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hannibals-favourite-meal · 10 months ago

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I was wondering if I can request a sam Winchester x fem reader smut and fluff, where maybe he's an alpha and he and Dean are out hunting or something and maybe they get ambushed but then are saved by omega reader, and Sam is head over heels for her from the beginning, but she is unsure cause of comments in her past saying that's she's weak or something and then maybe after a while he asks her out on a date and it goes well and they keep seeing each other and eventually smut

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Alpha!Sam Winchester x omega! plus size reader

When a mysterious hunter swoops in and saves the Winchesters at the last second, Sam falls in love at first sight but she’s been hurt by alphas like him before.

Warnings: smut, a/b/o, angst, monster death, canon typical violence, injuries, parental abuse/neglect (not just for the Winchesters), mention of parental death, consent checks, oral (m and f receiving), no penetration, confessions, sort of mutual pining, he falls HARD

WC: 6.1k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

The coppery smell of blood was now almost permanently etched into Sam’s mind. He had smelt blood straight from a wound and even blood that was weeks old but nothing had ever smelt like this before. The scent was so thick he could practically taste it. He gagged on the stale air silently, still cautious of how much noise he was making.

The walls of the abandoned warehouse were painted a rusty brown and when Sam looked closer, he immediately shut his eyes, trying to repress his nausea- it was dried blood, caked on so thick it looked like paint. His grip on the machete in his hands tightened until his knuckles were a deathly white.

Get in. Take out the vamps. Get out. He repeated to himself as he continued his journey into the heart of the nest.

From what he and Dean had predicted there were, at most, 6 vamps in the nest. And while normally that number would constitute calling in backup, Sam’s rut was only a few days away so he had the strength of three grown (and frustrated) men so they went in alone.

Sunlight leaked through the boarded up windows, providing the only illumination to guide his way. Vaguely, he could hear his brother’s footsteps from the other side of the otherwise silent building. Soon, the hall opened up before him, revealing a huge room absolutely full of bodies, both dead and undead.

His heart pounded in his ears as panic quickly overtook him. Their calculations were very very wrong- there were close to a dozen vampires littered around the room, each with at least three drained corpses around them. His hazel eyes went wide as he caught sight of Dean, only now entering the room on the other side.

He saw as Dean’s chest hitched, the situation dawning on him. They made eye contact and with an almost investable nod to each other, then slowly began to back out of the room. Even with Sam’s temporary strength, there was no possible way they could kill that many vamps safely.

His whole body was tense, both rearing for a fight and ready to run at a moment’s notice.

Clang!

The pipe appeared from thin air, practically materialising before him just as Sam put his foot down. The metal spun away from him before he realised what was happening and slammed into the hollow siding of the hallway.

Everything froze and Sam held his breath. “Looks like we got some fresh meat boys!” He cursed under his breath and spun around just quickly enough to see the vamps rising to their feet, eyes blazing with bloodlust.

The plastic handle of his machete suddenly seemed incredibly slippery as Sam readjusted his grip on the weapon. They couldn’t kill this many vamps at once and they certainly couldn’t outrun them but they definitely weren’t going down without a fight.

Debris crunched under his heel as Sam planted his feet, his pupils contracted to a pin drop and his chest rumbled with a deep growl. His scent turned sour with his fury. “Bring it.”

His blade whistled as it slashed through the air, easily biting into the neck of the first vamp. Its head separated cleanly but Sam’s follow through was too long and quickly, the second darted towards him, razor sharp teeth bared.

With a snarl, he planted a hand on its chest and shoved the monster back, giving him just enough room to plant the blade into its shoulder. It howled in pain but continued to charge forward, yellowing fangs glinting in the low light.

Sam’s shoulder jerked as he pulled the blade back out but before he could complete a second swing, another vamp threw itself towards his legs, quickly knocking him off balance. Fear prickled across his skin as his back slammed into the metal wall. There was a crunch and then pain shot up his right shoulder.

He tried to curse but all that escaped him was a feral growl that echoed through the building. A bulk of the nest now crowded the hallway, each pushing and shoving, trying to get at the hunter. Fangs sliced into his calf as more hands grabbed at him, ripping the blade from his hold.

Just as his desperate struggle to get free seemed fruitless, light filled the hallway and the dark figure of a woman was silhouetted against the afternoon sun. The vamps barely had time to react to the burn of the light before her arm cocked back and she threw a pipe into the middle of the crowd.

As soon as the thick metal hit the dusty ground, it set off an explosion, sending thick almost black liquid all over them. It sunk into their flesh, spreading through them like molten lava. There was a moment where everything froze and then a sound erupted from the vamps.

They screamed in pain as they clawed at their skin. Suddenly Sam was free but it was not his blade that struck down the suffering vamps.

She moved with more grace than he ever thought possible, her own machete almost dancing through the air as she effortlessly operated their heads from their bodies. Within seconds, the warehouse was silent once more, leaving behind only the smell of blood and the most delicious scent Sam had smelled in his life.

Without a word, the hunter wiped her blade clean with the shirt of one of the vamps and slid it back into the sheath strapped to her plump thigh. “You hurt?” But all he could focus on was the little smear of blood on her full cheek, oh how badly did he want to reach out and wipe it away with his thumb.

Her eyebrows scrunched and gave him a once over. “That’s a pretty gnarly bite you got there, can you walk?” She reached a tentative hand to him, quite obviously taking note of the husky scent of his rut, and it was all Sam could do not to snatch it up and press his nose to the pulse point on her wrist.

She easily helped him back to his feet, laying a steadying touch on his toned stomach when he began to sway. His heart flipped and the world shrunk to just her. “Sammy!”

Her head turned to look where his brother’s voice had come, exposing her scent gland to the alpha who couldn’t help but take in a deep breath, eager for another whiff of what he thought his heaven smelled like. Old books, campfire, home.

“Sammy, huh?” She teased, the beginnings of a smile tugging at her lips. His knees buckled. Yet before he could come up with a semi-articulate response, Dean barrelled around the corner, eyes wide and full of fear.

The biting scent of adrenaline came off of him in waves and the mysterious woman immediately cringed, her nose scrunching. Anger flared in Sam’s belly, his alpha screamed at him to pull her away from whatever was causing her such discomfort, even if it was his brother.

As soon as Dean saw Sam, his body sagged with relief. “Shit that was a close one.” He groaned but quickly, his tone changed when he caught sight of the plump woman standing next to his brother. “I see you found a friend, a very attractive one. Dean Winchester, and that is my gigantor baby brother.”

He easily slid up to her, his green eyes hungrily tracing her soft curves before settling on her face. Sam knew that move, he had seen it hundreds of times before but it was only now that he had a problem with it. “Y/N. You boys should know better to take on a whole nest alone.”

Dean actually looked sheepish at her scolding and Sam’s alpha preened. “Strong omega. Perfect mate.” He purred.

“Well, we thought there were less. How the fuck did you kill all of ‘em so quick?” He looked around at the bodies in amazement, giving the one closest to him a kick. The skin where his boot touched crumbled into ash.

“Pipe bomb filled with blessed dead man’s blood.” She replied like it was obvious.

“Blessed?” Sam croaked out. Y/N shivered at the sound of his voice but quickly suppressed it as she spoke again.

“Like how you would bless holy water.” Dean nodded in approval, the hand holding his machete going slack as he forced himself to relax with the danger gone. But Sam still felt incredibly wound up, especially as his brother approached her.

“That was badass, for an omega that is.” Sam didn’t miss the way she flinched, however minute it was.

“Yeah.” She smoothly took a step back from him, her body twisting beautifully as she moved towards the exit. Unconsciously, Sam began to follow. He needed to be close to her, to soothe the ache in his chest.

Dean gave a quizzical look to his brother but he was ignored as Sam limped behind her, his alpha slowly stealing control from him, rut now dangerously close.

“So do you wanna go get a drink with us to celebrate, I think we owe you a round.” But she waved him off as she walked to her slightly busted up truck. He watched the way her hips swayed, the dark material of her jeans perfectly hugging her ass in a way that made Sam’s mouth go dry.

“Bars aren’t my thing. Maybe I’ll catch you another time. Try not to get yourselves killed.” Her machete is thrown into the passenger seat with far more force than necessary, making the hollow siding reverberate as she climbed in after it.

The engine roared to life, quickly breaking Sam from his trance. But before he could even take one step towards the truck, she was gone, leaving behind only echoes of her scent.

——————

She couldn’t stop thinking about that alpha no matter how hard she tried to forget him, even though it had been weeks since the unfortunate encounter. There was just something about the way his big hazel eyes had looked up at her as she saved his life or the sound of his voice. But most of all, his scent was almost seared into her mind, a delicious mixture of gunpowder, pine forest and chocolate.

Never in her life had she smelt something as good as that and it was slowly killing her. Alphas were dangerous, alpha hunters doubly so. They were violent and aggressive and more pigheaded than she ever thought possible, and they hated omegas.

Sure, they liked fucking them but they refused to claim them. Omegas were just rut bunnies, a tool to get off so they could go back to killing monsters. And an omega hunting? She had been laughed out of more hunter bars and backups than she could count. So it was best to just forget him, she didn’t think she could bear it if he was like the others, if he was like his brother.

Y/N swallowed thickly, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. Even his name was pretty, Sam like some guardian angel or an ancient warrior. He was strong and tall and packed with muscle. Her omega constantly reminded her of what a perfect mate he was, how he could provide for her and her pups, how safe he made her feel.

With every mile she drove away, her soul burned, urging her to turn the truck around and drive straight back to him. But her willpower was stronger… for now at least.

But until that day came, she would do what she did best- hunt.

——————

“C’mon Sammy, you’ve been sulking for weeks. She was just an omega!” Sam glared at his brother over top of his beer, the fifth of the night. He couldn’t just forget her, not when he had never met anyone like her before, not when the very thought of her made his heart clench and butterflies fill his stomach.

It had been easy to learn all about her from Bobby and Rufus. They both sung her praises, describing her as immensely intelligent and well versed in all sorts of lore as well as being cunning enough to escape a den of werewolves with only a screwdriver and a half-empty lighter. With every story they told and little fact they divulged, Sam fell even deeper in love with her.

She was an enigma of the best kind.

“You’re being an asshole Dean, what exactly does her presentation have to do with her value as a hunter?”

“Jesus Sammy.” Dean scoffed. “What crawled up your ass and died?” Sam rolled his eyes and stood from the old booth.

“I’m going back to the motel, text me if you aren’t coming back tonight.” He walked out of the bar before he could hear Dean’s protests.

The biting winter air calmed his anger some but that simmering disappointment in his brother was still there. Y/N was not just an omega yet for some fucking reason, no one else agreed. It made his blood boil.

