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chelsfic · 5 years ago

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Hunter’s Heart - Din Djarin x OFC - Mandalorian Fanfic

Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Summary: Instead of finding a child the Mandalorian discovers his quarry is a young woman. The girl has been held captive and abused and she claims not to know why she’s being sought by every bounty hunter in the galaxy. Din knows she’s lying but for the first time he can remember he feels doubt about finishing a job.

A/N: If you get major Firefly vibes from this plot, that’s because I am definitely flashing back to my Jayne/River shipping days as I write this. I love that Din is the fierce, strong bounty hunter who’s secretly soft and I just couldn’t get the idea of being one of his bounties out of my head. So here we are… If you like this fic and you’d like to be tagged in it just let me know!

Warnings: Mentions past non-con

Rating: General for now

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The Mandalorian freezes as he takes in the image before him. He’d been expecting maybe a grizzled ex-warlord or a hardened syndicate criminal. Instead the quarry that’s caused all of this grief appears to be a…girl. A young woman. It’s difficult to judge her age. She’s slight, thin, weak-looking. She’s been chained to a wall and, if the bruises and abrasions on her skin are any indication, clearly abused. In all his years of hunting, Din has never felt a moment’s hesitation or a second’s doubt about his actions. He takes in criminals, they do their time, take their punishment, and he gets paid. He’s a necessary link in the chain. Not good. Not bad. Necessary.

Today he pauses.

The droid doesn’t.

The IG unit raises its blaster arm to take aim at the girl who is visibly quaking in fear. Din has no qualms shooting the droid. Killing isn’t part of the arrangement he made with the client. Alive. He is bringing this bounty in alive.

The droid drops to the floor, smoke rising from the hole in its central processor made by Din’s blaster. He watches the girl flinch at the sound of impact, but she doesn’t look up. Her face is pointed away from him and she’s huddling into the wall as if hoping to somehow fade into the plaster and avoid notice. The muscles in her shoulders and arms twitch as she crouches there, hugging herself and purposely not looking at the intimidating bounty hunter.

Din is momentarily at a loss for words. Normally this would be the point where he addresses the quarry by name, confirms the bounty and locks them in a pair of binders. But he doesn’t know this girl’s name, or why exactly there’s a price on her head, and she doesn’t look like she can stand let alone try to escape from him. He clears his throat, a rare sign of discomfort that’s at least distorted by the helmet.

“Can you get up?” he asks. It’s uncharacteristic. He should command her to get up and come quietly.

The chains rattle as the girl shakes her head furiously and curls into herself even more. He’s encountered plenty of fear in his career as a bounty hunter. It comes with the job title. But he’s never been…bothered by it before. This job really is cursed. Something just isn’t right here. Why do they want this harmless looking woman?

Din steps forward, kneeling down to get a look at her face through the tinted visor of his helmet.

“Hey,” he says, reaching out as if to grasp her shoulder before thinking better of it and letting his gloved hand drop, “I’m not going to hurt you unless you give me a reason to, okay? But you have to come with me now.”

She blinks and he watches as fat tears spill over her cheeks. A string of expletives march through his thoughts but he stays silent and watches her in a way he knows people find unnerving. The girl looks up at him, not quite succeeding in meeting his gaze but getting it close enough. She inhales shakily before speaking in a voice cracked from disuse, “Where are we going?”

Din nearly sighs in relief and reaches out to begin working on her chains as he replies, “Back to my ship.”

The girl still looks wary but she rises on shaky legs and holds her hands out for him to cut through the chains with one of his tools. He wonders if she realizes who and what he is. If she even knows that there’s a price on her head. He can’t believe he’s letting this girl’s looks get to him like this. He’s seen plenty of bounties who looked the part of the innocent. What is different about this one?

As the chains fall away he makes up his mind to be more practical. He takes a pair of binders from his utility belt and watches as the girl shrinks from him with a look of dread on her face.

“No, no, please… No more restraints!” her eyes dart wildly around the room like a spooked animal. He wonders how long she’s spent in chains.

Din grabs a wrist and pulls her in until he’s leaning into her personal space and the girl is visibly cringing away from him.

“If I leave you unbound are you going to come quietly? No escapes. No running.”

She twists her arm attempting to dislodge his grip. The Mandalorian tightens his fingers just enough to hint at pain without actually causing her any injury. Seeing the futility of the effort she gives up and nods in defeat.

“I won’t run away,” she whispers, her head hangs down in submission. “I just don’t want anything else around my wrists.”

He releases his grip and watches as she gingerly rubs each wrist. They’re red and raw from the tight chains. Din feels a flash of guilt that’s entirely ridiculous. He quickly squelches it as he starts to make mental calculations for their extraction plan. It’s a long trek back to the Razor’s Crest and the girl doesn’t have any shoes. He looks her up and down and she shivers under the impenetrable tinted gaze of his visor. She’s dressed in a threadbare beige tunic and dirty leggings. No jacket either.

Din sighs and turns toward the blasted doorway, motioning her to follow, “Come on.”

Outside the courtyard of the compound is littered in bodies. Din eyes each form, sizing them up until he finds a little guy who’s close enough to the girl’s proportions. He bends over him and dispassionately strips the brown tactical jacket from his shoulders, tossing it in the girl’s direction, and then tugs the shoes from his feet.

“Put these on,” his voice is entirely unreadable thanks to the voice modulator.

The girl looks up at him with wide eyes and a doubtful expression. She picks up the jacket, holding it at length between two fingers and wrinkles her nose at it, “There’s blood on this…”

The Mandalorian just stares at her for a long moment completely motionless before he finally states, “Beggars can’t be choosers. Put it on. And the shoes. We have a long walk to my ship.”

She tugs the boots on first and is surprised by how well they fit. They’re not the most comfortable, especially without socks, but her feet have already started to burn on the sun-scorched packed earth of the courtyard. She glances up at the bounty hunter with a look of gratitude that may as well have been aimed at a rock for all the reaction she gets. She straightens and pulls the jacket on over her shoulders with a look of distaste but she’s at least glad for the protection from the harsh sun.

“Let’s move,” Din commands, striding ahead of her and expecting her complete obedience. He’s not worried about keeping her in his sight. Her short legs and weak condition would make it too simple to catch her if she decides to run.

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They’ve been walking for about an hour when the Mandalorian stops suddenly and she sees his helmet slowly swivel to the side as he takes in their surroundings. She can’t see his expression but his sudden tension is telegraphed by his wary stance and she freezes in place behind him, holding her breath in sudden fear.

The form springs out at him from a shadowy crevice in the canyon wall, leaping from above and immediately engaging in combat while two others appear from nowhere and surround him. The girl drops to the dirt at the first sign of conflict and starts frantically shuffling away from the danger, taking refuge behind a boulder. She watches as her captor takes on all three bounty hunters with efficient, powerful movements that make it clear that even three Trandoshans are no match for one Mandalorian warrior. He takes them down one at a time until there’s only one desperate hunter left. The Trandoshan races toward her hiding place and she flinches with the familiar anticipation of pain but it never comes. Instead he’s vaporized by a shot from the Mandalorian’s rifle just before he comes within reach of her.

Din bends over his fallen foe and picks up the familiar looking tracking beacon. He feels a flare of annoyance with Greef Karga. How many damn beacons did he give out? He finds himself once again staring at the small woman cowering beneath the canyon wall. Her long, brown hair is tied back from her face but he can tell it’s stringy with sweat and grime. Her thin arms are covered in bruises and cuts. Why does the client want her so badly? Who is she? What is she?

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They keep walking as the sun falls in the sky. Din knows the girl is getting tired. Every now and then she stumbles and has to catch herself to stay upright. It’s nearly nightfall when they come upon a small watering hole with some decent sized rocks for cover. When the girl sees the water she skips ahead, clearly relieved and thirsty.

“Wait!” Din commands. He catches up to her with his measured, unhurried strides. The girl is standing at the edge of the water and looking up at him with an almost pleading expression. “We have to test the water first to make sure it’s potable.”

She nods her head at his sensible words and waits as he dips a small device into the water and watches the display. A small light turns green and the Mandalorian nods wordlessly at her. She falls to her knees and dips her hands in the water, cupping them and drinking. The sun has warmed the water but it’s clean and refreshing and she nearly moans in relief as she drinks her fill. When she’s had enough she dunks her whole head, scrubbing her face and running her fingers through her dirty hair. She can’t remember the last time she’s been allowed to use a refresher to bathe but this feels positively luxurious. When she’s through washing her face and arms she sits back and notices the Mandalorian just standing over her.

The soulless helmet stares back at her and she feels a shiver run down her spine. She’d seen the way he incapacitated those other hunters in the canyon. He’s strong and deadly and he is now in charge of her fate. She‘s frightened of angering him but she feels the words bubble up to her lips anyway, “Aren’t you going to have some water?”

He lets an unnerving moment of silence pass before answering, “No.”

The girl’s brow furrows in confusion at his answer. They’ve been walking through the desert for hours, he must be thirsty…

“Aren’t you thirsty?”

“I can’t remove my helmet in front of another living being,” his voice comes out irritated and she feels herself subconsciously flinch away as if expecting to be hit for her insolence. Din doesn’t miss the reaction and he sighs wearily, “I told you I wouldn’t hurt you.”

She’s silent for a while, contemplating his words. He has not hurt her or shown any sign that he wishes to…but it must be an act, surely? She can’t remember a time before fear and pain and captivity. She’s never met a person who didn’t wish to harm her in some way to get her to do what they wanted. She keeps a watchful gaze on the bounty hunter as he settles down on the ground and leans his back up against a boulder. She can’t read anything from his mask and that frightens her more than anything. She can always tell when one of her jailers is about to strike out at her and she’s able to prepare herself for the blow. But this man is a mystery.

It’s been so long since she’s been allowed to speak, though. Now that she’s started the words keep coming.

“Why can’t you take off your helmet?”

“I’m a Mandalorian,” he explains simply. “It is the way.”

Din notices the blank look on the girl’s face and asks, “Don’t you know about Mandalorians?”

A blush creeps up her cheeks as if she’s embarrassed by her ignorance. She shakes her head in response.

“We don’t remove our armor in front of anyone. It’s part of our religion.”

“Oh,” she answers quietly. As the sun dips lower toward the horizon she can feel the temperature dropping and she’s grateful for the baggy jacket that she pulls tighter to her body. The Mandalorian seems unaffected by anything: thirst, the temperature, the exertion of walking for miles without rest. But his voice is that of a normal man. And though she’s never been shown kindness by a man in her life, she can’t help the instinct to offer kindness when she can. “I’ll close my eyes.”

“What?” Din asks, startled from his own musings.

The girl takes a breath for courage and repeats herself more clearly, “I’ll close my eyes. I promise I won’t look. So you can have some water. You must be thirsty.”

Din narrows his eyes behind the visor and regards her with suspicion. He’s been contemplating the likelihood that her innocence is all an act. Who in the galaxy has never heard of a Mandalorian? He shakes his head at her, “I don’t trust you.”

The girl looks puzzled, “But…you’re the kidnapper. I don’t trust you!”

“What are you talking about?” he demands in annoyance, clenching his fists in the dirt beside him. “I’m a bounty hunter. I’ve collected you because you are a fugitive. And fugitives…are not trustworthy.”

