off it." she said when she looked up again. Kaori raised an eyebrow. Her eyes looked terribly bloodshot, her face was pale and there were dark circles under her eyes.

"What do you have for me?" she wanted to know. From the grin on Uehara's face Kaori knew it had to be something pretty good.

"Well, Takami's downstairs waiting with a little something." Uehara answered smiling. Kaori had to think for a second before she knew what Uehara meant. Once she realized it, a smile crept on her face.

"Let's not keep him waiting then." Kaori said and got up from the table. She knew she wouldn't be able to focus on any studying right now. It was 1 am and the little something that Takami was bringing had to be weed.

Kaori didn't smoke a lot, but she did from time to time. It didn't have much of an effect on her, but it was able to calm her down and it even helped her sleep when she needed it. Maybe this was exactly what she needed. Plus, since they had finished third year the school had stopped doing random drug tests.

"That's the spirit." Uehara replied and quickly put on a pair of shoes. Kaori quickly knocked at Hitoshi's door.

"Hey, Toshi, we're heading out for a bit." she said. Out of the room came a muffled sound. Kaori grabbed her set of keys and went out of the door, Uehara quickly following her. They made their way down the stairs. When Kaori opened the front door, Takami was standing right in front of them with his shaggy, blond hair and in his pilot jacket. He gave the two girls a big grin.

"Just outside or on the roof?" he asked them. Kaori smiled widely and gave him a tight hug. Takami seemed a little taken aback by that, but he wasn't going to complain. As Kaori let go of him, she realized how much she needed that hug.

"Roof. Let's go. You wanna stay over for some burgers? We can order some takeout." Kaori said and waved him inside the house. The three of them made their way up the stairs that led to the roof. The night was pretty cloudy and the air was hot and heavy. It would probably rain any second.

"So, Hana tells me you brought a little something?" Kaori asked. Takami grinned and nodded. He pulled out a joint from the inside pocket of his jacket and held it up to Kaori's face.

"Hana told me you needed to chill out for a bit." Takami replied with a grin and produced a lighter.

"I absolutely do. Who'll do the honours?" Kaori said. Takami handed her the joint and lighted the tip of it.

"The stressed girl should be doing the honours." Uehara commented with a grin. Kaori took a drag of the joint, deeply inhaling the smoke and passing the joint on to Takami. Once he had taken it, she started coughing. The smoke always irritated her lungs, no matter how much she tried to get used to it.

"You okay?" Takami asked as he passed on the joint to Uehara.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Kaori answered, her voice sounding strained.

"So what's got you so upset that Uehara had to call me up at 1 am for some weed?" Takami wanted to know. Kaori sighed.

"I'm just a little frustrated. Can't really focus on studying or on my assignments. I don't know." she replied.

"Is this about Aizawa?" Takami asked, as he handed her the joint. She took a long drag and looked up into the sky.

"How the hell did you hear about that?"

"People talk around school. Or is it the job?"

Kaori sighed, as Takami took the joint off her again. What was she supposed to tell him? It really was a mix of both. Sure, Aizawa was weighing on her mind, but being away from work for the whole week after the Stain incident was making her nervous, too. She felt like she was missing something.

"It's both, really. I don't know, it's like I've been on edge for so long and now something is missing and it's frustrating and at the same time Aizawa's being weird without a reason, it's just.. I don't know." she told Takami, somewhat feeling the onset of the high. Weed never did too much to Kaori, it really just relaxed her. Takami was the same at this point, his tolerance had gone up a lot. Uehara was the one to watch out for, if she had only a little bit too much, she went completely non-verbal for a while.

"Well, if you want my two cents... it's all gonna be fine in the end. Everyone's stressed with exams and all, after that things will surely be alright again." Takami said, handing the joint back to Kaori. It was what he always said when they were smoking together (which wasn't that often), but it was strangely calming to Kaori when she was high. Everything will be alright.

"Thanks, Takami. That... that was a really nice thing for you to say." Kaori replied and leaned back, looking up into the night sky, the thick clouds slowly drifting across it, illuminated by the lights of Hosu City. If Kaori had slept enough and her eyes hadn't been that dry there would have been tears rolling down her cheeks right now. With her eyes as dry as they were, it was just really nice to feel them watering up with tears.

"Oh shit, what the fuck is this?" Uehara swore and held out her hands with the palms up. It took Kaori a while to realize what she meant, but there were thick raindrops falling down on them and they were getting more and more by the second. Kaori was relishing the feeling of rain on her face. It felt more intense than usual. And it was really relaxing. She didn't want to leave, but Takami and Uehara were already scrambling up their stuff to go back inside. At least they had managed to finish the joint.

"Hey, hey, Shinsou, you coming or are you letting yourself get washed off the roof?" Takami shouted. She looked over at him.

"Feels kinda nice to be in the rain. But I guess I'll come in with you." Kaori replied with a smile, before slowly getting up.