Stuffing his hands into his jacket, Sam began the short walk back to the motel. A part of him wondered if Dean was right, they had only met once and it was for barely ten minutes before she was off again. But so much more of him wondered why she was gone, why they had never seen her before or even heard of her. She was a great hunter so why did no one call her for backup.

With his head down and lost in his thoughts, the tall hunter didn’t notice the familiar truck parked in the spot by his shared room until he almost walked right into it.

The tip of his boots stopped right before the back tire as he gazed at the vehicle in amazement. She was here. His eyes darted along the row of rooms, searching for any indication of where she might be. His pulse sped up as he finally caught a whiff of her dizzying scent.

His heart jumped as he realised that it was coming from the room right next to his, a coincidence that he would be eternally grateful for. Warmth bloomed from his chest as he cautiously raised his hand and knocked on the ancient looking door.

There was a shuffling from the other side and then slowly, the door creaked open. Sam groaned softly as a fresh wave of her scent washed over him. It was raw and overpowering and immediately went to his cock.

Her eyes were bleary with exhaustion as she looked at the alpha on her doorstep. “Sam?” His chest rumbled with a pleased sound at the way she said his name. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m in the room next door.” His eyes wandered down the length of her curvy body which was now only covered by an oversized shirt and some fluffy socks. One of her hands nervously tugged on the hem of the shirt in an attempt to cover more of her naked thighs.

She shuffled her feet nervously as if contemplating something before she stepped to the side. “You can come in if you want.”

There was not an ounce of hesitation in Sam’s mind as he stepped into her room. His chest puffed out in pride at being allowed to enter the omega’s space. She followed behind him after locking the door but still kept her distance. She was obviously wary of him and for the life of him, Sam couldn’t understand why.

An awkward silence settled over the pair, neither one of them knowing how to begin the conversation. She avoided making eye contact as the slightly older hunter forced himself to stop looking at her thick thighs.

“Why-“ “I-“ They both spoke at the same time. Y/N laughed softly under her breath and Sam watched as she finally relaxed, taking a seat at the edge of her bed. His own smile began to grow and took the liberty of sitting opposite her on the arm of the couch.

The room was so small that their knees were barely inches away from each other but neither wanted to move any further away. “Bobby said you had asked about me.” She said bluntly if not a little bashfully. A blush spread across Sam’s face and suddenly he felt incredibly small.

“Yeah I did.” He admitted. “I was curious about you.”

She tilted her head in confusion. “Why?”

Taking a deep breath, he rested his elbows onto his knees, making himself as small as he could. “You just… captured me, I’ve never met a hunter like you before and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted to know more.” She sat straight up as her eyes narrowed.

“You wanted to know how an omega could hunt.” She snarled.

“No! No, you being an omega has nothing to do with it. I asked Bobby because well, I couldn’t believe how clever you were. I mean come on, blessed blood? I don’t think anyone else has come up with that idea. You took out that whole nest by yourself!” He rushed to defend himself. He laid a large palm onto her knee as if that could drive his point home but all it really did was make his mind go blank except for the thought of just how soft her skin was.

Sam expected her to lurch from his touch but to his surprise, Y/N nudged her knee even closer to him, albeit slightly warily. “It wasn’t the whole nest.” She muttered shyly with her head tilted downwards, exposing her collar. Sam’s alpha grumbled happily at the submission but he swallowed the noise down, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

“Even if it wasn’t, we- I would have been dead without you and that’s why I wanted to find you, to learn about you because I wanted to thank you and maybe, get to know you a bit more.” The expression on her face grew more pensive as she looked into his eyes.

“You don’t care that I’m an omega?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I don’t care about that, but that part has nothing to do with you hunting.” His fingers curled into her flesh, sending a fresh wave of her scent through the room. “You being an omega is far from a detriment in my eyes.” His voice dropped lower, becoming husky and laced with arousal.

Her thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand between her warm legs. Sam leaned forward even more, their foreheads almost touching. He watched as her gaze flicked to his lips. “You can’t mean that.” She whispered but it was directed at herself, as if she were trying to remind herself of something.

With his free hand, the alpha gently brushed his fingertips along her jaw before his palm settled against the soft swell of her cheek. “You’ll be like all the other alphas out there.” But still, she leaned closer, resting her forehead against his.

“I promise I’m not.” Her fingers tentatively worked their way into the buttons of his flannel and Sam’s heart skipped a beat. The silence that fell between them now was far from uncomfortable. Y/N took in a deep breath, swallowing down the alpha’s scent before she groaned quietly.

“You wouldn’t stop an omega from hunting?” Sam shook his head. “You wouldn’t force them to be subservient?”

“Never.” He vowed as his lips brushed against her cupid’s bow. Her chest hitched.

“What about claiming?” Sam’s hand skirted higher up her legs until the calloused tips of his fingers disappeared beneath her night shirt. Heat radiated from her core as slick soaked through her thin panties.

Sam was almost delirious with lust and apparently, Y/N was the same. Her pupils were blown wide, the blackness consuming the natural colour of her irises. “Hypothetically?” She nodded, knowing that this conversation was veering into far from hypothetical. “Only when they’re ready, and I will be fine if they never are.”

She smiled widely and just as she leaned forwards to kiss him, there came a pounding on the door. “Sam!! You in there?!” At the sound of Dean’s voice, she threw herself back as if she were a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Sam actually whined as his hands were ripped from her skin. “Yeah Dean.” He growled, quickly standing and shielding her half-naked body through the door was still firmly shut.

“Sheriffs just found another body, we gotta move.” Y/N sat up on the bed, her interest now focused on the case.

“Was it the pawn shop owner’s wife?” She piped up.

There was a pause and then, “Y/N? Damn Sammy, you need an extra 10 minutes? Cause we definitely have time if you do.”

“Dean.” Sam warned, but the omega’s soft touch upon his hand stopped him in his tracks.

Y/N’s eyes blazed with a fire he had never seen before as she lifted herself from the now crumpled bed sheets. Her gaze was hard and firmly set upon the door as if she could see right through it to the idiotic alpha outside. Sam watched as the omega melted away and was replaced by the hardened hunter.

“Go. I’ll catch up with you two later. I have something to take care of.” Sam’s heart dropped to his stomach and he opened his mouth to protest, to insist that she come with them. Not because he thought she needed any sort of protection but that he didn’t think he could bear to be away from her for even a second. But then her glare settled on him.

He tried to turn his wrist to capture her hand in his but she pulled back from him quickly. “You should stay here, where you’re safe.”

He would never admit to it, but Sam cowered, shrinking in upon himself as Y/N’s lip turned downwards. “Go.” She snarled and before he could even comprehend what her sudden change in demeanour meant, Sam was out the door and his alpha howled with shame.

She rejected him and he had no clue how to fix it.

——————

Somehow, through the incredibly awkward tension and the less-than-perfect hunt, all three of the young hunters now found themselves in Bobby’s living room, a heavy air between them.

Y/N nursed a beer and a slightly swollen cheek as well as the angriest look on her face. Even Dean cringed away from her line of sight like a little boy escaping a scolding. “Any of you wanna tell me exactly what happened out there?”

Bobby shoved an ice pack into her awaiting hand before leaning against the desk at the far end of the room. “Just bone-headed alphas getting in my way.” She snarled and took a pull of her drink, her scent now bitter like stale coffee.

“Y/N, now’s not the time.” Bobby sighed, his head dropping between his shoulders. The omega turned her glare to him but he did not falter away like the boys did. “Hunts are always gonna be tough but you gotta work with the cards you’re dealt with and trust your partners. And these boys are the best you could ask for, alphas or not.”

Her growl echoed through the room before she slammed her beer down and stormed off. A bedroom door slammed shut soon after, rocking the foundations of the house. “That girl.” Bobby muttered, shaking his head mournfully.

Sam looked up the stairs longingly, part of him wanting to follow after her but also knowing that doing so might only worsen the already rocky relationship between them.

“What is her deal anyway?” Dean sat forward on the couch, planting his elbows onto his knees. Bobby’s hand curled around his tumbler of whisky, knuckles turning pale.

“You boys weren’t the only ones to grow up under the thumb of an obsessed hunter but the only difference between you is, she had both parents. Both alphas, both life-long hunters, and both believed that omegas were beneath them in every way. She was bait.”

Sam and Dean sucked in a breath, they both knew what that meant. Omegas would be stripped of all weapons or protective symbols and then sent into bars that vampires frequented or told to go for a walk in the woods where werewolf dens were. Their scent was the sweetest and the most appetising. Most of the time, the omega would make it out with minimal injuries but there were some hunters out there who would let whatever monster they were tracking down have a little treat before killing them.

“She got smart, learned how to gank monsters using whatever she could find and yet her parents took all the credit. They got lazy, letting her do the hunt while they went to go drink or do whatever the fuck else besides trying to protect their daughter. And one day, when she was recovering from a witch’s curse, they decided to get the hunt done themselves. They were slow and stupid. Y/N found them two days later, completely ripped apart. She’s been hunting alone ever since.”

“Shit.” Dean leaned back on the couch, running a hand through his cropped hair. “I figured she was just bitter about an ex or something. I- Sam!” The youngest Winchester sprang to his feet and before anyone could stop him, he pounded up the stairs and threw open her bedroom door.

Y/N sat against the headboard, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving with barely controlled panic. Sam didn’t hesitate to yank her into his arms, forcing her face into the crook of his neck as he held her tightly. She thrashed against him, her warning snarls only ceasing when she finally inhaled his scent.

Tentatively, she placed her hands on his muscular back as Sam’s arms tightened around her shoulders, his head resting on top of her own. “You don’t need to worry anymore, omega. I’m right here.” Sam pressed his lips to the crown of her head, giving her a gentle kiss. “No one will ever hurt you again, not while I’m around.”

Her soft body slowly relaxed into him and the alpha could feel the weight being eased from her shoulders. “You can’t know that, it’s an impossible promise to make.”

Sam’s left hand slid up the soft curve of her arm, his fingertips gently brushing along her neck before settling on her jaw. He tilted her head up just enough so that she could meet his hazel eyes. His gaze flickered over her face, settling on her lips for a moment too long before finally looking longingly into her wide eyes.

“Because I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, happy and loved, no matter what.” Her breath hitched and for a moment, doubt crept into Sam’s mind. “Because you deserve so much more than what life has given you and I want to fix that.” He rushed to add on, hoping that she would not reject him once more.

But then, Y/N rocked forward and captured his lips in the best kiss of Sam’s life.

The world blurred around them as their lips danced together. Sam could taste the beer she had drunk but also something else- something that was just her. His hand fell to her neck making her moan loudly into his mouth as his thumb accidentally brushed against the raised skin of her scent gland.

His knees buckled as her scent suddenly filled through the room, emptying his mind of everything except her. Her nails dug into his back, the kiss quickly became something more.