“I haven’t done any crime,” she answers quietly. She shrinks down into herself as if his words are shameful to her. He supposes they would be shameful…to an innocent person. Which she is not.

“I’ve heard that one before,” he says with finality and turns pointedly away from her to end the discussion.

But his throat is almost unbearably dry and his tongue is heavy and swollen with thirst. What an idiot.

“Come here,” he says gruffly. He walks over to her and grabs her roughly by the arm before she has a chance to stand on her own. He half drags her back to the water and forces her down on her knees beside him. He wraps an arm around her head and holds his gloved hand over her eyes tightly, almost painfully. “I’m going to take off my helmet and drink. If you move, if you struggle, if you try to break away from me….I’ll kill you. Understand?”

She starts to nod before she remembers herself and keeps still.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly. “I understand.”

With one arm holding the girl to his side and covering her eyes, Din proceeds to awkwardly remove his helmet with one hand. He breathes rapidly with nervous tension. He’s never been so close to another living being with his helmet off before. But the girl is right. He’s desperately thirsty. He sets the beskar helmet down in the dust beside him and takes a second to breathe in the chill evening air. His dark hair is damp with sweat and messy, sticking up chaotically around his head. His forehead is slick with sweat. He moves his hand upward and tugs at the finger of his glove with his teeth, pulling it off and letting it drop to the ground. His hand plunges into the water and he begins to drink.

The girl is boneless in his grip, too terrified to move an inch. She lets her body move with his as he bends down to reach the water and then up again to drink from his hand. His armor digs into her back uncomfortably but she stays quiet. She’s never been so close to a man like this without the expectation of violence or…other things. She tries to calm her nerves by taking deep breaths and imagining that she has a different life. This is an exercise with which she’s very familiar. When the guards seek her out in the dark hours and assault her with their disgusting, foul breath and clumsy touches…she imagines she’s someplace else with a friend or even a lover. The dreams help her to stay sane. Now she imagines she is with someone who loves her and his arm around her is not a restraint but an embrace. The thought calms her and she’s able to forget that he’d threatened to kill her a moment ago.

When he’s finished and his helmet and glove are safely in place he lets her go. The girl scoots away from him and hugs herself. The temperature has dropped and she’s starting to shiver even with the jacket.

“Thank you,” the Mandalorian says simply before moving back to his place by the rock. She follows him, settling down a few feet away and curling into a ball for warmth.

Din starts working on his damaged chest plate as night falls in earnest. He catches sight of the girl shivering in the corner of his eye and he once again feels the unwelcome clench of guilt. He pushes it aside angrily and focuses on his work. She might not be the type of criminal he’s used to capturing but she hasn’t been completely truthful with him either. There’s no way this girl doesn’t know why she’s being hunted.

“Why does my client want you if you didn’t commit a crime?” he demands abruptly.

The girl holds her hands out, palms up in a gesture that could mean uncertainty or surrender. But she doesn’t answer for a long time and when she does the words are hollow with the lie, “I don’t know.”

When the Mandalorian doesn’t deign to respond she goes back to huddling for warmth. She feels the mistrust and anger roll off of him in waves before she can block them out. The lie leaves a sour taste in her mouth but she learned a long time ago that to tell the truth about what she is–what they made her into–always leads to disaster. She’s nodding into a fitful doze when she feels something soft settle around her shoulders and she looks up to see the Mandalorian already walking back to sit in his spot across from her. She reaches up to pull the thick fabric of the bounty hunter’s cloak around her shoulders. It’s surprisingly warm and she feels a rush of gratitude toward him despite everything.

“Thank you,” she whispers. The Mandalorian nods minutely and goes back to his work.

The nameless girl lays down on the soil, wrapped in her captor’s cloak and feels her eyes finally close. She drifts off into a sleep uninterrupted by terror or pain for the first time since before she can remember.

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lilythepurple · 5 years ago

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How you doing tag

Another tag I’ve put on hold X) Thank you @shellygurumi for tagging me :D

1. How has your day been? It’s been pretty good, I managed to get some stuff done, that always feels nice ^_^

2. What was the last thing that made you smile? Watching two actors IG live, their interactions with each other and the fans are so cute :3

3. What’s keeping you entertained these days? Watching crack videos and fmvs of my hyperfixations XD

4. If you are in some kind of quarantine/self isolation, is there anything you’d like to achieve in this time? Honestly? I would like to keep my mental health in a good place ^^

5. Post a selfie! (if you’re comfortable with that) Sure XD

6. Last but not least: send this to some ppl to keep the game going. I guess I’ll tag the same peeps, but if this looks fun for anyone reading, feel free to go ahead ^_^ @icy-blue-rose @chloe-elizabeth-price @gay-grandma @drgaysanatomy @swiftbell @myfirstrode-oh @cannilu @pinklynx @mistaswife @yeehaw-69

#tag game

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remedymoods · 5 years ago

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BANDI: Can I ask you a question?

Fandom: Andi Mack

Characters: Buffy Driscoll and Andi Mack

Summary: Buffy Driscoll has an important question for her best friend, Andi Mack.

Other Characters: Marty from the Party,

Warnings: None.

Author Notes: Major thanks to @dancerdramatic14 and @iloveboyz27 for guiding me with this story. @iloveboyz27 without the image below it would have been missing the key point. Thank you! Tagging @purplefacey who has requested.

"OMG! Andi, this looks so good!”

Twenty-six-year-old, Andi Mack was putting the final touches on her current art collection when she was interrupted by the voice of her best friend, Buffy Driscoll.

It's been eighteen days since Buffy went on a trip with her boyfriend, Martin “Marty” Pacione, to Italy. In friendship time that’s ranges in forever, so it wasn’t a surprise when Andi took a step forward in a sprint motion towards her friend, "Red light, Andi!” yells Buffy.

Just like that when they were seven, Andi halts her movement. “Nooo,” she dramatically responds as she drops her head.

“I promise if you just give me a second to put our scorching drinks down and remove my coat. We both will get what we want,” Buffy teases as she places the drinks down on the table.

“Greenlight,” shrieks an impatient Andi as she jumps on Buffy and pulls her into a hug.

"Oomph," Buffy responds as Andi’s body is now on top of her, "Did you miss me,” she asks.

"It's been eighteen days since I have seen or talk to you. Do you think I care about having liquid on my clothes? I’m an artist. We laugh at water, paint or clay,” Andi bursts into evil laughter as she hugs her friend tighter.

"This is the main reason why I refuse to let you borrow my clothes."

"Enough about clothes, unless you have some goodies for me.” Buffy smiles, “Well, we can talk about that, the food, the wine, the art," she arches her eyebrows, "the sexxx."

Buffy laughs as she is finally able to remove her coat and grabs her cider. The warmth starts to relax her throat, and her attention moves to the collection in the room. “The collection looks ... good,” she shares as she removes her gloves off, and pulls her sleeves down over her fingers.

"Thanks, it's becoming a favorite.” Andi pauses and then speaks, “ No, I want to hear about your trip. The lack of posting on IG from you and Marty was just… dreadful. How can I be jealous if you don't post?”

"Silly, girl! “

“No, seriously, I think Walker and I posted about seven posts each day during our inspiration trip in Turkey. When you went quiet, I check on Marty’s page, but no, he was quiet too. Did you enjoy Italy or just .. enjoy each otherrr... give me details.”

Memories of Buffy trip with Marty flowed in her mind.

"Well, on the first night, we arrived in Rome and had dinner at Da Enzo al 29. I had ordered this pasta with black truffles”, Buffy mouth becomes moist as her memory takes over. "the sauce was just so creamy, and I actually dip my bread allll around the bowl. The third night we made it to Sicily. We had this bet in regards to who could find the best gelato. It turned into this colossal scavenger hunt with the results of a how-to stop a brain freeze and recover from gelato coma. “

“Where can I find the best gelato when we go this Spring?”

“Oh, that simple, the best gelato spots… are the ones who give you two scoops for the price of one."

Laughter explodes through the room, and then a comfortable silence enters.

Andi grabs her phone and pulls up her Instagram account. "Yes, I remember the gelato photo, which is your last post. I guess you guys were staying in the moment."

Buffy smiles and takes a sip of her warm apple cider, she places it down in a swift move pulls her oversized sleeves up. "You can say that."

Andi leans in and looks at her friend Buffy, her long curly hair was framing her face. She noticed the red sweater that Andi believe was hers, which highlight her now red cheeks due to the cold weather. Before Andi could ask a question, Buffy did something that caught Andi’s attention when she ran her fingers through her hair.

Buffy’s voice becomes softer as a whisper, "So, on the fifth night, it was Marty's turn to plan our activities. The only clue I had was that I should wear comfortable shoes for dancing I picked the white crochet wrap dress we found at the vintage store when we were home last month, with my red ballets."

Andi places Buffy’s hand into her palm, as her thumb ghostly traces the thin band and around the center diamond. She held her hand, letting the emotions rise to her eyes, remembering the first time, the seven-year-old held her hand, and now here they are twenty-six, and her best friend has a ring on it.

As she exhales and makes eye contact, "Dinner was lovely, we had pizza nothing really glamorous, but pizza in Italy should never be compared to the States, especially how well it goes with wine."

"Just like your first date,” whispers Andi.

Buffy bites her bottom lip and nods, "I should have known something was up because we only have pizzas on our anniversaries. After dinner was over, we shared a minty gelato. "

"No Gelato wars?", interjects Andi.

Buffy shakes her head no.

"The ride to our location was quiet. I thought Marty was entering a food coma, so I just moved his arm around my shoulders and kissed his neck … Andi, we stop at the Teatro Greco Taormina. "Her eyes move back to her hand, "It's this massive open Greek theater that was carved out of rocks. It’s gorgeous, and I was still oblivious … then my eyes saw the candles, my ears could hear a piano playing … then this tall, heavy-set man started to sing, and we were the only two people in the room."

"Oh .. Buffy.”

"For the first time I was speechless.. then Marty went ... down on his bend knee. When he asked me to marry him, and I said yes, the kiss was so different. He wasn’t my boyfriend but my fiancé soon to be my husband. That kiss completely moved all my emotions in overdrive.”

Andi finally lets her shriek out. "So fucking happy, for you both. The ring, Buff..” Andi looks back at Buffy’s hand "He did very well."

"Yes, he did."

“This is great news but not on your page or his, why?"

" Well, we have three reasons why we ghosted social media. The first reason, I really wanted to stay in this glow of just us. We were just engaged, and you have seen it Andi, every time someone becomes engaged. It's follow up with when’s the wedding, where’s the wedding and oh... congratulations. It's like we don't give the new couple time to just be engaged."

"Okay."

“Second, I wanted to share the news with our parents. This is big news, and to think of sharing it through facetime was ... yucky" frowns Buffy.

"Buff, it’s been two days since you have been back."

Buffy grab both of her best friends hand for over eighteen years hands, "Right, but I’m just seeing you, today. Andi, you have been my best friend since we were seven years old. We have been through good and bad, dumb fights, dance parties, different high schools, college .. but… you were the first person that knew I had some type of feelings for Marty before I would even admit to them. You were the first to give us a couple name, "Muffy."

"I also gave you Barty too."

"Yes," Buffy laughs at her friend, "You were the first one to actually say, that we would be a great couple. Our first double date ... that was with you and Jonah ... you were rooting for us before there was even an us” Buffy exhales, "How could I post a photo on Instagram and not share this moment with you in person?"