“Wait wait wait.” Sam reluctantly ripped himself from her but she wasn’t letting go that easily. She pulled him back into another kiss which he was barely able to pull away from. “Wait babygirl. Are you sure you want to go any further?” His right hand, which she now realised was low on her back, the tips of his fingers brushed against the swell of her ass, pressed her further into his toned stomach.

Y/N whined trying to chase his lips but a warning growl from Sam had her obediently silent. “I need a clear answer, omega.” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Please, I want you, all of you.” She managed to get out through the heavy lump of arousal in her throat. Sam smirked, his alpha preening at her desperation and her acceptance that he was hers. Yet he still did not kiss her again. Part of him wished for her to beg, to scream and cry for him after her rejection.

His thumb pressed down onto her scent gland, immediately making her eyes grow hazy. “Then prove it.”

Her hands flew to his belt buckle, trembling almost violently as she struggled to open it and gain access to what she was craving. She growled in frustration, ripping the leather apart Y/N was finally able to pull his dark jeans down enough for his cock to spring free, unburdened by any boxers.

Sam could barely hold back a groan as she moaned loudly at the sight of him. Her eyes flicked to his but quickly returned to the long and thick cock just a hair’s breadth away. The old hardwood groaned with the impact of her knees as she dropped in front of him. “Omega-“ He tried to say but suddenly her mouth was on him.

A saltiness exploded on her tongue as Y/N licked up his tip, lapping at the pre-cum that was already gathered there. She mewled, eager for more of the alpha in her mouth. Her lips pulled tighter with each inch she swallowed down, her jaw already beginning to ache even though she had barely taken half of him down her throat.

Sam’s hands balled into fists, his knuckles paling with the force. He watched with bated breath as the omega’s eyes hardened and she forced down even more of his cock. “Babygirl- fuck- slow down.” Now he was the one begging but she refused to listen.

She pulled back slightly, just enough that the fat head of his cock rested on the back of her tongue and then she pressed forwards again, now able to brush the tip of her nose against the groomed thatch of hair on the base of his pelvis. Sam threw his head back and moaned loudly, his cock already throbbing with the edge of ecstasy.

“Omega stop.” Her movements ceased but he was still deep down her throat. Her eyes were wide with a questioning gaze, the colour of her irises completely swallowed up by her pupils. The room was thick with their scent, and had he been in the right mind, Sam would wonder if the two men downstairs could smell them.

Delicately, he cupped her hollowed out cheeks and dragged her from his cock. She whined in protest as she was ripped away from him and Sam couldn’t help but chuckle. “So good for me, so perfect. Can I take care of you now?” He cooed, rubbing his thumbs across the apple of her cheeks.

Her eyelids fluttered and she nodded enthusiastically.

She went limp in his arms as Sam pulled her to his feet, letting him guide her soft body back onto the creaky mattress easily. She bounced once, her tits jumping towards her chin with the movement though they were still confined by her bra.

Sam’s plaid slipped over his head quickly, followed by his undershirt, leaving him completely bare to the omega who was still fully dressed. Her thick thighs pressed together under the weight of his gaze, needing any sort of friction against her core or she felt she would go mad.

His touch was hot, even through the thick denim of her jeans, as he slowly crawled up the length of her body, absentmindedly kissing the little flashes of skin where her shirt had risen on her stomach, her wrists, her collarbone until he finally reached her lips once more.

He gripped a plump thigh in one hand, the other holding his huge body above her as they lazily kissed. His hips settled against hers, immediately fanning the flames of desire between the two. She wiggled beneath him, fingers desperately pulling at the buttons of her own flannel, bumping into his hard chest with each unsuccessful attempt.

Sam let his hand drift from her thigh to the button of her jeans, popping it open with a calm ease that made her omega preen. Long fingers slid into her pants, immediately finding her panties completely soaked through with slick. As soon as his rough fingertips brushed against her covered clit, Y/N threw her head back and howled, her hips canting up to chase his touch.

With her neck now exposed, his lips found their way to her hot skin, nipping and sucking as his fingers pushed her panties to the side. Nails dug into the strong muscles of his back as he gently traced the length of her. “So wet for me. I’ll make you feel so good, omega.”

Before she could even take a breath, her pants were ripped down her legs along with her panties and discarded across the room. Sam’s eyes were fixated on the apex of her thighs, hungrily licking his lips at the sight of her laid out before him.

Without any warning, he dove in as if he could no longer stop himself. Pleasure shot up her spine in a way she had never before experienced. Sam nosed at her clit, groaning happily as more slick poured from her. He tried to be gentle at first, to ease his way into her but as soon as she clenched tightly around his tongue, Sam knew that there was no going back, that he would do this every day, multiple times a day if it were up to him, for the rest of their lives.

“Sam!” She cried, her hips bucking from the bed, making the old bed springs scream in protest with the sudden movement. Sam growled into her cunt, the vibrations sending a mind-numbing spark through her body, and grabbed her wide hips to keep her pinned down. Now unable to escape his mouth, Y/N was forced to feel every stroke of his tongue and each flick of his large nose against her clit. It was overwhelming, overpowering and tortuous in all the best ways.

The edges of her mind were beginning to go fuzzy just as small black dots grew in her vision. She grabbed at his hands, their fingers intertwined as she held them to her covered chest, desperate for more of the alpha’s touch like she could never get enough of him. Sam’s head bobbed with each furious thrust of his tongue, lapping up everything she was giving him. Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe. Her body strung tight with her impending release but still it did not cum.

She lifted her head from the pillows and opened her mouth to beg the alpha to cum but instead, she saw how he was nestled between her thighs, his own body tightly pressed to the bed sheets as his lean hips rolled down. He was humping the bed, furiously so, all because of her taste.

The omega shattered in his arms, her orgasm washing over her like nothing before. She was silent only for a moment, too washed out in pleasure to make a sound but then, she screamed. Her cum coated his tongue and Sam couldn’t stop his own orgasm from slamming into him- her sounds, her taste, her warmth, it was all too much for him and the alpha spilled himself onto the moth-eaten duvet cover.

“Alpha.” She sobbed, her soft arms reaching out to him. “Wan your knot!” Part of Sam winced at her tears but his alpha was howling in pride at leaving the omega a desperate puddle of lust and need for him. He wrapped her up in a comforting embrace, twisting both their bodies so that she could lay mostly on top of him.

“Shhh omega. You will get it, but not today.” She stiffened in his hold but he was quick to reassure her.

“I want to earn it, your trust and your mark.” He smiled and kissed her softly, cupping her jaw in one massive hand. “Let me work for it, please.”

Her shy smile knocked the breath from his lungs, her eyes shining with the beginnings of love. “Yeah okay.” Sam relaxed back into the bed, deliriously happy as Y/N laid her head on his bare chest, hand over the heart that beat only for her.

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pasdasin · 3 months ago

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Wicked Game

wolverine x vampire!reader

an: wowowowow im so so happy yall are liking this, i found a discrepancy already from previous chapters so pls don't think too hard about the time line bc honestly idk where we are even at either!!

ch 4

warnings: cussing, Logan is mean to Charles, blood mentioned, idk what else

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The feeling of the blood sticking to your body made you feel dizzy. It had been so long since you had fed from a person, let alone Logan and you wanted more. You needed more. Frenzied was the only true way to describe how you felt. You needed to eat.

A hundred and fifty years of denying your primal instinct finally caught up to you. You had a taste for warm, orgasmic blood and you were willing to do anything you could to get more.

You wandered the walls aimlessly, thankful for the final exams happening the next day. You stumbled around, pupils blown wide as you frantically searched for your next meal. Anything with a beating heart would do, you just needed that sweet, metallic liquid.

Where are you going y/n? You turned your head, the voice startling you. Come to my room.

Desperately you chased the soundless voice. You chased it, listening to the beating hearts of the children sleeping peacefully in the dormitories. Finally you reached him, Charles.

You entered the room and paused, suddenly aware of your appearance and mental state.

“Oh my god. I’m-”

“Enough y/n. Sit.” He mentioned to the end of his bed. “You won’t hurt me. I trust you”

You listened to his instruction, shakily sitting and playing with your hands.

“There you go. You are very loud tonight, drowning out the sounds of everyone else. I can now see why.” You stared at him silently, bringing your hand up to wipe your mouth of the dried blood. “Have you thought about my offer? Are you willing to go?”

“I think I have to go” You told him, thinking about Logan.

“Are you sure? You know where you’ll end up don’t you?” You stared at him and nodded.

“If I don’t, this will happen again. I’ll drain him dry.”

“I understand why you feel shame. What happened to those girls were not your fault. You are not a monster.”

“We both know that's a lie, Charles.”

“Then avenge them” You let the words sink into your soul. This would be the only way you could truly live with yourself. “Kill the man who did this to you. Alex doesn’t know. Just us.”

Charles wasn’t comfortable with the death of mutants. You knew that all too well. Killing this man would give him piece of mind. Using your hands to do it would give him deniability if anything were to go wrong.

You understood what this meant to him. But to you this was closure. You will kill the man who tortured you.

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The next morning you sat in the passenger seats of the blackbird and watched as the ground grow smaller. Alex was controlling the jet for the most part, occasionally asking you to flip a lever or press a button. He didn’t talk much the flight over, noticing how you were in a completely different headspace than him.

The flight was relatively quick considering the distance traveled, you’d have to remember Hank for upgrading the jet’s engines. As Alex landed the jet in the private airfield owned by the Xavier family estate, you stared out the window recalling the last time you were in London. 1913, right before the first world war. By then, Logan was taken by the scientists for the weapon x project. It was just you wandering the streets, searching for any trace of him.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” You snapped your head to Alex. “You’re lucky you’re hot” You frowned at his response. “I said that the hotel is just a fifteen minute walk from here. I already put the jet in conceal mode, so are you ready or are we gonna stare at that tree for like thirty more minutes?”

“You don’t have to be such an ass about it.” You told him, unbuckling your seatbelt and joining him off the jet.

“I just like to tease you okay? Lets get going” He said, holding out his hand to you. Raising your eyebrow at the gesture, he sighed. “We are supposed to be a couple on their honeymoon. Did Charles tell you anything?”

You grabbed his hand but it felt wrong. It wasn’t as warm as Logan’s or big. Alex was soft and comforting, but not in the way you found Logan’s hand. You weren’t sure why this feeling was creeping into your heart, but maybe it was because this was the first time someone other than Logan touched you like this, ever.

Chalking it up to the fake intimacy of it all, you put on a brave face and walked in step with him, heading to the hotel.

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“You better speak up you wheelchair fuck. Where the hell did. you. send. Her?” Logan was stuck in his own frenzy now. Angry at you for up and leaving. Angry at Alex for being a dick head flirt. Angry at the bald man in front of him for not explaining a thing.