"Buffy," whispered Andi. "I love you .. Muffy will rise."

"Um.. okay.. but for us to rise, I need one more thing." Andi wipes her tears on her, backhand, "Sure, what can I do?"

"No other place to see us rise, then standing next to me. Andi Mack, will you do me the honor of being my Maid of Honor.”

"That depends. When I say, yes, will you finally post on IG or let Marty?”

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quirklessbunny · 7 years ago

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Every Time I Pause

Rating: M

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Pairing(s): Prompto/Noctis

Tags: Sparring, Accidents, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Sexual Content, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, MT Prompto Argentum, Chronic Pain, Pain, Minor Injuries, Kissing, Minor Violence, Battle

Chapters: 5/?

Summary: Prompto’s hands are getting stiff, and sometimes they hurt terribly to move. Is this insignificant? or the start of something much worse?

Chapter 5 below the cut! Or you can follow the link to my ao3 here!

The trip on the boat starts off badly with a panic over Prompto's camera as he nearly drops it into the water. After that, he's confined to only using it away from the railings. He doesn't seem to mind, as he lays down on the couch and takes a nap. The trip from Caem to Altissia isn't a particularly long one, and yet he still manages to get a sunburn. He wakes up and whines in pain as he peels himself from the leather seats.

Prompto is excited to see the city lights when he gets up. He takes a million pictures of the gates, even while Noctis is trying to do something about his painful and red skin. He is smiling brightly as he points out areas he wants to take pictures at when they finally get off the boat. He drops his camera into its bag and dashes off the ship before the plank is even fully laid, tripping and stumbling before correcting his gait and heading into the streets of Altissia.

Quite a few people stare once Noctis catches up to him, and he deflates a little when he remembers that they have to head to a doctors appointment first. “But Noct, there's so many cool things to take pictures of!” he whines as he follows the others down the twisting alleys towards the office. They spend several hours there, and find out nothing new, and then agree to do some sight seeing before stopping in elsewhere.

Prompto and Noctis split off from the rest of them, spending the rest of the day eating and taking dumb selfies wherever they find spots that seem pretty good. The highlight of the day, in Prompto's opinion, was landing the paper in the mouth of the statue, even if he refuses to tell Noctis what the note says. When they reconvene for dinner, Prompto and Gladio head back to the hotel afterwards, leaving Ignis and Noctis to enjoy the city.

As soon as Prompto is out of earshot, Noctis turns to Ignis, eyes lighting up. “You gotta help me pick out an engagement ring. I want to propose to him properly, before everything with Luna happens and the press takes advantage of it. Luna already told me she had someone else she'd rather marry as well,” he assures, rushing it out when he sees the look on Ignis' face. “C'mon, you're the one I'd trust most in this situation. This is what you're best at.” He stands up and pulls Ignis through the throngs of people until they hit the main shopping district.

Ignis chuckles a little, and adjusts his glasses. “I must admit, I do agree that I am quite adept at picking out pieces of jewellery, but everything here is going to be very expensive, highness. I know he deserves the best, but we can't afford the best in our current financial state,” he says, sighing a bit. He looks into the shops, before finally pulling Noctis into a rather large jewellery store. “First thing to know is never buy from vendors who sell their wares without price tags immediately available, especially from carts on streets,” he explains, then walks over to the ring cases.

“Do you have any ideas of what you'd like?” Ignis asks, glancing to Noctis before back into the case. The rings are absolutely lovely, he decides, but he's sure many of them would cost a lot. He moves so that Noctis can lean over the area he's looking at, then looks around the shop.

“I dunno. I definitely wanted a black band, but what stones? I don't even know that he'd want something that flashy. I know he acts like he likes flashy things, but I've noticed the opposite. He likes expensive weapons and cameras, but for his clothes he actually tends towards a little more conservative, y'know? You wear fancy clothes, but it would take an army to wrestle Prompto into something like that. Maybe a few small stones. He likes blue...” Noctis finds the rings with the black steel, and hovers over it for a few moments. “What do you think of that one?”

“It's less something you'd propose with. That's more for gifts after marriage, don't you think?” Ignis responds, looking down at the ring, then the ones beside it. “What do you think of that one, Noct? I think this falls pretty well into Prompto's taste.”

Noctis looks at the one Ignis is pointing at, and smiles a little. “Yeah, you're right. That one is perfect, Igs, thanks.” He calls over the shop keep and purchases the ring with his remaining gil. “Damn, I'm really gonna need to do more hunts if I'm running out of money like that. This is why you get the hotel money, cause if the rest of us had it it'd be gone.” He takes the ring box, and thanks the man, before leaving the shop.

“I'm gonna put this into the Armiger. Prompto usually carries his stuff, right? So he won't see it?” Noctis puts the ring beside his engine blade, knowing he'll be able to bring it back out later, any ways. Ignis nods in confirmation, then gently guides Noctis towards the hotel.

“Time for bed, highness. We'll have a long and busy day tomorrow. You have a meeting with the mayor, as well as Lady Lunafreya. You'll also be accompanying Prompto to another doctor, and then you'll have dinner with Lady Lunafreya. You're also scheduled to tour the city at least once before we're off to Tenebrae,” Ignis explains as they walk, drawing a groan from Noctis. He smiles a little, then waves his hand. “I'm only kidding, majesty. We'll attend Lady Lunafreya's speech, then go to Prompto's appointment, and then the day is yours for the taking. No one here knows or cares about you being the king, we need not worry about such formalities now.”

Noctis doesn't think he's ever felt so relieved in his life. He heads inside and up to the room, flopping into the bed beside Prompto. He instantly pulls his boyfriend close, smiling a little at the slow rise and fall of his chest. Prompto looks so much more peaceful when he sleeps, Noctis realizes. It's almost like all the stress in his face, and all the forced joy, can finally disperse. He tilts Prompto's head a little more and takes off his glasses, then allows him to settle down again. Noctis gets under the blankets properly with him and drifts off soon after, not caring he's in his clothes still.

Noctis flinches and recoils from the bright light flooding the room, then pulls the blanket over his head with an exhausted grumble. “C'mon, I just went to sleep,” he mumbles, getting ready to drift away once more. He had been enjoying his dream, and right now reality just feels like way too much to him. He groans in complaint once more when a hand gently shakes him.

“Noct, you gotta wake up dude. Igs won't let me go take pictures of the town unless you come with me, and Lunafreya's speech is starting soon. I know you don't want to miss out on that. Come on, get up! If you get up now, we can share the shower...” Prompto snorts a little when Noctis shoots out of bed at that. “Thank Astrals, I thought I was gonna have to actually drag you out of bed this time.” He stands up and heads for the bathroom, grinning a little. It's comforting to know that Noctis will always get up for him.

Noctis trails after him, yawning. He doesn't notice that the room is empty besides them, but he'd be glad that the other two didn't see that embarrassing display. “Are we getting breakfast after this? I'm starving to death,” he complains, undressing quickly. He falls silent as Prompto undresses in front of him, reaching out to gently touch his pale skin. “You're so beautiful, Prompto. Sometimes I have to wonder to myself just how I got so blessed to have you in my life.” He leans forward and kisses a particularly large patch of freckles on his shoulder.

Prompto blushes softly and smiles, turning his head to kiss Noctis on the lips. “You're so sappy, Noct,” he whispers, then gets in the shower. He turns on the water and waits for it to warm up before stepping in and giving Noctis space to get in as well. Gentle touches lead to much more, and by the time they finally step out of the shower, Prompto couldn't be smiling wider. His skin is tinged red by the heat of the water, but he doesn't care. Getting dressed is an ordeal, until they decide that it's easier for him to wear Noctis' pants.

Prompto feels weird walking around with such baggy pants on, but getting his jeans over his stiff leg was near impossible. He also snags Noctis' jacket to wear over his tanktop, grinning a little as he sits on the bed and waits for Noctis to get ready next. “I bet you Igs has already seen half the city by now. He told me before he left 'don't leave without Noctis' so I waited forever for you to wake up, and trust me dude it was forever. That's why I finally woke you up myself. It's like 11 am, Noct. Lady Lunafreya's speech starts at 1 pm, which gives us time to take lotsa pictures before we have to go see her. Don't worry, I'm gonna get lots of pictures of her at her speech too.”

Noctis smiles a little and looks over at Prompto. “You're just impatient, babe. Alright, let's go. Are your boots zipped all the way?” He comes over to check before helping Prompto up and leading him outside. “We should get breakfast first.” After eating, Noctis lets Prompto drag him around the city before the speech. When they arrive, he's not surprised to see just how many people are crowded around to watch the Oracle. He stands alone in the audience and looks up at her, tears welling into his eyes as he listens.

He's almost glad Prompto isn't with him to see this. Noctis does his best to hold them back, standing as close to the front of the audience as is allowed. He locks eyes with Luna, and smiles at her, nodding to her before she walks away. When the crowds disperse, he meets up with the other three once more. For the first time in a while, he finds himself believing that the future will turn out all right for all of them. It lasts exactly a day before he's speaking with the mayor for his part with the Hydraean. He doesn't even get to speak with Lunafreya first.

After that, time doesn't seem to slow for any of them. Prompto is scared about his part in the plan, what if he can't control the machinery with his hands the way they are? He doesn't know, but he does understand what happens if he doesn't even try. Noctis will die. That night, Prompto holds Noctis a little tighter, wanting the comfort of having him close in case something goes wrong. Not that it will, he reasons, just in case. Tomorrow is going to be rough on everyone, but most of all, Noctis, and Prompto understands that.

He's grateful that once he delivers Noctis to the battle, he only has to help evacuate everyone safely. It's the easiest part of his job, and it'll give him a distraction so he doesn't have to spend the whole time worrying about Noctis' safety. He has to believe that Noctis can pull it off. Prompto nuzzles into Noctis neck and feels his pulse against his nose, relaxing enough to finally go to sleep.

The next morning is a blur for Prompto until he's flying the machine into the battle with Noctis. He steers it expertly, but he feels panic flash through him when Noctis falls. He lunges forward, catching him and pulling him back up. His glasses slid off, but he barely notices. Everything is going so fast. Noctis is dropped off, and he's got to get back to help with the evacuations. He notices when he can't find anywhere to land, just how hard it is to see. He crash lands into the street, rolling several feet before being able to pull himself up to help.

He barely notices his injuries. He doesn't let himself focus on it yet. He pushes through. Prompto can't focus on anything but saving the citizens of Altissia, because if he does, he knows he'll break. The rumours circulating through the crowds can't be true. Noctis can't...Luna can't...they can't have died. He can't believe that even for a moment, either of them could be dead. Not here, not now. So he pushes through.

What else can he do?