“Logan, calm down. y/n is safe with Alex. They are just doing recon on a uprising mutant cult in London.”

“You should’ve sent me, not her” He growled.

“Why do you care so much Logan?” Charles wheeled closer to Logan, not afraid of what he was capable of.

“I don’t care!” Even Logan couldn’t believe himself. It was pathetic really. Denying himself the pleasure of her love, but indulging in every intimate interaction they had. He had been in love with her for so long, but something was holding him back.

Maybe it was the fear of not having his feelings returned. Or maybe even the fear of loosing his oldest companion, the one person who had never judged him.

“London. She is at 578 Trekshile road, the hotel. Room 327.” Charles told Logan, hearing his inner dialogue. “I have tasked her with killing Morgue.”

His eyes snapped to the Professor. “What?”

“Go to her if you must.” With that, Charles left the room. Logan was stunned. Morgue was the cruelest person he had ever encountered. You had spent years with him until you had found Logan after the weapon x program ended. From your stories, Logan should’ve killed him years ago.

All he had to do now was find a way to London. Luckily for him, the silhouette of a blue, devil tailed boy had walked passed the door.

“Kurt, come here I need a favor”

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wolven91 · 7 months ago

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Dev Gun

Elliott opened his eyes and immediately winced; slamming them both shut again.

It was too late though, pain lanced through his skull, like two lightning bolts that entered through his eyeballs before ricocheting around his head. He did the only thing he could in this kind of situation and groaned in pain. The sound added to the bombardment and bounced around his skull, taking time to stop and kick the various creases and lumps of his brain as it did.

The human winced again and instinctively curled in on himself, defending himself from the onslaught, only to find that the attack was from within. As time passed, the human found that if he didn't move, didn't speak, didn't open his eyes, and took very shallow breaths, he didn't hurt. He could happily live the rest of his life like this. He'd had his adventures; he'd survived Earth and made it all the way out to a blackhole where he had personally helped advanced the march of science.

He could rest now. He may only be in his twenties, but he'd lived a good life...

The squeak and hiss of the door to the room that the miserable body was laying in caused the curled-up lump to flinch.

"Oh no..." Spoke a soft lyrical voice. "Is he dead or just dying?" It asked, more curious, rather than concern.

Elliott couldn't acknowledge or even understand the voice and merely lay there. The man hoped that if it was a scavenger or predator, they'd either think he was rotting and leave him alone or perhaps, if he was lucky; the beast would finish him off.

Maruu refrained from shaking his head or rolling his eyes. As a male taurian, it was his duty to be upstanding and always maintain his dignity and honour, even if the only person to perceive him appeared to be incapable of opening his eyes. The taurian's hooves barely made a noise on the cool metal of the laboratory floor as he strode over to the human.

These kinds of event weren't what the taurian was expecting when he had answered the summons for a personal assistant at the end of a galaxy spiral. The scientist who owned the hidden science and research station was a different human, one by the name of Doctor Nough. The human Maruu was current crouched over was the long-time suffering assistant; 'Elliott'. The taurian merely glanced at the strange, jerry-rigged weapon that was mere inches from the human's hands.

Maruu had trained himself on many different subjects, as per expectations of a taurian of his breeding and standing, so he knew first aid and how to triage a patient. A clawed thumb pressed into the soft, flesh cheek below the human's eyes causing the eyelid to reveal eyeball. The veins there were coloured purple. Otherwise, Maruu would have described it as 'bloodshot'.

The taurian sighed in disapproval.

"Drugs now Master Elliott?" Maruu asked with a disapproving tone. Allowing himself a click of the tongue, the taurian flowed upright once more and strutted across the room towards a medical cabinet.

"P-please... have mercy...." Mumbled the human.

The taurian allowed a smile to grace his cheeks as he pulled a container, checked its contents and dosage rates. He plucked the canister that contained all the 'Refresher' doses from the cabinet and began to saunter over to the prone human.

"Mercy? My dear Master Elliott... You will find that a male such as myself as been at the mercy of others many times." Maruu explained slowly, relishing the sudden change of power. Maruu wasn't cruel, but when one is born into a society of brutish women and are sidelined and ignored by society as a whole as it believed the best you were was 'eye candy', one enjoyed the moments that the horns changed heads.

Still, as the male folded himself down next to the human, careful not to crease or pinch the silken dress that hung off him, he took a moment to run a caring hand through the young alien male's hair. It was soft hair, unlike the fur that dominated the galaxy.

Maruu raised the human's sleeve and wiped a spot with a disinfectant before touching the pen-like 'Refresher' to the human's arm. There was a quite 'hiss' and the minute judder from the device as it dispensed a dose. Maruu retreated from the human with haste and stood far enough away that he, or more importantly; the taurian's clothes would not be affected by what came next. Maruu plucked the sidearm that was left next to the human from the ground. It was in what could only be described as a 'splash zone' and it appeared like effort had been put into it.

A 'Refresher' was of taurian design. It would flush a patient's system of anything and everything harmful or potentially dangerous. Poisons, drugs, alcohol? All were rapidly removed and filtered from the patient's bloodstream and into their stomach. After which, the fastest and easiest way to get rid of the unwanted matter?

The curled human made a quick noise as his whole body convulsed once, then twice before he tensed across his whole body as his stomach was released onto the laboratory floor. Maruu merely closed his eyes and suffered both the noise and the smell.

Opening his eyes once more, the tuarian turned the weapon in his hands over. He had never fired a weapon himself but knew not to touch the trigger or point the barrel at anything important like a bulkhead or person. Aside from the grip, trigger, and barrel however, the gun was very much strange. It appeared mechanical at first, like an ancient slug thrower, but the exposed circuit board and wires that connected a screen to the gun where the hammer should have been confused the taurian.

The screen was blinking, waiting for a command prompt. The text above the flashing line was; 'Program Loaded, Execute? Y/N'

"What's this Elliott? Why were you taking esquinine tranquilisers?" Asked Maruu, holding the weapon in one hand, ensuring he didn't touch the trigger.

"Because-Because science waits for no man!" Called a slurred voice from deeper within the lab. From behind a desk, Doctor Nough appeared. Unlike Elliott, the human seemed to be fighting the desire to collapse despite his eyes also showing the extremely bloodshot/purple viens.

Maruu sighed through his muzzle and retrieved another Refresher from the canister and swayed over to the good doctor.

"We... *had to* expand... our... minds... no... Why can I not think?" Demanded the human, holding a hand to his head as the taurian approached.

"Because the drugs are wearing off. For one of the smartest creatures, I've ever met, you are quite... challenged at times." Explain Maruu as Doctor Nough presented his own arm. The poor human looked as if he was on the very edge of crumpling to the floor. Maruu merely reached down and plucked a bin from beneath the desk and handed it to the doctor whilst the taurian slipped away.

Maruu had cared for many female taurians in the past. It was a thankless task, but that was the unspoken duty of taurian males. If not for them, the women would merely be without a guiding hand.

The recovery rate once Refreshers were given was quite a marvel. Within a scant few minutes, both Elliott and Nough were finished wiping their mouths and mobile once more. Once they seemed stable and could answer questions without slurring their words, Maruu presented the strange gun once more.

"What is this and do I need to be worried?" Asked the taurian firmly, crossing his arms and staring disapprovingly at the pair of humans. To their credit they both seemed appropriately chastised. However, both of them seemed to know what the device was, both with equal fear and respect for it.

"So, I do need to be worried." Finished Maruu, briefly touching a set of fingers to his forehead where his own headache was beginning.

"How did... Does it work?" Asked Elliott.

"The drugs... it worked... We did it... But... if it does work... Not only could we easily kill ourselves, one misfire and we could tear a whole world from its orbit..." Doctor Nough immediately responded, quickly assessing the dangers that this apparent doomsday weapon had.

"Doctor Nough... I will not be part of-"

"My dear Maruu, my science is often a question of if I can. Once I have the answer to that question, then comes the moral ones. I have no intention of this existing for longer than today."

Elliott and Maruu both stared at the human doctor who merely sighed and blinked, looking down forlornly at the weapon.

"It must be disposed of into the blackhole. It cannot exist in this galaxy and I sleep with a clean conscious..." Declared the good doctor.

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bri-sonat · 1 year ago

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Captain and the Mate - Part Two

If you haven't already read it or you would like to refresh your memory, part one can be found here!

Pairing: Pirate!Captain!Brienne of Tarth x Fem!Reader

Warning: NSFW!!! a grain of angst, a lot of smut, and some delectable fluff.

Synopsis: When the infamous Captain Bri makes port to recruit members to her crew, you don't waste the opportunity. To your relief and pleasure, she accepts you, and the time spent aboard her ship and among her crew leads to many things. One of them being a relationship developing between you and the Captain herself.

A/N: We have reached the final part of the fic that was too long to post as a singular fic (I have learnt from my mistakes and from the community, mwah, I love you all) and it is time for the smut! I debated adding smut or not, but I felt like my grand return after months of fanfictional silence had to include smut. It wouldn't be a bri-sonat fic if it didn't have smut (I say now, but when I write a fic without smut, I'll be revoking this statement.) However, after this one, I will be putting my next fic idea on hold to create some very exciting things with my dear Kaley! Since I am proven to be unable to focus on two projects at once, I will need to work on one thing at a time which is why I will be allowing my other idea to simmer for a little bit. Anyways, with that said, English is not my first language, and so on. Enjoy!

Thank you to baby girl, @daydream-cement for helping me choose what kind of smut to write and also for sending the picture. Kisses. <3

When Bri opened the door and entered, she stood to the side and let you step inside as well before she closed the door behind you.

As your eyes wandered about the quarters and took everything in, taking her in, she walked up to her armor stand and hung away her weapons. “Would you like anything to drink?”

You continued your eye tour of her room and you even dared to take a few steps forward towards her desk where, seemingly, her only personal items resided. “No, thank you, Captain.”

Keeping Bri in your peripheral, you approached the desk and swiped your eyes carefully over the items laying on the wood. There was a jewelry pendant, either from some form of necklace or bracelet.

It was surprisingly shiny, and you assumed that she must polish it every now and then which showed that it was very important to her. It showed care.

Lying next to the pendant was a small knife that seemed to be as cared for as the first item. The blade was Valyrian steel, there was no doubt about it. Judging from the small scuffs and scratches along the metal, you could tell it had been well used in many ways.

From the corner of your eye, you could see that Bri had turned around and was watching you. She made no motions to move toward you. Instead, she stood still in her place just meters away from where you were standing and observed you.

The reason for this was hard for you to decipher and eventually, you stopped trying to. After what seemed like forever, the captain started moving forwards toward you and halted next to you.