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themelaninmamifiles · 7 years ago

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Bamboobies: Giving Your Girls Attention

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deansleather · 7 years ago

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An Agreement

Pairing: Crowley x Reader Prompt: Crowley for @spnhiatuscreations week 6, and “Is this goodbye?” for @cas-is-my-hero ‘s 100 Followers Celebration (I tweaked the quote, hope you don’t mind Summary: After being sent wrongly to Hell, Crowley decides to compromise; your life back in exchange for one date with him. Simple and harmless, though something seems to change as the night wears on. Word Count: 3942 Warnings: fluff! technically death, but this is in the SPN world; no one dies for long, just a basic idea of what happened is told

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A/N: I have got to say, I really enjoyed this one. I certainly have a little thing for the King of Hell, and I hope you enjoy this as much as I! As always, FEEDBACK IS LOOOOVED! EVEN JUST A LIKE HELPS

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“A bad boy can be very good for a girl.” ― Melissa de la Cruz, Girl Stays in the Picture

You woke up on the ground, resting on a red rug. The room smelled of cologne, sulfur, candles, and a little like iron, a strange mixture that was both pleasing and unsettling. You felt as though you were awakening from a yearlong sleep; everything was hazy and blurred, and the moment you began to move everything started to ache. Your head was throbbing, and as you began to take in the unfamiliar surroundings, your stomach started to knot.

The last thing you remembered was the car, coming all too fast as you ran to push the little boy playing ball from his definite demise. You weren’t really thinking, but subconsciously you had hoped you had a chance of living. It was strange; you had a body, you felt sentient, yet you couldn’t tell if you were alive, per say. You had expected to wake up to the beeping of hospital monitors and the rustling of their stiff sheets. Even with the effects you were currently feeling, there was no way you would feel so okay without heavy medication.

“We’ll never get anywhere with her in this state,” a man sighed, his accent striking to you. What was it? Scottish? British? You heard a snap, and suddenly the haze was gone, your body now entirely able and well. You blinked a few times, pushing yourself up from the ground slowly, testing your limits.

“What the hell?” you asked yourself, looking down at your body to find no injuries, not even a scratch of road burn.

“You’re more correct than you realize,” the same voice taunted. Definitely British. Slowly, you raised your eyes to the owner of the accented tone, your heart skipping a beat at what you saw. He was shockingly intimidating, his eyes digging into your soul from over his glass of golden drink, you presumed alcohol. He sat on a thrown, red and black and intricately designed. He wore a suit, his crossed legs lifting up an extremely shiny shoe. You gulped as you finally let your eyes meet his, the intensity of his gaze staggering.

“What’s going on?” you murmured, rubbing your clammy hands on your legs. He smirked, setting down his drink on the stand beside him, slowly lifting from his seat and walking towards you. When he was just mere inches away and you were sure your heart was going to hop out of your chest, he stopped.

“You’ve been sent to Hell, love,” he divulged, his hands behind his back. “It’s where the naughty girls go.” You shook your head, looking around the room at what must’ve been his cronies.

“No, no, no,” you rushed, panicked. “There must be something wrong, I’ve tried so hard-“

He raised one of his hands, making you stop in your tracks. You weren’t sure what it was, but there was something so damn daunting about him. It hit you in that moment, the reality of the situation.

“Wait,” you murmured, your breathing practically stopped. “Does that make you…Satan?”

He chuckled, shaking his head as if he was appalled.

“No, Luci is off gallivanting with the Winchesters. I’m much better.” He winked. You weren’t sure what most of his sentence meant, but you felt comforted that you weren’t speaking to the Devil himself. “I’m Crowley, King of Hell.” You were about to question the semantics, but he reached his hand out to one of his followers, a clipboard weighted with papers handed to him. He looked down at it, calling out a stranger’s name. He squinted at the words, looking back and forth from you to the paper.

“…that’s not me,” you inputted, relief flooding through you. “My name’s Y/n Y/l/n.” He shook his head, glaring at the man closest to him.

“What is this?” he hissed, his eyes blackening. Your heart dropped. The man stuttered.

“I-I don’t know sir, she came in just like the rest, everyone else has been correct today…”

Crowley growled under his breath, closing his eyes to think. He threw the clipboard back at the man’s chest, looking to you calmly.

“Well, I suppose you should start heading north,” he sighed.

“So, I’m dead, huh?” you said, laughing without humor. You rubbed your face, muttering to yourself. “I’m not ready to be dead, I have so much to do. I was just trying to save that boy I didn’t realize this was all going to happen. I mean who expects-“

“Shh,” he hummed, placing a finger on your lips. Your heartbeat fluttered once more. “I’m willing to create a sort of…compromise.” He raised an eyebrow.

"You're not supposed to make deals with the Devil," you said. He laughed at this, bringing a small smirk to your lips.

“Well good thing I’m no devil then.” He placed an arm around you, leading you towards a small wooden stool near his thrown. You sat down, thankful for the respite. “You’ve made quite the impression, I have to say…I like you.”

You blushed at the sentiment, feeling both pleased and ashamed. You had just seen his demon eyes, and yet here you were, pining over the supposed King of Hell. Could it get any more backward? But as he kneeled in front of you, you realized why he was so intimidating. It wasn't the throne, or the demon onlookers, or his position in Hell of all places; you found him sexy.

“So, what do you propose?” you whispered. He smiled at you, brushing a piece of hair from your face.

“Go on a date with me,” he said simply, his accent making the sentence even more charming. You squinted your eyes, suspicious of his intent.

“If this is a coy way of asking for sex the answer is a solid no-“

“No, no,” he defended, putting his hands up, his amusement at your distaste palpable. “Just an innocent little playdate, you and I.”

“Alright,” you nodded slowly, still unsure. “So, what am I getting?”

“Besides the night of your life?” he teased. “I’ll undo all this messiness. You’ll live to see your bland little life once more.”

“My life’s not bland-“ you began, quickly cutting yourself off. The King of Hell was offering you a very generous agreement, best not disrupt it. “It’s a deal.” He smiled, clapping his hands together.

“Perfect, I’ll pick you up at six.” Another snap of his fingers and you were home, zapped into the room next to where your friends sat looking through your stuff, their crying sounding through the house. You looked in the mirror before stepping out to greet them. You looked disheveled and sickly, which was perfect. It would take a hell of a lot of explaining to clean up this mess.

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Six rolled around much too quick; it turned out to be a lot of work explaining how you, who was dead hours before, waltzed into your living room like nothing happened. You claimed amnesia; you figured it was better than witchcraft or insanity. You did manage to get dressed up in the time you had left though, putting on makeup, a dress, doing your hair, the whole nine yards. If a full-on suit was his day wear, you figured a night time date with him was practically ball gown worthy. You did wear comfortable shoes though; dying can take a lot out of a girl.

Your door bell rang at six o’clock sharp, your heart racing at the sound. You were sitting on your couch, trying to breathe deeply. You were going on a date with the charming, handsome, British, and extremely enticing King of Hell. No biggie.

You opened your door, instantly faced with Crowley looking…well, dashing. It was an unusual word for you, yet it just fit. His hair was gelled, his suit even more delicately tailored and perhaps even a little old-fashioned, the roses in his hand adding to the effect. He seemed to have speech taken from his as well, his eyes lighting up as he took you in. His eyes squinted as he smiled, an extremely endearing trait.

“You look…” he shook his head, trailing off. “Well, breathtaking.” You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you felt the heat rush to your face.

"Why thank you, you don't look too shabby yourself." He smirked, putting out his arm, prompting you to follow him. You linked your arm through his, gratefully accepting the flowers as he handed them to you. You closed the door behind you, double checking to make sure it was locked. He smirked at the action but made no comment. "So, where are we going?"

"Now, what fun would it be to tell you?" You scoffed but didn't push it. You weren't sure what the boundaries were with him, and you didn't plan on getting on his bad side. He escorted you to his car, and while you were no expert by any means, even you could tell it was out of most people's price range. Ruling Hell had to have some perks.

The car ride was silent, the only noise the sound of your heart thudding in your ears. You got so paranoid that he could hear it, you rolled down your window. Hair done or not, you really weren’t ready for your true feelings to be revealed to him. The windows were tinted so you could barely see out of them anyway, it was a nice relief to at least slightly see where you were being taken. He had promised there would be nothing inappropriate happening, but you still felt uneasy with putting all your faith in him. There was no way the ruler of Hell was entirely wholesome.

You saw bright neon lights in the distance as the car turned onto a graveled side road. The air felt heavy, slightly tacky even; you hoped that the date would take place indoors, as there seemed to be rain coming very soon. Finally, the car pulled to a stop in front of a quaint square building adorned with bright lights and advertising posters. The largest of the lights flashed each letter individually.

S M A L L ‘ S J A Z Z C L U B

You whipped your head around to face Crowley, a smile growing on your lips. He looked encouraged at your expression and you could swear you saw a little blush, but it could’ve just been the flashing lights behind you.

“This is great,” you exclaimed, nodding quickly. “I’ve never been!’

"It's a ball," he winked. "Nothing too extravagant, though something told me that was the way you'd want." You nodded, thankful. You had imagined some sort of excessive party that would unavoidably exhaust and embarrass you in one way or another. This was much better, needless to say, and by the sight of the other women entering, you dressed accordingly. He exited from his side, rushing to get the door for you. You laughed, letting out a shy "thank you" under your breath. This was it, you were going on a date with Crowley. Something about the laughter coming from the building and the bright lights calmed all your nerves, leaving you just with a feeling of exhilarated zest. You heard distant thunder, as you began to walk in.

“Sounds like we made it in the nick of time,” Crowley commented, leading into the club, past the hostess after giving her a polite nod. You looked at him strangely, unsure. He continued to lead you deeper into the club, until you were in your own private corner booth, curtains draping at the back of the semi-circle seat. Crowley extended his arm, allowing you to sit first. You were shocked by the comfort of the seat, especially with the petite size of the place. It wasn’t often that places like these had anything but hard, wooden chairs. “Can you see the stage alright? I can rearrange if not.”

You smiled at his doting, nodding in affirmation.

“Yeah, actually I have a really good view.” The booths had been slightly elevated in the back, giving you the perfect spot to see every bit of the stage. Saxophones were leaned against seats, a large bass and drums planted next to each other, all tied together with a microphone in the middle. The place was extremely pleasant; it smelled of wine and incense, and the lighting was just dim enough to set a mood without blinding every customer. Crowley motioned over a waiter, ordering both your drinks at your request. It was a deep red wine, though it surprisingly wasn't too tart or burning; it tasted almost sweet and warmed you as you drank.

“Thank you,” you murmured, taking another sip. “For…everything. You didn’t have to do what you did I’m sure, and this is a small price to save my life.”

“Well, it can’t always be death and punishment. Variety is the spice of life, isn’t it?” he purred, his voice deep and rough. Jesus, if his job was to tempt people over to the dark side, he was doing one hell of a job.

“When is the show supposed to start?” you asked, looking eagerly to the stage. You saw him smile in your peripheral.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he teased. “Once they get most of the meals out, I believe.” You rolled your eyes, causing him to laugh.

“Who cares if we eat,” you continued, enjoying his reaction. “I’d rather enjoy some jazz as I starve, thank you very much.”

“Maybe we should avoid another death, no?”

He shook his head, and you thanked the waiter as he put bread on the table. You both grabbed a piece, you nibbling at it mindlessly. He looked to you with squinted eyes, deep in thought. You set your bread down, resting your arms on the table to lean in towards him.

“What you thinking about?” you asked, feigning nonchalance.

“Just curious,” he prefaced. “How did you die? You don’t seem like the type to have a target on your back.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“No, definitely not. I ran out in front of a car-“ you began.

“That tends to do the trick,” he nodded, smirking at his own ornery remark.

"I wasn't finished," you insisted. "I was pushing a little boy out of the way."

“Ah, I see,” he murmured. “So, you enjoy playing the hero?”