There was a deafening silence as you both searched for the words to continue your previous discussion. Any way you twisted and turned it, it wouldn’t be as seamless as it had been earlier.

The best idea you could come up with after agonizing minutes of quiet was to start up another conversation and transition into the other one from there. “This blade and the pendant seem very cardinal to you. I-” You used the items in front of you as inspiration but couldn’t get far in your sentence before the blonde next to you interrupted you.

“It’s Brienne.” Her approach to the situation at hand seemed to be ripping off the band-aid. It was frank and straight to the point and it most definitely worked as a way to get back to the previous conversation. Because of its unexpected nature, you snapped your head and made eye contact with the blonde woman which was truly your mistake because it made you realize just how close she was to you.

“Brienne...” Her name tasted like fresh strawberries on your tongue, and you knew that you’d never get tired of saying it. You never stopped gazing into her eyes which seemed to be even more intense being so close to her magnificent face. Almost like her blue irises hypnotized you, the next words that fell out of your mouth couldn’t be stopped, having wanted to be spoken for months. “That’s a pretty name. Fitting for a very pretty person.”

Her entire face fell. She shook her head and took a tiny step back, making your entire being long for her warmth that had seemingly disappeared in more ways than one. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” You couldn’t help the way your brows furrowed or how the perplexment in your voice made you look and sound like a giant question mark.

“Call me pretty. You somehow found out about my interest in you and decided to taunt me for it?” She sounded hurt, and it broke your heart in two. Did she really think that you’d dream of mocking her? You had no interest in wounding her and the fact that you had done that without meaning to, made you feel extremely guilty, even if you meant what you said. The guilt didn’t last long when your brain finally registered what she said, and after that, it was all you could focus on.

“...Your interest? You’re interested in me? I- I called you pretty because I think you are. Amongst many things...” You took a tiny step towards her, so she’d have the chance to back away from you if she felt like she needed to. To your relief, she made no sign that she was about to move away from you. Your voice was tender as you spoke to her, wanting to convey the utmost sincerity, upping the chance of her believing you.

“...You do?” Brienne sounded so small, almost frail as she responded. It absolutely shattered your heart. The fact that this woman thought herself unattractive and had believed it for so long that she found it inconceivable that someone could think the opposite. You wanted nothing more than to take her into your arms, but you didn’t want to cross any boundaries, so you settled with her taking a step towards you as being good enough at the moment.

You matched her movement, taking a cautious step towards her whilst you kept an eye out for even the tiniest change in her body language. “I do. I should probably clarify that I am very interested in you as well, Brienne of Tarth. I have been for many, many moons.”

Brienne took one final step and when she had stopped, she was closer than she had ever been. You had to crane your head slightly to meet her eyes and the way she looked at you made your knees weak. There was no way to put a finger on the specific emotions she had in her eyes, but you recognized one very well. Adoration. “I have been too. I am glad that you feel the same.”

“As am I...” She was so close that you felt like you were about to faint. You allowed your eyes to flick down to her lips and you let them remain there, making it painfully obvious to Brienne that you wished for her to plant her lips on yours. But in case she didn’t get that you desperately wanted to kiss her, you needed to speak it into the very thick air. “Now, please kiss me or I might lose my mind.”

Brienne didn’t even waste a second. It went faster than you had anticipated and all of a sudden, you felt her very soft lips on yours. Your arms wound around her neck instinctively to keep her close and her hands landed carefully on your waist. She had to bend her knees slightly and you had to stand on your toes so your lips would be able to touch, and it was very awkward for both of you. The captain was fast at remedying this.

With your lips still connected, Brienne lifted you by your waist and placed you on the desk you had previously been studying, her finding her place standing between your spread legs.

The movement had made your previously glued lips shift, and your bottom lip had ended up between the captain’s lips. Your previous somewhat innocent kiss had in seconds transitioned to open-mouthed kisses. The blonde woman’s hands resting on the wood on either side of your hips and effectively pinning you in didn’t help in making it any less erotic.

The kisses had started as controlled, but they were growing sloppier by the second as desperation for the other, and passion took over entirely. In the sloppiness, Brienne’s tongue had run over your bottom lip and between kisses, you and the captain’s tongues met and swirled around each other before retracting and then repeating until you were both out of breath.

Both you and Brienne had acknowledged the heat that had been growing in the core of your abdomens whilst you had been making out and whilst you wanted nothing more than to be so intimate with the captain, you knew that you had to make sure that she wanted the same before taking it any further.

When the kiss broke, you and Brienne panted against each other’s lips, and she was the first one to break the silence. She retracted her head which prompted you to open your eyes, and you met her intense blue ones, yet at this moment, the blue was almost nowhere to be seen because of her dilated pupils. She spoke with heavy breaths and when she did, you could feel that the heat only grew. “I want you. Please.”

You had to suppress a whimper at her plea. You could barely believe your ears that Bri the Righteous Beast was pleading with you to give her you, as if you hadn’t wanted to give yourself over to her for months. “You have me. What do you want?”

Brienne closed her eyes almost as if she was embarrassed to admit what she wanted you to do. Then again, she never imagined that she’d end up in the position she had found herself in, less speak the words that were being yelled inside her head out loud. When she finally met your eyes, she opened her mouth to utter the words she needed you to hear, and they came out sounding tremendously timorous. “I need you to touch me.”

The words sent a jolt of pleasure through your body. Of course, you’d touch her. You’d been wanting to touch her for months. It would be no bigger privilege than to touch her and offer her all the pleasure she could ever want. Brienne’s hands were still glued on the desk on either side of your hips and your arms were around her neck, your hand running up her nape and into her incredibly silky curls. “It would be my pleasure.”

Your response made Brienne shiver and she leaned forward to catch your lips in a searing kiss, this one was only more controlled and slowed down. You both needed to take your time with this next part; savor every single second of it. There was no rush with this.

Kissing Brienne was pure bliss and the way she jolted when she felt your hands disappear from her neck and land on her waist only made it so much better. You were slow and deliberate in your movements, wanting to give her the chance to stop it if she needed to before it went too far.

But it was also for you. You had been yearning for this, for her, for months and now that it was finally happening, you needed to treat it like the most valuable art piece, because that was what she was. A piece of art.

The fabric wrapped around Brienne’s waist was tied tightly, and after some fidgeting, you got the knot loose, and eventually, you placed the blue cloth next to you on the desk you were sitting on before bringing your hands to the buttons of her loose shirt.

As you were undoing the first few buttons of her shirt, you broke the kiss so you could see every single inch of skin that you uncovered through your ministrations. When you did and glued your eyes on the path your hands took, Brienne swallowed the biggest lump in her throat.

Never had someone regarded her so intently before and she couldn’t say that it didn’t feel wonderful. Even if she felt exposed and shy, she let you undress her as slowly as you wanted to and watch as you did. The feeling it gave her made her feel ecstatic.

When the final button was undone, you gently pushed the shirt open and let it remain on her shoulders, you’d remove it later. She looked far too attractive like this, and you couldn’t rob yourself of that just yet.

You focused your attention on the wrapping which was covering Brienne’s chest. It seemed to be a makeshift undergarment to hide her breasts considering the shirt she wore and for practicality and it looked like she had taken some random white fabric and wired it around herself. Well, you’d assume that it was white once upon a time. Now it was more of a beige from all the dirt over the years. As well as the occasional blood spatter.

You moved your hands to begin unbinding it but were stopped when Brienne placed a gentle hand on your wrist. You moved your eyes to meet hers, needing to see her face to decode why she had halted you. The look on her face was shyness mixed with care and you couldn’t begin to guess what she was thinking. “I want to see you as well, please. I’d feel too exposed if I was the only one undressed...”

“Of course.” You smiled at her before removing your hands from her chest to rid yourself of your clothes, but Brienne stopped you again in the same way as she had previously done.

“Let me,” she cooed. And you did. You dropped your hands to your sides, and you let her take your tunic off. Brienne’s eyes never left yours, not even as she fully uncovered your chest. When the captain finally allowed her eyes to wander, it was like someone had punched the breath out of her and she gasped before meeting your gaze once again. “You’re so stunning.”

“So are you.” You smiled gently before you continued your previous movements. Your hands fiddled with the cloth and as you had done with the blue fabric, you started unraveling the dirtied white cloth.

The rest of the cloth fell off on its own when enough had been removed by you and your breath hitched in your throat when you laid eyes on Brienne’s beautiful breasts.

There were no words that could properly describe all that she was. All you could think was that she was so insanely handsome, and attractive, and every single other word that escaped you. She made you speechless, took your breath away, and made your heart skip beats. And that would have to describe it enough for now. “So beautiful...”

Your hands moved to cup Brienne’s breasts and when she felt your touch, she sighed happily. You experimented the smallest bit by running your thumbs over her erect nipples and the noise she made when you did could’ve killed you if you weren’t already in heaven. It was a mix of heavy breathing and a gasp, and Gods, was it arousing.

As much as you wished to give her nipples all the attention they deserved, you didn’t think you could contain yourself any longer, and you were sure Brienne wouldn’t complain. You needed to taste her so badly. It was the most invading urge and you needed to satiate it, or you didn’t know what you’d do.

Pressing two quick kisses to both of Brienne’s nipples, you moved your hands down to her trousers and your fingers began working on unbuckling the offending clothing item that hindered you from tasting your captain’s heat.

As your hands worked on Brienne’s trousers, you reconnected your lips with hers and you were now softly kissing. The blonde’s hands were resting comfortably on your upper thighs and her strong hands being so close to where you needed to feel her the most was driving you mad with lust. It felt like you were burning up from the inside and where she was touching you felt like it was on fire. Your desire for her was overpowering.

When Brienne’s buckle was undone and they hung open on her hips, you realized you couldn’t stay where you were. It would be far too uncomfortable. So, you broke the kiss to croak out the smallest amount of words your lustful brain was able to conjure as you took off the shirt that was hanging on her shoulders. You wanted to see the entirety of her. “We should move to the bed.”

Brienne swallowed. “Okay.” She then picked you up by your thighs and carried you to her bed, placing you carefully down onto the furs that lay upon it. She climbed in after you, and when she had laid down, you maneuvered yourself to sit before her so you could take off her boots and trousers.

With her pants finally off, you were finally introduced to her bare long legs. You followed them with your eyes and at the top, you could see a wet patch in the middle of her undergarments and when she noticed what you were looking at, she instinctively closed her legs and covered her chest with her arms. You met her eyes. “You don’t need to do that. There is no need to hide yourself from me. You are so gorgeously hot.”

Your words caused her to relax, and she spread her legs – removing the arms that hid her chest at the same time. Gods, she was a perfect and arousing sight. With her legs spread, her chest exposed and heaving, her face flushed, eyes full of prurience. The vision that was her spurred you into action and your mouth took the same route your eyes had just taken.

Kissing up her legs until you reached her supple inner thigh, you hummed in delight when you heard the gasp that released Brienne’s lips once you nibbled and started sucking on her skin. “Please...,” she whimpered. “Please make me feel good.”

You sat up in between her legs. “Anything for my captain.” Trailing your hands up to her hips, you hooked your fingers in the sides of Brienne’s undergarments, and she elevated her hips so you could pull them down her remarkably long legs.

She laid fully naked before you and she looked ethereal. She always did, but she somehow managed to look attractive all the time and it had driven you insane for months – as it did at this moment as well. You took a minute to take all of her in and the words simply tumbled from your lips. “You’re so irresistible... so beautiful... I really can’t explain how attractive you are.”

She blushed from your compliments and opened her mouth to repudiate, but before she could - your eyes had locked on to her glistening wetness, and you didn’t waste another minute. Diving your head in between her legs and getting comfortable on your stomach, you licked up her slit before circling her clit with your tongue which caused Brienne to interrupt herself.

Brienne hummed in pleasure, and you sucked tenderly in determination which only made her hums grow louder until they were soft moans. Her noises only drove you on – cycling between sucking, licking, and grazing with your teeth. All until she cried out in pleasure.

When she realized how loud she had been she stopped herself from releasing any more sounds that could act as an alarm. And even if you wanted nothing more than to hear all the noises she could make, you knew that it was for the best to remain as silent as possible.

Her hips were held in place by your death grip and her hand had found purchase in your hair, the other one squeezing one of your hands that lay on her hip. Brienne’s legs twitched next to your head when you managed to hit a particular spot with your tongue, and you felt dizzy from the whole ordeal.

Her taste made you lightheaded and you were sure you’d pass out from hearing her noises, seeing her blissed-out face, and tasting her cunt.

Gently grazing your teeth against her clitoris, you observed as Brienne’s eyes snapped open and met yours at the same time as her back arched, and a loud moan that she couldn’t stop exited her mouth. You quickly replaced your mouth with your middle and ring fingers temporarily, making small circles with them so you could speak. “As much as I wish to hear you... you need to be quiet. You don’t want to wake up the crew and alert them of your activity, now do you?”

Brienne whined, trying her best to stay quiet – but it just felt so good, even if her cheeks were burning from the embarrassment of being so noisy. You had to be satisfied with her lowering the volume of her noises. “N- No. I do not,” she breathed. She could barely get the words out, her entire being focusing on staying relatively silent.

“That’s what I thought.” You removed your fingers and placed your mouth back on her clit and resumed sucking and licking. She in turn let out a breathy mewl.

It didn’t take long to bring Brienne to the edge. A well-timed teeth graze sent her flying over the edge into pure bliss and with a strained sound, she tensed up before relaxing. She used the hand she had on your head to give it a gentle push, signaling that it was too much.

You removed your head from between her legs and crawled up to catch her lips in a soft and slow-moving kiss. Brienne hummed when she tasted herself in your mouth and you in turn yelped when she turned you both around without warning – leaving her on top of you.

“Allow me to return the favor, please. I have never done this before, but I think it’s only fair after what you just gave me.” Brienne gazed into your eyes longingly and, if you weren’t mistaken, lovingly. Her tone was so gentle and so caring that she could have been talking about something entirely different if it wasn’t for the tinge of arousal still remaining in her voice.

You smiled and nodded. “Okay. You may. Please.”

The captain was calculated but quick in her movements, taking off your boots first, then your trousers, and, finally, your undergarments. When everything was off, she took her place between your legs and made eye contact with you – her gaze questioning. As if you could change your mind or deny the one thing you have wanted for months.

In return, you spread your legs even more and offered her a reassuring look – a soft nod ending it in case your former actions didn’t bring the response forward.

With your confirmation, she placed her mouth on your clitoris and started sucking. Even though she hadn’t done this before, she was doing very well. She seemed to copy what you had done on her, and it felt insanely pleasurable – even more so because it was her doing it.

“Oh... Fuck, Brienne....,” you breathed. Everything leading up to this – the making out, the touching, the noises, seeing her undressed, her blissed out face, tasting her – had worked you up to the point where you were so incredibly close already. She couldn’t have been using her mouth on you for more than a few minutes when you felt the sweet release approaching faster than you would’ve liked it to. “That feels so good.... and you look so pretty in between my legs.”

If you could have decided, you’d want her in between your legs so much longer - so you could feel the way her tongue dragged through your folds and gathered your wetness on the strong muscle before sucking on your clit. Also, so you could see the way her eyes met yours when you spoke with lust clouding your voice.

Thinking about her tongue and mouth working on your pussy, and seeing the way she looked at you, only made the coil in your stomach tighten faster. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

You had managed to stay moderately silent up until now, but when you were sent over the edge and the ecstasy hit you like a steel hammer, your mouth betrayed you – opening and releasing a drawled, breathy moan.

You lay panting on the bed, your entire body becoming heavy and almost limp as you sunk into Brienne’s comfortable mattress. It was much snugger than what you and the rest of the crew slept on, that was obvious – or maybe the reason for that was because this bed was hers, and she was in it with you. You couldn’t be sure.

She had left the space between your legs and had crawled up to lie by your side, and when she took you into your arms you were sure that you’d fall asleep. You could. You wanted to. You knew that the crew would find it strange if you were not there when they woke up. Maybe you could find some form of excuse. You were up before most and got to bed when the rest of the ship was slumbering. So, it wouldn’t be improbable to sleep in the captain’s bed and everyone else would be none the wiser or suspicious.

You really wanted to allow yourself to stay by her side. Remain in her bed and fall asleep in her arms. And you did. You had to.

Brienne pulled the furs over you both to shield you from the cold and to cover your naked bodies and after she had done so, you remained in silence for a while before she broke it. “Will you stay the night?”

You looked at her, gazing into her irises through half-lidded eyes. You brought a hand up to her face and tucked a stray hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear. You smiled. “I will. Of course, I will.”

“Good.” Brienne smiled. A beat passed. Her hand splayed out over your lower back. “So, this friend of yours... she could be a good contact. She sounds like someone to know.”

You chuckled. “Probably. We’ll have to go back to Oldtown to talk to her though.”

Laying in Brienne’s arms was unlike any feeling you’d ever felt before. You felt so safe and secure, and her arms were so strong. And she smelled so much like her. You felt inebriated by her scent, and you couldn’t fathom how one singular person could make you feel this way.

There was no way around it. You loved her.

“Then I guess that’s where we are going next,” Brienne whispered. Her eyes scanned your face, and you could see that she wanted to say something else – but she didn’t quite know how to.

“So... You said that you had never done this before, but... you had a lover, no?” You had to ask. The query had been plaguing your mind since the bliss had been laid to rest and you remembered that she had hinted at this being her first time, but the fact that she had indulged in storytelling and therefore told you the extent of her relationship with the woman in the shanty, brought your curiosity to the surface.

Brienne chuckled heartily. It was a glorious sound. One you wanted to hear more, and more. Every day if so allowed and she bestowed you such a privilege. “We never consummated our relationship. The furthest we went was to kiss... she left before we could have such intimate relations.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, remaining silent as you crafted your next question that had been haunting your thoughts since she regaled you with the situation behind the song. “How’d they die?”

“He killed her, then himself. I couldn’t possibly know why, but considering I was the only witness, and the only person there, I assume that people drew their assumptions. Some bard caught wind of it, and the song was born.” Brienne held you tight as she answered all your questions, ready to be as open for you as she possibly could. There was no reason to hide herself from you anymore.

“Some people just do things out of reasons we couldn’t even begin to understand...” You thought out loud. You had so many questions for her, like why she had left Tarth in the first place, or why she only took from those she did, or why she named her ship The Bloody Sapphire, but there was only one you needed the answer to right now. “Last question, for now, I swear. What’s up with the overweening personality? The cocky person I met in the tavern is not the one I have gotten to know over the past months or the one I am lying in bed with right now.”

Brienne was silent for a minute as she searched for the words, and you looked at her face intently. “When you rule over a crew of two dozen men, you must harden yourself so they will respect you. My crew would surely respect me no matter the personality, but it has truly become a habit and when I am around my men, I slip into it naturally without even noticing it. However, it didn’t come naturally around you, and I had to actively step into it when I felt myself slipping. After a while, I just stopped correcting myself but sometimes it fought back. Like it was a second person living inside my body. Fighting for dominance. For example, the times when I had to excuse myself from our conversations. I didn’t want you to get to know that personality. But it seems like you disregarded that and saw right through me.”

You kissed her lips and smiled at her when you retracted your head. “Your eyes are more telling than you think. They are the windows to your soul... if you know what to look for.”

“And you did?” Brienne questioned; her tone careful.

“Somehow, I always did. Or maybe you just let me, even if subconsciously,” you responded, your eyes never leaving hers.

“Maybe...,” she replied. Her eyes scanned your face in search of the words she so desperately wanted to speak. “I do not know much about... feelings or emotions. But I know that what is inhabiting my body is strong... and deep – and I feel it for you. I know that I want nothing more than to fall asleep next to you every night and wake up next to you for as long as this world allows us to. I... I...”

“I know,” you interrupted. She did not need to say more, because you already understood what she meant and what she wanted to say. You wanted to say the same thing, but each thing has its time and so does this. “Me too.”

Brienne smiled and kissed your lips. You smiled back. The air was silent and the sea around you was calm as you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The future promised nothing, but you knew that as long as you were allowed the privilege of having her in your life, you’d be happy no matter what the outcome of your life ended up being.

Your captain, and her Quartermaster.

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Cat For Grabs (D/isco E/lysium) (M)

Okay, here is 4.3k of cat allergy K/im K/itsuragi because why the fuck not 🐈‍⬛️💞

J/ean and K/im arrive on scene at a murder, where the victim's pet cat takes a particular liking to K/im. Allergic misery ensues

(Set in the kind of AU I've cobbled together where H/arry and K/im are an item, maybe like 8 months post M/artinaise. They hook up with J/ean regularly)

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Content:

M/M/M mentioned and ongoing but mostly in the bg, cat allergy sneezes, spray, handkerchiefs, rapid sneezes, stifles, nose blows, mentions of anal sex, mentions of hay fever sneezes, mentions of blowjobs, H/arry has a sneezing fetish (but he isn't here), J/ean and K/im flirt a lot

CW: Graphic descriptions of a dead body at a crime scene, K/im performs a brief autopsy, mentions of gun violence, they are cops so you know. Just doing cop things

NSFW - Minors DNI!