“Well,” you shrugged. “I obviously don’t do it often, or you’d probably have seen me before this.” He nodded, the logic passing whatever he expected to hear. You thought for a moment, looking from your hands to him.

“What is it, love?” he pressed, his eyes never leaving yours. You blushed.

“Well,” you sighed. “I guess I’m just not sure what I can and can’t ask you. I definitely don’t want to…offend you.”

“Pissing off the King of Hell does seem unwise,” he agreed. “Though I doubt you would push me that far.”

“Well then, uh, I guess my first question is, well, what is Hell, exactly? What do you do to the people?” you asked tentatively.

“I’m sure you’re imagining the whole chains and torture devices, and there are some crevices left like that, but it’s mostly standing in a line now,” he stated simply. You blinked at him.

“…standing in a line? That’s Hell?”

"Can you imagine standing in a line for all eternity?" he quipped. You shrugged, weighing his words.

“But what about like, I don’t know, Hitler?”

“Love the originality, darling. There are plenty of evil bastards in history to choose,” he teased.

“Alright, Stalin, Napoleon, Hitler, all the big bad guys. Their punishment is just to stand in a line? That seems to…I don’t know. Fall a little flat?” you expressed, dissatisfied. He smirked.

“Don’t you worry dear,” he assured. “I have all the grossest bastards in a special corner of Hell. Their punishment is perhaps a little harsher than your average thief’s.” You smiled, feeling a strange comfort with that. You continued your interrogation endlessly, letting him also pick your meal as you had been too consumed in the conversation to peruse the menu. It wasn’t long before the meal came out (he had picked the most expensive meal on the menu, you later noticed) and the band started playing. You weren’t nearly as engrossed in the music as you were in Crowley. Thankfully, the music was the perfect volume to create some ambiance, but not force you to shout.

“Alright, so this might be a touchy subject,” you started. “But…what’s the deal with God? If there’s a Hell, then there’s gotta be a Heaven, which means there’s a God, right?”

He nodded. "There is a God, a bit of a wanker, a dead-beat dad at best if you ask me."

You grimaced, and of course, Crowley noticed.

“What, don’t appreciate the blasphemy?” he taunted. You shook your head, looking at your food very intently.

“No, no, not that religious just…don’t really wanna piss the big guy off, either,” you admitted.

“I suppose that also makes sense,” he relented. “Though there’s little need to worry, he’s not much of the strike down type. Half the time he’s nowhere to be found.”

“Mysterious ways and all, huh?” you joked, raising an eyebrow.

“You could say that,” he murmured, chewing in thought. He looked you up and down, smiling slightly as he set down his utensils. “Enough of the existentialist. Let’s talk about you.”

“Alright.” You laughed nervously. “What do you want to know?”

“All of it, everything there is to know,” he insisted. “The night is young, and I’m here to listen.”

And so, you told him everything you could think; your birthday, about your family, your favorite books and poets, what shows you watch, what shows you hate. He asked about your exes and you reluctantly even shared that. There was something about your relationship that seemed so…open. You supposed he had been alive for countless centuries, but it was more than that. It was as if you could tell him anything at all and he would eat it up, listening to you with wide eyes as he soaked in the information. It felt nice and undeniably sweet, though it seemed strange to associate the word with him. Despite his title, he had been nothing but sweet and gentlemanly, and he deserved the credit.

Too soon, your forks began scratching against empty plates and the band said its final goodbye. The light began to brighten and waiters rushed around to pick up the last of the plates. The night had ended, and too early for your taste, though you’d never admit it. Crowley begrudgingly stood up, extending an arm out to you.

“Seems the night is coming to a close. Shall we?” You nodded, blinking the tears from your eyes. How ridiculous, you’d just met the man and you were this upset at parting ways? Maybe you had too much wine. Or perhaps you just really, really, really liked the witty, charming, handsome, and extremely British man. The ladder was most likely.

The ride back to your house seemed shorter than it was before, which just figured. You weren’t ready to get out of his car that smelled deliciously of his cologne. You didn’t want to lose sight of his suited figure and watchful eyes. You’d miss the deep lilt of his voice when he spoke to you, much gentler than you’d seen him speak to anyone else.

You just weren’t ready for goodbye.

He walked you up to your front porch, both of you silent as you stood awkwardly in place. What was the protocol here? It wasn’t often that you dated demons, but you doubted that it was the wisest choice. Who knew what would come of keeping in touch, or if his intentions were nearly as pure as he had been leading on.

“Crowley?” you murmured, clearing your throat.

“Yes, pet?” he responded earnestly.

“I know I’ve bombarded you tonight.” You smiled. “But can I ask just one more question?”

“Of course.” He took a step closer. “Anything.”

“Why did you ask for a date? You could have asked for anything. What did you get out of this?”

He looked away for a moment, nothing but the rustling of the trees making a noise. You heard the thunder from earlier, but much closer this time, and both of you watched as the dark clouds above moved closer and closer. He was quiet until tiny droplets began to fall, neither of you moving to avoid them.

“Do you really want to know, Y/n?” he whispered, his expression unsure.

“Yes,” you insisted without hesitation. He breathed deeply, taking his time, thinking through every word as he spoke.

"I've seen countless souls over the past centuries, sweetly good and deliciously bad, and yet all similar. Then there's you, all these years later. When they pushed you beneath my throne…well, I had a hard time holding myself together. Part of me was pleased to have you in Hell, at my constant bidding, but I knew it was unlikely you belonged there. Of course, I was right, I always am, yet there was no victory in this. I wanted you to stay; I wanted to stay with you. This little…agreement was the only way I could imagine that happening without turning you off. I knew my usual seduction would do little on you. So,” he finished, gesturing around him. “Here we are.”

“Crowley…” you began, unable to speak properly. There weren’t enough words, how could you ever express your feelings? Speaking just wouldn’t do it, but you could think of one thing that may just get the message across. Gently, you cupped his jaw, rubbing your thumb against the stubble of his beard. Incredibly slow, you leaned in to kiss him, his lips needy and ready once you connected yours to them. Tenderly, he grabbed at your waist, his hands sending shivers up your spine. The rain began to get stronger around you, making both of you slick and soaked, but neither of you cared. It was as though the world had turned off for a moment. He rubbed up and down your arms gently, just enjoying you. You felt him smirk into the kiss at the feeling of goosebumps. Eventually, you were the one to pull away, your breathing heavy. Crowley seemed barely winded.

“I suppose this means I’m not alone in the sentiment?” he retorted. You blushed, feeling a sense of uncertainty. Was this really the right thing?

“I-I really should get some sleep.” You cleared your throat. He nodded, taking a step back. You took out your keys, prompting him to walk off your porch towards his car.

“Thank you for a lovely night,” he whispered, getting out his own keys. When he was halfway down your walkway, you called to him.

“So, is this goodbye?” you called. He stopped, turning on his heels to face you. “I mean, like permanently?”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he stated calmly. There you both stood, the rain continuing to soak you, though neither of you budged as you thought over your next move. Who knew what the right thing was? King of Hell or not, you liked him, more than you had anyone in a long time. Someone had to rule the underworld, and you turned out to be lucky it was him. Even if you ended up being sent to Hell for this, at least you’d have him as company.

“Screw it,” you muttered under your breath. “C’mon, let’s go dry off.”

He smiled, walking back to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Lead the way,” he said, a sense of pride overcoming him. “I’m going wherever you are.”

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the-goddesswrites · 8 years ago

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Title: Arrangement Words: 6137 Genre: Smut Other: Callboy!shownu

Shownu joined the business out of necessity, he had been friends with Wonho for many years but never actually considered it a viable career till he was in major debt. In fear of losing his apartment he called up his friend and asked him what were the requirements; after a week of auditions he’d been accepted as one of the few call boys who weren’t hired out for “companionship” - but more for lap dances or as a high class escort. He found that he enjoyed it after a while, even though the first week had been exhausting, sometimes working over 50 hours a week, he realized that he had skills that men and women alike both sought out.

Shownu was highly charismatic, people enjoyed talking to him and women loved having him on their arm for the night. When it came down to the more raunchy side of the business his expectations were instantly risen - he didn’t have sex with clients who hadn’t reserved him less than five times - meaning they were extremely wealthy and wouldn’t skimp out on paying for his companionship services. To say he was a bit shallow when it came to who he slept with, was an understatement, he didn’t serve older men or older women as it just wasn’t his style. Most of his clients were between the ages of 20 to 40, and most of them were women with an itch only he could scratch.

Two years he’d been working for the escort company, and there had only been one instance where he’d needed them to take him out of a situation; and even then it hadn’t been anything serious. Since he could handle himself in a situation where things went awry he didn’t really need the backup that the female counterparts in the business did. “Did you get the new job? I heard she’s loaded,” Changkyun spoke as he finished off his bottle of water then tossed it into the recycling bin. He knew exactly what he was talking about, apparently there was a new business tycoon who had landed the CEO position of her father’s business; she was only twenty-two years old. Younger than even himself and he had been reserved to be her escort to a large party with investors; something he was good at handling.

“I got the job, not too sure how it’s going to go though. I’ve read up on her company - she seems nice enough don’t know why she couldn’t have found a date on her own,” Shownu shrugged as he looked at him then pushed his glasses up on his nose reading over the history of the business, “Listen to this; she is the kindest and sweetest person we’ve ever met - we can only hope she can pull of being a CEO or our business is surely to fail,” he looked up at the younger man in front of him, “that doesn’t sound like someone who would need my type of help,”

Changkyun shook his head in agreement, “you’re right, but - maybe she is just not good at talking to people, she chose you, man - you’re great with people,” he snorted a little as he thought about it, “being new to a business like that has got to be exhausting, and I bet she is hoping to just get through the night alive so she doesn’t have to listen to them droning on and on. You know how those business types are, they’re boring as hell,”

Shownu couldn’t deny that, he’d been to more than his fair share of business parties, in fact too many for his liking. There had been several where he could’ve sworn he’d dozed off during a conversation but, as his job states - he never missed a beat when it came down to it. “You’re right, but still it feels weird that someone her age with her kind of assets would need our help,” he murmured lightly as he thought about it then wet his lips a little. “I’m sure she has her reasons, she’s paying me a lot so I guess I can’t complain,”

Changkyun seemed interested now, when the topic of money came up every call boy in the room would turn their heads; you didn’t join this business for the fancy parties or the lavish amounts of attention you received - it was for the money. “How much is she paying you for the night?” he asked a curious lilt to his voice as he tilted his head.

“Fourteen thousand dollars,” Shownu all but mumbles and he swore he could have heard a pen drop in the background but he didn’t bother looking up - this was his most expensive client to date. Most people only paid around five grand per night, she must really have it out for him if she was dropping this much money on a measly date - something that might not even cost twenty five hundred if the party wasn’t too taxing.

He heard the younger curse in amazement then whine, “How come you get all the good clients, it's your shoulders isn’t it? They’re broad and manly, makes you look intimidating and if you wear the glasses you look extra smart and scholarly,” he stated, but he could hear the jealousy ring out clear. There wasn’t much he could do to help the younger - who was in no financial troubles of his own, he made more than enough to sustain himself, come to terms with the situation. He had auditioned to be her date as well but she hadn’t chosen him or Wonho which had surprised everyone.