Jean was the first to arrive on the scene, alone. Absolutely not ideal – he was at real risk of danger if the shooter – or multiple shooters – were still on the property. The precinct was in absolute maelstrom - an unprecedented amount of crime this week, even for Jamrock. Jean had driven here by himself once he realised Harry was entirely incapacitated. He’d fixed him a look of annoyance until the older man had returned it with a look of his own that said ‘please don’t be mad at me, I’m drowning.’

Jean had sent out a general radio request for backup to any nearby officers for this apparent shooting, which had taken place in a fairly quiet and respectable part of town. He’d been grateful to hear Kim’s confirmation that he would be there within minutes, as well as some other patrol officers affirming the same. Jean should have waited outside, perhaps, but he had a gut feeling as he pulled up to the small, bungalow-style apartment that it was empty. A quick search with his gun held steadily in front of him confirmed that he was entirely alone.

Unless you counted the gory remains of the sole resident splayed out on the kitchen floor.

“Well.” He said to the corpse, nudging its ankle with the toe of his boot. “You’re certainly very dead.”

The metallic scent of blood in the air was overwhelming. An even more overwhelming and unpleasant scent of sewage indicated that the bullets littering the torso of the corpse had also passed through the colon multiple times. Jean wrinkled his nose and covered it with his hand. He almost wished his hay fever was still hindering his ability to smell.

But god, this was a bloody, violent murder. The surrounding cabinets were littered with bullet holes that appeared to have been sprayed in wide arcs across the room indiscriminately. It had to be the work of an automatic weapon. Jean spared another glance at the corpse, then made his way back into the living room. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance.

He thought it better to wait for Kim to perform a conclusive field autopsy. He didn’t want to leave himself distracted and vulnerable to any potential attacks by performing one alone now. And, if Jean was being honest with himself, Kim had a stronger stomach for corpses - perhaps thanks to his time and experience in Processing - and a markedly weaker sense of smell. He glanced at his watch. Shouldn’t be more than a few minutes.

He peered round the room. It always felt intrusive entering people’s apartments like this if he had spare time to overthink. This particular home was exceptionally drab; hardly any items or photographs to indicate personality or interests. Just ugly greys and browns and lumpy furniture. There were a few books stacked on a coffee table, but their covers looked just as banal as everything else.

A sudden shuffling sound to his left made Jean jump and reach for his gun. He looked round frantically, cursing himself and half expecting to see some crazed gunman crouched behind one of the armchairs, ready to mow him down like the man in the kitchen. Thank the lord, he did not. What he did see, however, was a visibly well-fed cat with thick black fur emerging from underneath a nearby bookshelf. Heart beating wildly in his chest, he let out a long sigh of relief and regarded the doddering approach of the supremely rotund animal. Come to think of it, he had noticed a litter-box in the bathroom.

The cat slumped at his feet, looking incredibly at ease and not at all as if its owner’s bullet-riddled corpse was resting in a pool of his own red-black blood just one room over. It mewed at him, butting his boot with its head before rolling onto its side. Jean couldn’t resist kneeling down and getting closer. He scratched gently behind an ear and smiled as the tip of a little white fang stuck out of the cat’s closed mouth, giving it an endearingly goofy appearance. A small blue collar was secured round its neck (no bell, just his luck) with a metal nametag hanging from a loop of metal. He lifted the tag up with his thumb and forefinger to examine it.

“’Beau’.” He read the name out loud. “Well, you are a handsome boy, aren’t you?” He cooed down at it, stroking it from head to tail once it was clear he wouldn’t be leaving the encounter in receipt of a mauling.

Around thirty seconds later, he could hear the familiar rumble of an approaching Coupris motor car. He kept his hand on his gun just in case, allowing his arm to drop to his side when Kim made his way through the living room door, gun outstretched before him. His orange bomber jacket was a sight for sore eyes against the surrounding bleak topography. Once Kim spotted Jean on the floor looking back up at him, he lowered his own gun in relief.

“My apologies, Detective Vicquemare – I came as fast as I could, there was some congestion nearby.” He peered at the cat for a moment, then back at Jean’s face. “The premises is secure, correct?”

“Would I be on my knees playing with a cat if it wasn’t?” Jean muttered, scratching under the cat’s little chin and smiling in adoration as it closed its eyes in pleasure. “We have a single body, in the kitchen.”

Kim nodded, holstering his weapon and scanning the living room with a perfunctory glance. The cat shifted under Jean’s broad palm, turning to face the source of this most recent disturbance. The second the lethargic feline lay eyes on Kim, it jumped to its feet and strode away from Jean and towards the Lieutenant, tail raised high. Kim froze in his tracks and glanced down in what looked to Jean like mild dismay as it drew closer. The cat began without a moment’s hesitation to wind itself lovingly between Kim’s ankles, nuzzling into his legs and pressing every inch of itself against him. It meowed loudly between little rumbles and purrs.

Jean couldn’t deny that it was both an endearing and amusing sight. The cat had certainly been friendly enough to accept his pets, but for whatever reason, it appeared to be especially enamoured with Kim. He didn’t think the feeling was reciprocated; Kim lifted an ankle, tsking as the cat, instead of moving away as intended, reached up with its front paws until Kim put the foot back down. It then resumed its figure 8 of adoration whilst Kim looked down in a gentle kind of exasperation.

“He really likes you.” Jean smiled at Kim, getting to his feet and brushing cat hair from the knees of his uniform.

“I can see that.” Kim did smile softly then, regarding the happy little creature, but made no move to reach down and stroke it. If Jean had been on the receiving end of that magnitude of love from a cat, he would have scooped it up into his arms in seconds.

“Not a fan of cats?”

Kim looked up at him for a moment, then back down at the cat, frowning slightly as it increased the intensity of both its purring and nudging.

“It’s not that. I like them well enough. It’s j-just…!”

His breath wavered, and Jean watched as he brought a gloved fist up to his face. He recognised the desperation of the pre-sneeze expression on the Lieutenant, and patiently waited for him to finish. Under normal circumstances and with anybody else, he probably would have looked away for the sake of the other person’s dignity - but he’d seen Kim sneeze more than enough times in extremely abnormal circumstances to bother with any pretence.

He didn’t share Harry’s interest in sneezing in quite the same way, but there was an element of enjoyment in watching Kim fall apart. No matter how he sliced it, he couldn’t deny the analogous nature of sneezing and orgasming; Harry had long since hammered that into him. And so, he watched with a certain degree of appreciation as Kim’s eyebrows drew up and his jaw fell open in surrender, before his entire expression cinched tight, the tickle cresting.

“Hh! Hh’gxkt! Ng’xt! Hh’Ddtch!! NGxt’tsziew!”

They were quiet, polite and almost perfectly restrained – much like the Lieutenant himself. Both he and Kim were prone to multiple sneezes, but it seemed to take a lot more out of the older man to strangle them into submission. Jean had always sneezed in small, ticklish fits that rarely resolved the irritation without multiple repetitions. Every now and then he was prone to a more productive and vigorous sneeze, especially following prolonged attacks that forced him to take in a final, desperate gasp of oxygen to round off the fit. It didn’t make too much of a difference to him physically whether he stifled them into silent little shivers or not. It honestly depended on company whether he would bother.

He wasn’t sure why Kim bothered holding back when it was just the two of them. He’d save himself a lot of congestion and sniffling down the line if he let those sneezes out now - Jean could honestly say he knew that from numerous past observations. But he wouldn’t mention it - it was best to leave Kim alone and let him do what he wanted. He was a bit of a control freak – not that Jean could really fault him for that, being a stubborn ass himself – so there was no point in nagging him. He himself hated when others commented on his frequent and persistent sneezing, especially when his allergies were killing him. Most of the Major Crimes unit now knew to leave him well alone, particularly on his most miserable – and therefore volatile – hay fever days.

With the exception of Harry, of course. In a completely inconvenient and Pavlovian fashion, he had almost come to associate his hay fever with sexual gratification. Both he and Harry knew his initial rejections of Harry’s advances were merely for show, and a matter of pride. Every time his superior officer would sidle up to him and suggest they find some privacy, he would eventually break and let the older man fuck him, or suck his cock. He may as well get an orgasm out of the endless torture that plagued him throughout late spring and summer. It wasn’t even that bad, being fucked and sneezing your head off at the same time. Aggravatingly, if he were to be honest, it was actually rather fun. He supposed he was more or less an expert at this point.

Kim was more recently initiated into the whole fucking and sneezing thing. For what it was worth, he seemed like a perfectly kinky motherfucker who enjoyed watching Harry squirm. And there was almost no better way to do that than to tease him with this fetish, which Kim took to like a duck in water. Jean had to admit whenever the three of them fucked around and Harry inevitably begged to be indulged, it was reassuring – and very fun – to know that they had the numbers against him. Brothers in arms. God, what a life.

Kim lowered his fist with a shaky exhale, looking worn out by the onslaught for just a moment before his regular placid countenance was restored. His nostrils flared briefly with an audibly damp sniffle.

“À tes souhaits.” Jean offered.

“Merci.”

Kim looked up at him and flashed him a sheepish sort of ‘haha. Look at us. Sneezing in the wild’ conspiratorial glance. Jean smirked at him.

“As I was saying. I don’t dislike cats. I just dislike that they tend to make me sneeze.”

Jean nodded and looked round at the flat. Cat hair covered most surfaces, if only sparsely. A beam of sunlight coming through one of the narrow windows illuminated a few stray hairs dancing round on the currents of air. He winced a little in sympathy. The sight even made his own nose tickle a little; he subconsciously reached up to rub the side of it with a crooked finger.

“You’re shit out of luck, then. It’s cat hair heaven in here.”

Kim sighed wearily, accepting his fate. As if picking up at last on Kim’s less-than-satisfied state of being, the cat paused in its motions to drape itself over the toes of Kim’s boots and glance up at him with a sweet ‘Mroww’, which Jean could swear lilted up in pitch as if to question the Lieutenant. Kim looked down at the cat with soft eyes.

“It’s not your fault, little one. Don’t worry.”

He hesitated for a moment before reaching down and gingerly stroking the top of the cat’s head with a gloved hand. It was an awkward and brief motion; he pulled back before the cat could nuzzle its docile head into his palm. Both Jean and Kim watched as even the minor scritches unearthed a tiny cloud of soft black fur. Kim jerked upright almost violently, and Jean had to stifle a laugh.

“I’ll be paying for that in a while,” Kim sighed again, rolling a pair of black nitrile gloves over his leather ones with a pleasing snap. He gently shifted the cat off the toes of his boots one foot at a time; it went easily, seemingly exhausted by its own outpouring of affection and allowing itself to sink into the carpet like a puddle of fur. It really was a lazy motherfucker. Jean was quite in love with it.

“Excusez-moi.” Kim muttered as he stepped over the liquid pile of cat, purring happily in its heap.