“I don’t know why she is paying me this much, it doesn’t make sense,” Shownu said with a sigh then sat back in the navy arm chair then pushed a hand through his hair before setting the papers on the table in front of him. “She must have something to prove to someone, price tag must be an incentive to do well; it’s a good thing I decided to do research isn’t it then?” he spoke with a shrug as he looked at Changkyun who was still pouting as he looked to his colleague.

The party wasn’t until Friday but he still had to meet with her and talk to her before he could even begin to prepare for the night. He’d need to know what she was wearing so he could match in a fashionable manner, he’d need to know what the party was for and how she’d like him to dress so he didn’t look anything but the part she wanted him to play. He waited at the cafe sipping his drink, he hoped she would show up soon because he didn’t have all day to spend preparing for this party.

“Shownu?” her voice was meek and quiet as she placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned and smiled at her then nodded making her sigh with relief as she sat down across from him, “I’m so relieved you’re here - your profiles said you were punctual but I was worried this was all some sort of scam,”

A small laugh passed through his lips and he shook his head, “No, this is very much real,” he assured her then pushed the other cup of coffee in front of her, “I got this for you,”

“Oh, you didn’t have to but thank you,” she said to him softly then ran a hand through her hair before pulling out a folder, “So this is all the information you asked for on the company and the event we’re going to - if you need anything else feel free to call me about it,”

He had to say he was impressed with the size of the folder but he knew he could read through it in no time - he’d learned the best way to quick read when it came to business parties. It was almost a skill he should put down on his resume but he never did. “This is great, I’ll read over this tonight, do you have your dress picked out yet?” he asked her. This was important, to play the part of a date he had to look the part - and if they matched, the more people who would assume the pair were actually together.

For a moment she looked shocked, “My dress? I was just going to wear a black one from my closet,” she told him offhandedly and suddenly he realized what he’d gotten his hands onto. This young woman hadn’t even touched her money from the company, she still dressed like she was a freshman in college and she seemed far too shy to own a business so he smiled.

“You should buy something new for the party, you want to show that you’re proud to have this job you need to look the part,” he said to her raising a brow as he looked her over, “A plum colored dress would suit you well, something fitting to your body no more than two inches from your knee.”

Shownu had a knack for just knowing what women would look good in, perhaps he spent far too much time thinking about it because every woman who reserved him just wasn’t wearing something that flattered their body type. He remembered when he’d help a random girl out at the store once, he’d picked everything down to the type of shoes she should be wearing with the outfit; she looked stunning. “Trust me on this,” he said to her, “Tight fitting would be best, or something with a belt around the waist,”

She looked a bit unsure about what he was saying, and he wondered if she had ever worn anything to fit her position before, “Alright, I’ll take your word for it,” she spoke with a sheepish smile, “I’m not even sure how I got this job, I just graduated college with a business degree and suddenly my dad died,” she huffed looking more annoyed that he was dead than sad which was something that shocked him. “This wasn’t the life I wanted for me, so I don’t really know what I’m doing - just following the twenty year plan my dad had set on the desk and going with it,”

It was then he understood why she hired him, he was a good listener that was on his list of traits which is obviously what she needed right now. Everyone was doubting her, and he needed to make sure her confidence didn’t plummet anymore than it already had - she’d be a whole new person by the time he was done with her, with her consent that is. He didn’t know how long they’d sat there and talked, just about nothing in particular but by the time she had to leave he had a good sense of who she was; it made him comfortable going into this arrangement.

As he walked back into the office where he usually worked when he wasn’t out with a client he could hear the chatter amongst the others in the building quiet when they saw him, “What was she like?” Changkyun asked suddenly making him jump a little.

“As expected, inexperienced in most things,” he said shaking his head before holding the folder, “I have studying to do - keep quiet, alright?”

The younger gave him a salute then continued his conversation with Hyungwon as they made their way to another room. Sometimes he wondered if this job was worth it, the long hours the women staring him down and wishing they were on his arm. Some guys might think that it would be a dream job but when all someone expected out of you was to be flawless; it got harder.

After he’d finished reading the entire packet he nodded, he knew more than enough to get him through the party. The event itself was a charity event, and it was for a fantastic cause that she’d chosen all on her own which he was excited to hear about because this would look good on her name. There would be large investors there, and he knew instantly that this was what she’d wanted him for. Shownu couldn’t blame her for wanting someone who was good with people around, it’d ease the tension, he knew just when and how to do it for that made a whole world of a difference.

The night of the party he actually found that for the first time in about a year he had sweaty palms, tonight was a big deal - not just for him but for her as well. Making a good impression could make her a repeat customer, and that wasn’t only good for him but for the escort company he worked with. He smoothed out the blazer he was wearing as he waited for her to open the door, when he saw her open the door he was floored; she looked perfect. “So you actually listened,” he spoke hiding his surprise with an amused smile and a teasing tone making her roll her eyes then smile in return.

“Turns out you were right, plum happens to be my shade; learn something new every day,” her voice had a playful tone to it as she finished fastening her earrings in then grabbed her purse, “I’m ready when you are,”

He had been so entranced by her he’d nearly forgotten why he was there, her dress was plum just like he’d told her, it curved to fit every part of her body making him nearly lose his breath. There were sleeves made of lace covering her arms, the dress didn’t touch her knees, and the black heels were the perfect touch and suddenly part of him had been wishing that he’d have been coming for the usual causing him to push the thought from his mind.

Her company was important to her, and for some reason he found that he cared what people thought of her and wanted her to succeed as the CEO. “Then we should head out now, I brought my car but we can take yours if you want to,” he offered motioning to his car. It was a basic black blazer - he’d just had it detailed so every curve of the car was clean except some minor dust that had blown onto it while he’d been driving.

“Your car is fine,” her voice sounded and she took his arm - he almost jumped but he looked down and smiled at her before walking with her to his car. It hit him as he opened the car door for her, she smelt nice like cinnamon and coffee - two of his favorite things.

“You look beautiful by the way,” he mentioned as she sat herself in the passenger seat, he felt happy about the way her cheeks flushed at the compliment and he shut the door making his way around to the driver seat. When he shut his door all he could smell was her, she was intoxicating in a way he hadn’t expected. When he started the car he turned down the radio so it was barely even playing then began to drive, “Are there people there that you’re particularly worried about?”

He saw her face screw up in concentration, then nod, “Yes, there are a couple who might try to outwit us both, there is Garth Sanders he is an investor from overseas he thinks quite a lot about himself; he was going to get the business if I turned it down,” [y/n] spoke as she looked at him then back at the road as he drove making him nod a little.

“I’ll make sure to show him up a couple times then, anyone else?” Shownu questioned, wanting nothing more than to make her feel comfortable about tonight as it was plainly obvious she was nervous. The way her eyebrows knitted together occasionally as she concentrated on keeping a placid expression, “relax, alright?” he spoke placing his hand over hers with a reassuring smile, “I’m going to make sure tonight goes just fine, you don’t have to worry,”

He saw her face relax a little and he continued to drive keeping his hand on hers smiling a little to himself when she laced her fingers with his - it was probably comforting to have a level head. He was suddenly happy she had chosen him, another good choice would have been Hyungwon but he was almost always booked; everyone else specialized in driving women wild. Kihyun was too nervous in situations like this and would most likely end up spilling the secret to his mother’s favorite recipe before talking about the charity. Shownu pulled up outside of the venue of the charity event leaving the car running as a man came around to park it for him, he was given a tag and he stuffed it into his pocket before offering her his arm.

“This is it, it’s going to go just fine,” he reminded her and she actually looked like she believed him, a wave of calm came over him as they walked into the building together. Immediately people began greeting them, She introduced him as a good friend of hers; the older woman's eyes would sparkle at the word friend and he knew they figured they were something else. Watching her interact with investors he began to even wonder why she needed his help, maybe it was a sense of security to know she had someone to fall back on. When he was asked a question he was obvious that the man expected him to fall flat on his ass, but he’d done more than enough research on this charity to do the exact opposite.

“The charity [y/n] chose is a very prestigious one, a noble cause if I ever saw one as well - giving back to those in need when you have the privilege to do so only seems right. The youth in the community are the future, they’ll be our doctors, nurses, scientists, lawyers,” he trailed off sure the guy got the idea, “ending youth homelessness is probably one of the best causes, keeping them off the streets lowers crime rates, addiction, teen pregnancy - there are far more benefits than there are downfalls,”

The way she looked at him then nearly made him stop breathing but he just flashed her his trademark smile, “I can’t think of any other way I’d spend my money, giving back to the community is pretty responsible don’t you think?” he asked him as he fixed his glasses, the quiet seemed to make him understand - these people didn’t know what the charity was for, here he was over prepared and they hadn’t even bothered to read the pamphlet as they walked through the door. For some reason this angered him, this was very noble cause, the amount of publicity alone could ease the youth homeless rate by a third - if not more.

“I agree, it is very important,” was all the older man had to say and he could do nothing but smirk to himself. He couldn’t place why but he loved when he proved his point to people, or he caught them in a lie even if it was just withholding something.

He felt her squeeze his arm, “We’re going to get something to drink,” she said and nodded her head to them respectfully but when they were a safe distance away he heard her laughter. It was pure, and unfiltered the way her head tilted back and the angelic noise reached his ears - albeit a little loud it didn’t deter the smile the curved his face.

“Did you see his face?” [y/n] spoke with excitement lacing her tone, “he looked like he was about to vomit from the amount of knowledge he didn’t have on the charity - what a dick,” her tone changed to an annoyed on and he couldn’t help but gaze down at her, she looked cute with the vindictive smirk on her lips. She looked like someone who could handle anything that came her way, and he knew that by the end of the night he would make sure she absolutely could handle anything.

Shownu leaned down so he was closer to her, “It seems like your investors have no idea why we’re here to begin with, suppose you should let them know this is a charity event - that would be kind wouldn’t it?” he said to her jokingly as he looked at her, “It’s not like you gave them a pamphlet at the door or anything,”

[Y/n] scoffed then smiled as she turned her head to look at him and her expression faltered as her eyes caught his, the way she stared at him made him suddenly realize that he wanted her more than he had a minute ago. The unsure expression on top of how she looked, and her laugh - he knew tonight was far from over, but he knew where he wanted it to end. The night to both of their surprise was going by quite quickly and the amount of money being raised was far more than either of them had expected; she had promised to match the amount with her own money, right now it looked like she was out almost one million dollars; but the smile on her face told him she wasn’t the slightest bit concerned.

He was sat next to her at a table after they had eaten their meal, he placed his hand on her knee as they spoke with another couple who had sat themselves with them. They were pleasant enough but he couldn’t get his mind off her, he felt her leg twitch when he began to move his fingertips over the skin. He smiled as he looked at her then sipped his wine, he could feel her tense under his touch as his hand moved higher up her thigh causing her hand to move to his discreetly but to his surprise she didn’t stop him more she pressed his hand firmly against her skin instead of ripping it off.

Every so often he would slide his hand a bit high and squeeze her thigh while making casual conversation with whomever happened to be sitting with them at the time, he noticed she was awful quiet and looked at her. Her cheeks were pink, from the champagne or arousal he wasn’t sure but he hoped it was the latter, her eyes moved to his and he smirked at the dark look in them - her eyes were blown darker than they had been when they arrived he knew then she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Every touch was electrifying, her own hand was now on his knee but he knew if they kept this up walking out of here was going to be embarrassing for them both.

“Are you okay, [y/n]? You look a little flushed, should I get you home?” he asked as he touched her cheek and frowned in mock concern.

The woman across the table smiled, “Oh dear, looks like she had too much to drink,” she chuckled, “Well deserved for such a hard working woman - why don’t you go ahead head home for the night, I’m sure Jinyoung doesn’t mind closing the event for you; you’ve had a long few days - go relax,”

She looked shocked for a moment then nodded a little, he removed his hand from her thigh smoothing her dress before they stood, he said his goodbyes to them then led her to the front of the building so they could retrieve his care. “If you think tonight is over - you’ve got another thing coming,” he said to her after leaning down to cup her face as they waited for his car to be brought to them, his thumbs stroked her cheeks and he pressed a soft kiss to her lips then stood straight as his car pulled up, “come on,”

Shownu opened the passenger seat door for her and shut it once she was tucked inside making his way to the other side, he tipped the valet and thanked him for parking his car carefully. The right home was particularly quiet but whenever he glanced at her eyes were locked on her lap and her cheeks still flushed, “Do you want to do this? I didn’t mean to make it sound like you had no choice,” he spoke suddenly, he swore he saw her jump.

Before he knew it she was stumbling over her words then groaning, “I want it to happen, I just. This wasn’t part of … they said you didn’t do this - not that I was going to get it, but now -”

He held a hand up and chuckled; she was nervous. Again the girl from the cafe was back and he liked hearing her ramble but more than anything he just wanted her to be calm with him, there was nothing to be scared of with him. “We can take this as slow as you want,” he said to her as he pulled up to house, “we don’t even have to do anything if you don’t want to but I very much want to,”

Admitting that to her took a surprising amount of strength and the shocked look on her face told him everything he needed to know; she was insecure in her looks, her job, and everything about herself - he’d put an end to that tonight even if it were the last time her saw her. He climbed out of the car making his way to her side but she’d managed to get out already, and he walked with her to the front door. Fumbling with her keys she managed to unlock the door pushing her way inside, and he followed closely behind her. Shutting the door behind them Shownu gripped her waist pulling her back flush against his chest, his breath his her neck forcing her to shiver at the warmth.

He couldn’t recall one time in his career where he’d been as eager to be with a client as he was right now, in reality he knew this wasn’t even part of the package deal she’d paid for. Normally clients would have to be a returning customer in order to have this kind of intimacy with him, but for some reason he couldn’t take his mind off how he wanted to run his fingers and mouth over every inch of her body. Shownu felt her hands be placed over his own as she leaned back into his body, his lips placed small kissed over the exposed skin of her neck his tongue tasted her skin as he went. He moved his hands to the zipper on her dress, “When I saw you open the door… I hoped you’d just want to skip the event, but it makes this so much more worth it,” he groaned as he pulled it down the smooth flesh of her back becoming exposed to him. He ran his fingers over the skin then leaned down to press his mouth over it, nipping, licking and touching every piece of skin he could get a hold of.

“Enough talking,” she whispered softly, her voice was soft - he almost hadn’t heard her at first. She turned around and from his position he had to look up at her, “Take me to my room,” it sounded like a demand, so he picked her up wrapping her legs around his waist following her directions then tossing her on the bed. He pulled off his blazer then loosened his tie, “C’mere,” she beckoned him with the curve of her finger, a wild look in her eyes; one he’d been dying to see since he’d he laid his eyes on her. He pulled the tie off and tossed it to the floor making his way over to the bed bringing his body over hers that was clad in classic white bra and underwear. His lips captured hers as he held himself over her, laying her back onto the plush comforter his hands coming to her hair so he pulls it out of the braid that she’d had it in. The kiss was passionate and slow, which was how he anticipated on making their night together. He wasn’t like Changkyun or Wonho who had rushed multiple sessions with several orgasms back to back - he was going to make sure he took his time, driving her to the edge more than once before letting her have her release.

He found himself fighting the urge to just take her, something he’d never felt with anyone else - his hands were all over her exposed skin, when he pulled his lips away from hers he took in her disheveled appearance. Her lips were red from the force of his kiss, and her eyes glazed over with a look of desire - need embedded deep within her. He removed her bra easily when she arched her back, his mouth attached to her neck trailing wet kisses to her breasts his hands still on either side of her as his tongue teased over the peaks of her nipples. Using one hand he teased the opposite side procuring moans from her that made his cock strain against his pants, he nibbled on the sensitive flesh his lips moving slowly down her body - dotting pink marks down her navel.

“Shownu,” her voice was breathless and he closed his eyes at the sound it was music to his ears. On his knees in front of her he pushed her thighs apart, and he was pleased that he could see just how much she wanted this, he hooked his fingers on the sides of her panties dragging them down her legs. “You don’t -,” she trailed off when he looked up at her.

“I don’t what?” he asked softly as he placed a kiss to each of her hips, his eyes never leaving hers, “I want to, may I?” as if the question had sent her to cloud nine she laid back on the bed with her eyes closed - that was all the answer he needed, he placed her legs over his shoulders then began slow. He didn’t know when the last time she’d been with anyone was, he knew that if he did things right he could bring her to the edge like this and then push her over in a matter of an hour. His tongue ran over her heat, her body jolted slightly and he started slow, placing small kisses over her folds before using his fingers to open her to him. He used his tongue over her, working it around her sensitive bundle of nerves not wanting to get right to the point, and after five minutes he could tell she was getting impatient. Bringing the nub into his mouth her moans echoed off the walls - he’d never felt this turned on simply by going down on a woman; he’d never want to do this with anyone else at this rate - she was going to ruin him.

When heard her breaths coming in gasps and her moans increasing in frequency and sound - her thighs were trembling and he knew she was close. Pulling his mouth away he began to insert one finger inside of her. A low moan escaped them both and he licked his lips as he watched her face, he started slow - preparing her for what was to come. The last thing he needed was to accidentally hurt her, Shownu wasn’t massive by any means but he was above average in that department that people seemed to think mattered most.

“Please don’t tease,” her voice whispered, her body shook and he pulled away all contact then brought his lips to hers. Suddenly she was pulling at his button up shirt, “you’re overdressed,” she told him and he shrugged it off letting it fall to the bed. He pulled off the tank top that he’d wore under it. Her hands were frantically working on his belt, and he never once removed his lips from hers - keeping the kiss at a even slower pace than before. It was harder than he had anticipated to keep his hands in one spot, he heart his belt his the wood of her floor, and he groaned into her mouth when she palmed over his erection confined by his pants.

Her eyes lit up at the sound, “We should take these off,” she murmured unbuttoning his pants, it didn’t take long for him to kick them off leaving her naked under him only clothed in his boxers. Again her hand rubbed over the bulge making his eyes roll back into his head, he was painfully hard - he was sure he wouldn’t take long with how things were going at this rate. Shownu didn’t waste any time removing his boxers, she looked down and he saw her smile a little gripping him in her hand stroking slowly. His head fell onto her shoulder, his hips thrusting forward into her hand.

“Won’t last long if you keep it up,” his voice was rough, and he looked at her, “do you have condoms?”

[Y/N] nodded then reached over to the nightstand - he always found it convenient when they had them there he had to be honest - he would have done this without one but only for her. He watched her rip it open then he sat up, she did the same and rolled the latex onto his length - he nearly whined at the contact he brought her mouth to his to distract himself as he laid her back down. Her hands were everywhere, down his sides, his back - grabbing at his ass as she whined for him to take her. The sounds coming from her as he kissed her were everything he wanted to hear, he lifted her legs up onto his waist as he positioned himself against her.

“I’ll go slow,” he murmured against her lips, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her - but she was wet enough that she might not even notice how big he was. He pressed himself in slowly, he heard her gasp breaking the kiss he watched her face for any sign of pain as he eased himself inside of her. A low moan erupted from him as he felt her around him, she tapped his arms encouraging him to move - her hips rocking under his for some kind of relief. He pulled back slowly and pushed back moans falling from both their lips; it felt like forever but he knew neither of them could have lasted that long. Both teetering on the edge of release it was almost painful to keep going he began to pick up his pace thrusting harder into her forcing the bed to creak under the pressure.

Her moans were almost nonexistent now but her face was screwed up in pleasure and the consistent “don’t stops” were all the assurance he needed as he buried himself into her repeatedly, suddenly he felt it the tiny quakes beginning inside of her. Then they were pulsating around his length, taking him for all he was worth he began to thrust harder into her racing for his release sweat forming on his forehead as he brought his mouth to hers swallowing the moans the came from her. When he came it was nothing like what he’d felt before, for the first time in years he felt as if he might pass out from exertion, he lazily thrust until he was satisfied pressing small kisses to her face.

A giggle came from her making him smile a little as he rolled onto his back then drew her into his arms, “Are you okay?” he asked softly as he stroked her hair gently, she looked at him incredulously.

“I’m fantastic,” [y/n] spoke with a smile then brought his lips back to hers gently, he could tell she’d want more but he was spent - he’d make it up to her in the morning. He’d never been so exhausted after sex before, the more he looked at her the more he wished he didn’t have to leave in the morning, to go back to reality; this wasn’t a relationship as much as he wished it was - as much as he wished she could be his.

As he looked at her he decided on a chance, “can I see you again? Outside of this...arrangement?” his voice was quiet, he didn’t know how she’d react. He assumed she’d just hired him for his body and his scholarly appearance not for any kind of substantial relationship.

“I’d like that.. Yeah,” her voice was quiet a tint of pink still on her lips as she relished in the afterglow of her orgasm, he brought her lips to his again savoring what tasted like a real future.

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Torture to those who have it coming

Author: Dreaming While Awake Universe Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Pairing: Dark Will x Reader Prompt: The reader is a famous person who knows Will lightly through social media, ignores him as a bet with a friend. Which leads to this unfortunate turn of events to envelop. Words: 2674 Warnings: torture, needles, syringes, knife, cutting, organs A/N: I originally wrote it with other characters for a friend then adapted it for my newly found obsession - Hannibal fandom. Tried experimenting with Dark Will's character as he is a fascinating mind capable of strong feelings and acting upon them.

It was a regular day, no different from any other. Except, in a way, it wasn’t. Not that Y/N knew that yet. She did not anticipate anything happening to her, not in reality, maybe in her dreams or thoughts, but never surpassing the barrier of dreamland. The surprise was still waiting to present itself. Wrapped in ribbon, with a bow on top. People often think of fate or consequences of their actions. Although not expecting judgement day to come, sometimes the anxiety and anticipation is there, lurking in the shadows, whispering, haunting. Now some people believe in karma, natural balance of things, but very often those actions denoting retribution are done by other people on their own will. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing per se, only that laws and human morality denies the pleasure of punishing those who wrong us.

No matter of the size of the act that feels like betrayal, the emotion’s intensity matters most and it is the most common initiator of action for vengeance, violence. The mind gets blinded with hate, needing something, anything to fill that void. Especially in the face of someone ignoring you, and when you know it is done on purpose, by choice, it infuriates you. Makes your blood boil with hatred. All other feelings and emotions become meaningless and you are left with the only decision at that moment. Act upon your instinct? Or keep it to yourself until it passes. But it never truly goes away, does it?

There was this man, William Graham. Still youthful and filled with energy. As of many of blooming adults, his emotions and importance of other people’s attention and acceptance were significant to him. It’s only natural for one to seek acknowledgment from those who seem to matter. In their own world, of course. But no matter what the reality might be, it hurts the same. The pain is the same, the influence… The exact same. Little does anyone know how much their actions can make people do certain things. How persuasive they can be without actually realizing it. And not to their own benefit, I’m afraid.

So there it was, a simple, ordinary day. Weather’s a bit dim, people are caught up in their own thoughts, having their own problems circling around, tightening their necks. And then there’s Y/N. Unsuspecting, living her life, having everything, as it seems, in its place. Life and career going smoothly, acceptance from people, appreciation from those who listen, truly listen to her work. It’s only natural to get lost in the comfort of our surroundings, not ever needing to think of ‘what ifs’. Playing life like it was given for granted. When in reality, every word, every little action sets off a butterfly effect.

Asleep for an afternoon nap, comfortable, unaware, unexpecting. That’s screen perfect moment to attack and assault someone, isn’t it? What’s more fun than seemingly set play? Setting a better one, perfect for the ideas and cravings fueled by pure anger. Quietly sneaking closer, being unnoticed, unheard, not alarming anyone. A sudden stab of a needle to the artery. A concoction to knock out a person… For a short period of time, that is. Possible struggle to drag the body, but with help? It’s easier. Careful to not be seen by anyone around, not causing suspicion. Taking the almost lifeless body to a specifically prepared space. A basement of torture of sorts. At least for this evening, for this occasion. Carefully decided details, equipment, tools. The person, still unsuspecting, strapped to the table, hands, feet cuffed, secured. Checked multiple times, no mistakes can be made. It wouldn’t be acceptable. There’s only one and single chance. The room has no windows, the walls are isolated from any sound leakage. Anything that happens inside, stays there. And whatever is happening outside the walls? Continues existing without any grasp of the nature of cruelty inside. If a photo was made of how this scene looked, one would think of a hospital, professionally prepared operation room, tools in place, sanitary, white and green. Except the surgery that is still to be done will not be of healing to the patient on the table. Rather, a divine intervention, saving the soul of the one taking action. Time was ticking away, the subject on the table started breathing quicker, out of sleep. Consciousness coming back. Eyes fluttering, trying hard to bring life to their owner. Mind still fuzzy, like after a nap that took too long, leaving us confused, uncertain where, when, or even, what are we.

Her eyes slowly coming back to functioning, taking in what’s around. And for the first time, the confusion is justified. Because nothing was recognisable. She had no fucking idea where she is or how she got there. When she noticed a familiar face. Still not able to put a name to it. Body aching, trapped. Fear flowing through her, blood rushing to her brain evoking fight-or-flight instinct. But no luck there, when you are strapped to a table, neither you can punch, nor run.

“Hello, Y/N.” A firm, calm voice echoed in the room.

Her eyes glued to the ones observing her, cold sweat drowning her body. Not sure if it would be a smart decision to initiate a conversation. Even if she tried, it felt like her tongue is stuck in her dry mouth. Possibly not able to emit a sound. She tried sitting up, getting off that table however he could. But there was no way. Hands above her head, feet… Securely tightened. Even her neck had its own belt holding her down. Should she scream for help? Unlikely such a well conducted environment meant a mind behind it would be stupid enough to make a grave error like allowing her yelps to reach anybody.

“Well well well… Feeling uncomfortable? Don’t worry… much.” A sinister tone in his voice, a tool of some sort in his hands. “I understand your state of confusion, fear of what’s to come. Be sure, nothing you imagine is as bad as what my mind can think of.” His eyes burning with emotion, confident posture, slowly walking towards her.

“Tell me, what are you most afraid of, Y/N?” He shifts his gaze to the ceiling, trying to imagine possible ways to induce terror to this girl in front of him. Never actually taking his attention away from her. That would be inconsiderate to deny her of his full focus.

“Not feeling like talking? Oh, wait, how rude of me.” He chuckles lowly. “My name is Will. Rings a bell? Or do you need reminding?” A slight smirk playing on his face. A scalpel in his grasp being lightly tapped onto the other hand.

Her eyes widen, still not certain who is she dealing with… when it hit her. It’s him. Y/N never thinks much when talking to people, heck, she has lots of friends and acquaintances. Some very close and dear to her, some less. A couple are for fun. Many many she ignores. Natural, being famous and well-known comes with a price of a certain amount of attention seeking fans and admirers. But he was different. It didn’t mean much, at first, she randomly picked people to talk to, converse over stuff that seemed intriguing. There were less to choose from anyway. And there he was, having stuff in common, being casual, chatting. Throughout years, he never stopped. Not that she would complain about it. No. But people are peculiar creatures. They get bored, they think of ways to make anything a game. What was there to lose? A virtual relation with someone? A small price to pay for experimenting with people. Until you mess with the wrong ones. It was merely a bet with her band mate. To keep checking, looking at everything he provided. To see how long would this man put effort to reach out, connect, talk. Well, everything has a price tag. Sometimes, even your own head might be served on a plate.

“It’s you.” That’s all her hoarse voice could manage to get out. Eyes flickering, mind trying to find a plan, any plan. Nothing. Empty.

A quiet laugh fills the room. “Nice to meet you too. It all could’ve been in better circumstances, but… you know, it pretty much is all on you, for what this had to come to.” His eyes rolled. “Okay, yeaah, maaaybe I could’ve spared the theatrical entrance and, well, all this.” He beckons around the room. “But you have to admit, it’s at the very least cool and freaking WORTH IT.” His last words loud, screeching, full of hurt.

Someone is rummaging in close perimeter. Someone else is in the room? How worse can this get. Y/N’s eyes wander around the room until she notices a small camera. Great. This will be recorded and kept. Though maybe it could become evidence after it’s done. Leverage to… Then a dark thought coursed through her brain. Is she getting out of this alive?

Will’s actions were swift, and well prepared. A knife exchanged the place of the scalpel in his hands. He moved quickly, the fabric covering her chest, abdomen… cut right in the middle. There’s no need to cover that flesh anymore. Not in here. After it was all shredded off, the knife dug into the skin of her neck, not stabbing, not even cutting, only held against the sweaty skin. The horror in her eyes was already paying off the tortures she incited to him throughout the years of silence.

“Not so tough and cool anymore, huh?” A spark in William’s eyes made it uncertain whether he was enjoying the therapeutic action of seeking vengeance or he was loving the torture on its own. “We’re just getting started, so don’t faint on me, I need your opinion on this.”

The mysterious someone in the room brought syringes full of different kinds of liquids. That person was wearing a mask and clear suit, careful to not leave any evidence of their presence here. “They’re all different, you won’t know their effect or what they are until you inject her with any of them. My personal concoctions of terror, if you may.” There was no need to see the face, the sly smirk could be heard in the voice.

“Wonderful.” That’s all Will had to say. And all Y/N was thinking was how did something so seemingly innocent and insignificant bring her to this nightmare.

He took away the knife from her hyperventilating body. Set it aside for now. “Eenie meenie miny moe… Ah, the blue one it is.” He took the syringe, carefully letting the air bubbles out.

His soft hand caressed her arm, tightly grabbing just below the wrist. The vein was very visible which only made the process easier. The needle was soon under Y/N's skin, pushing the burning liquid in her bloodstream. A growling scream echoed.

“So this one was the instant pain one, nice.” A proud face staring down to the girl. “Now you should be extremely sensitive to any touch, nib, or squeeze.”

With those words Will leaned down to peck her cheek, almost giving the feel of a gangster's kiss before the execution of the receiver. Or Judas’ deathly smooch. Without more foreplay he turns around to grab a soft material. Of all the choices, why something fluffy and sweet?

Y/N did not realise she did not have her clothes on anymore apart from her underwear. Will’s hands slowly lowered the cloth closer to the girl’s body. The slight touch, caressing her skin made her squirm and whine. “I told you anything will hurt. Imagine that was a knife cutting you.”

His right hand was suddenly placed around her neck. She suddenly was very aware of the nails digging into her skin. After tightening his grasp he let go and dragged his claws down along the middle causing the skin to redden and stay marked. A scream muffled by his other hand stuffing her mouth with that same cloth from before.

“This is getting a bit boring, pick a colour?” He lift up couple of syringes smiling like giving a child a choice of candies. Y/N's eyes nervously shift, a neon colour catching her gaze.

“Oh don’t worry, darling, it’s not radioactive, my friend just loves a touch of drama, I mean, not that I don’t, obviously, considering everything that you see around you.” His dark giggles send shivers down her spine. “But if you insist, we’ll try this one.”

In a blink of an eye he stabs the enormous needle right to her heart, not only setting the effect of the liquid, but also striking a shock-like reaction from the puncture alone. If she wasn’t strapped to the table, her seizure might’ve made her fall and crack her skull. Nevertheless, the fun shall carry on.

He slapped her face several times getting her mind back to her body. “Stay awake, baby, wouldn’t want you missing out.” A soft caring voice spoke coupled with a dark evil pair of eyes staring deep into her soul.

Y/N's body was uncontrollably shaking, it felt like the temperature suddenly fell tens of degrees below freezing. All she wanted was to curl up into a ball, find solace in her own embrace, get warmth. But that wasn’t an option she had.

William was busy at her tool station, picking and choosing with what to play next. It might be time for operation. He gave her anesthetics. “You will need this not to feel anything if I want you to not lose your consciousness from the agonizing pain.”

The next thing she saw was that same scalpel. She felt it gently touching her skin until she felt nothing anymore. She saw blood. Was it hers? Stupid question, who else’s could it have been? It must be hers. But she didn’t feel any pain. Her head a bit woozy, but she was fighting hard to not faint. Will unbelted Y/N’s neck for her to see what was being done to her body. Y/N lift up her head curious to know how many cuts he made. Her face froze. It wasn’t just cuts. Her abdomen was opened. Her insides presented to the outside world.

“Now let me see if you are truly missing one organ. It should have told you that what you were doing, or, well, more like not doing, was wrong. Do you have your heart, Y/N? Because I am already certain your brain doesn’t function as it should, because you didn’t realise how stupid your actions had been.” His hand reached in, maneuvering inside, feeling the warm working mechanism of the body. Soon enough he touched the rhythmical beating motor. The pace was increasing. At first, his touch was soft and mindful. Then the grasp was firm and there was a satisfaction written all over Will’s face.

“What a surprise, I found it, then, you should know now, what I want as a gift from you. It won’t cost you anything. Easy.”

Y/N’s breathing was erratic, her body being exposed was ready to shut down, she could hear her heartbeat ringing loudly in her ears. Two more seconds and she’s out cold. System’s shutdown. Darkness overtakes.

A sudden hitch of breath. A sting of mind, wakening like from a nightmare. Eyes open widely, mouth dry and sore. Y/N shivers hugging herself and rubbing her arms to regain warmth.

“It was all a dream, just a dream, calm down, Y/N…” She tries to lull herself.

Then an excruciating pain runs down the middle of her body. She curls up whining, almost crying for help. She lifts up her shirt to find stiches.

“Oh.my.fucking.god.” Her face left with horror, making her wish nothing more but a nightmare instead of the hellish reality she has to continue living with.

A lesson was taught, every action requires a reaction and no one is safe from the consequences of one’s foolishness.

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