He looked up at Jean as he made his way over, doing a small double-take as he noticed the way Jean was beaming at him.

“What?” His lips quirked up ever so subtly, thankfully taking the taller officer’s grin in good humour.

“Nothing. You’re just cute with animals. Awkward.”

Kim just smiled at him, warmly.

“I should really get to work.” He said, moving past Jean into the kitchen. “In here, you said?”

“Yep.” Jean followed behind him. He could see that the numerous rotations the cat had made around Kim’s legs had deposited a great deal of soft black fur sticking to the camo. He would help Kim get rid of it all before he got back into his MC. He watched as Kim knelt next to the body, careful to avoid the coagulating puddle of blood that spread outwards on the cheap linoleum floor.

“Have you had a chance to examine the victim?” Kim ran his hand over the chest of the body – it was practically shredded through with bullet wounds. He performed a brief ‘Stations of the Breath’ ritual before resuming his inspection.

“Not extensively, but enough to see all of this.” Jean gestured to the wounds and the endless shards of glass spanning the ground. “Looks like he was shot through the window with an automatic rifle. He fell onto the glass, and some of it is implanted following the initial explosion of the window shattering. Most of, but not all of the blood is from the bullet wounds.”

Kim nodded, inspecting the body more thoroughly. Jean continued.

“He looks to have died around the time that gunshots were reported forty-five minutes ago. Definitely not long enough for his cat to start eating his face.”

Kim wrinkled his nose at that, uttering a small sound of disgust.

“Gross.”

“Not as gross as this mess.”

Kim nodded his head in grim recognition. He dictated notes to Jean as he conducted the examination but couldn’t find anything counter to Jean’s initial conclusions. The cause of death and injuries to the body were easily explained. The reason for this extremely violent murder – not so much. Kim extracted a wallet and driver’s license from the victim’s jeans – not a name or face either of them were familiar with from any ongoing gang related investigations.

“This was overkill.” Kim murmured, righting himself and removing the nitrile gloves. “Far too extreme for a run-of-the-mill civilian.”

“I agree.” Jean nodded. “Since the shots are from outside, and I can see no sign of disturbance inside the apartment, it doesn’t look like a break-in or burglary. I – oh.”

He paused, noticing the slight sneer Kim was wearing as he fought off another allergic tickle, nostrils flared wide. He was wildly unsuccessful, whipping round and into the raised collar of his bomber jacket seconds later with a violent series of sneezes.

“HdDDZT’Tzshieww!! Hgkt’tsh!! ‘TTSCH’uu!!”

The first one burst out of him in angry, dizzying rush of spray through teeth clenched just a moment too late to provide any effective suppression. The next two he managed to bite down on, barely, shoulders jumping under the pressure. Jean reached out to grab him firmly by the bicep as he shook, threatening to unbalance himself and, heaven forbid, topple down onto or next to the corpse. Though not remarkably loud, the sneezes were forceful and audibly desperate. The smaller man sighed once he was done, and Jean released his arm.

“Bless you!” He offered, a little impressed by the display. He imagined Harry would have jizzed on the spot.

“Ughh, Merci. Désolé.” Kim replied, sniffling and blinking one itching eye shut. A single tear of irritation started a slow descent down his cheek. Jean reached under the frame of Kim’s glasses and swiped it away with his thumb on a whim, before realising he had been petting Beau with that same hand. He felt relieved when Kim didn’t fight him on it, perhaps not even realising his mistake.

“Carry on, detective.”

Jean continued to explain his theory surrounding the murder whilst Kim pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief and tended first to his bleary eyes, then to his twitching, irritated nostrils. The skin on their rims was left slightly pinkened after some uncharacteristically rough manhandling. He must be more allergic than he let on, Jean thought, and began leading the pair of them out of the apartment.

He jumped when in the living room Kim jerked forward with another desperate fit, halting their progression and eliciting a sudden, loud meow from Beau. Said cat watched on with expressionless green eyes from his position stretched out on the sun-warmed carpet as Kim shuddered, sneezing into the hastily raised cover of his elbow.

“Hh’GXTSsshhh!! ‘GXT’Tchieww!! HDd’TZSchh!! ‘TSCH’oo! Ahh, mon dieu.”

These sneezes were particularly viscious, wrenching themselves out of Kim and leaving him bleary-eyed and shaky in the aftermath.

“God, Kim. Bless you.” Jean offered, his hand rubbing absently at the small of the Lieutenant’s back.

“Thang’k you. Let’s go.” Kim said, snuffling into his handkerchief and walking out through the front door without a second to spare. Jean cast a glance at the cat, mewling again as its beloved Lieutenant marched away, and followed him out of the door without a word.

“Hmm. No known or suspected connections to any street gangs or drug cartels. He may have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Seen something he shouldn’t have.” Kim offered as they leant against the wall of the building. He blew his nose softly. It didn’t sound at all productive as his sinuses started to swell. “Somebody meant to silence him.”

“Maybe.” Jean took a drag on his cigarette. “But the MO is unlike any of the regular gangs in this area. I mean, a machine gun?? For one unarmed guy, at home? It’s too messy, outlandish and loud – in other words, way too risky.”

Kim nodded and paused for a moment. Jean wondered if he was going to sneeze again, but he spoke up after a beat.

“There…was another murder, a few months ago – on the other side of Jamrock, with fatal injuries confirmed to have been sustained via an automatic rifle. I’ll have to check, but the circumstances are shockingly similar. That victim also had no apparent connections to any gangs, or a previous criminal record.”

Jean made a small noise of recognition. He remembered, now – the case was still ongoing. It had intrigued both Harry and himself, but had been brushed aside as several more inflammatory and pressing cases had arisen. They’d passed it off onto some junior officers that had recently joined the Major Crimes unit, enticed by Harry’s newfound sobriety and the assurance of Kim’s fastidiousness. He would be taking that case right on back.

“That was also a murder in a residential area – some kids say they saw somebody hop a fence but couldn’t give us any more details.”

Kim looked up at him, nodding. He scrawled a couple of notes in his notebook before slipping it back into his pocket.

“We should look into that. It’s not much to go from and the cases appear unrelated, bar these few details but – we can’t afford to write it off. They’re both too irregular.”

Jean put out his cigarette on the wall next to him, ignoring Kim’s look of disapproval.

“Right. I’ll call in to the station and update them.” He looked at his watch in annoyance. “There were supposed to be more officers on the scene twenty minutes ago. Where the fuck are they?”

“Before I left the station earlier it seemed frantic – I think it’s just a particularly bad day.”

Jean grumbled but conceded. The entire reason he had arrived alone and Kim had joined him en route from another crime scene was because Harry was buried with the recent influx of crime on top of the years of unprocessed paperwork. He knew that. To Harry’s credit, he had cut down the latter a significant amount, despite the slow and confusing process of dealing with his memory returning in sporadic and often extremely stressful bursts. Jean was secretly very proud of him, if he even had any right to be.

“We need to get in contact with the victim’s relatives, if any – can you do that?” Kim asked, sounding a little shaky as he finished. Jean turned to watch him shudder into a fairly rapid-fire quadruple of sneezes.

“hh’dztch-T’zschh-Tschht! Huh-!! AESSCH’uu-!! Merde!”

He had sneezed entirely uncovered and straight out in front of him. Jean pretended not to notice the resultant light aerosol that hung in the air for a fleeting moment, glittering in the late morning sunlight. Kim clapped a hand to his face immediately afterwards as if suddenly remembering he was on public display, sighing into the leather of his glove.

“Bien sûr.” Jean answered. “And bless you, again. You’re starting to sound like I did over summer.”

Kim replaced his hand with his handkerchief, scrubbing at his pink nostrils through the soft cotton. He pushed his jostled glasses back up his nose when he was done.

“Thank you. Fucking cat hair.”

Jean smiled and lit another cigarette. It was always delightful to hear the Lieutenant drop an F bomb. He and Harry were clearly rubbing off on him.

“I’ll sort out the family – and once the other chuckle-fucks arrive, we can start questioning witnesses and get the body taken to the morgue.” Jean offered.

“Good. I need to head back to the station and submit some reports – I can relay what we’ve discussed here to Harry.”

“Great.” Jean exhaled heavily, thankful for the soothing rush of nicotine. He’d seen enough dead bodies this week to last anybody a lifetime – Kim probably twice as much. But c’est la vie. There was always another body.

“Can you wait until the cavalry arrives?” Jean asked him. “I know things are fucking batshit insane right now and you’re needed elsewhere but I’d rather not be the only officer here.” He looked pointedly at the surrounding houses and the curious faces lingering in the windows. More pressing than warding off curious bystanders, however, was the very real risk of the murderer returning to the scene and spraying him dead with bullets.

“Of course.” Kim patted his arm. “You should never have been here alone – I’m sorry I didn’t get here faster.”

“Thanks.”

They spent a couple of minutes in companionable silence, interrupted only by another small fit of sneezes from Kim and an emphatic blessing from Jean whilst they listened out for the sound of approaching sirens. Kim sniffled a couple of times while Jean was working on his third cigarette, audibly stuffed up. Jean said nothing. Harry would be fretting over Kim more than enough once he got back to the station, anyway.

“Hopefully the victim has family that can take on the cat.” Kim broke the silence.

Jean beamed at him.

“His collar said his name was ‘Beau’. You sure you don’t want to adopt him?” He smirked around his cigarette.

“Funny.” Kim deadpanned. He was struggling to pronounce his ‘n’s around the congestion.

“Maybe I’ll take him.” Jean teased. “He’s a cutie. And then he can visit you.”

“That would mark both the end of our friendship and my capacity to engage with you on any level beyond professional.”

Jean laughed.

“You’re no fun.”

“That’s not entirely true.” Kim smiled at him, voice low and flirtatious. “Don’t you dare let Harry know that a cat is up for grabs. Contrary to what I let him get away with, I do like being able to breathe through my nose.”

“Something I’ve discovered,” Jean took a drag on his cigarette before continuing. “Is that orgasms are actually pretty effective as a decongestant.” His eyes glittered as he looked over at Kim.

“Good to know.” Kim returned that look with an equally mischievous glance from behind the thick lenses of his glasses. “But I think I’ll leave Beau out of this arrangement. Three is already a crowd.”

Jean choked on his latest puff of smoke, laughing and coughing in turn. Kim looked incredibly pleased with himself.

“Compose yourself, officer. This is a crime scene.”

Jean wiped a tear of mirth from the corner of one eye.

“Yes sir.”

#I hope you guys like my cat OC #i wish he was real and belonged to me #nametakenfic #d/isco e/lysium #sneeze fic #sneeze kink #snz fet #snz kink #snz fucker #snzblr #sneeze fucker

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jumpywhumpywriter · 1 month ago

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A Life in the Hands of the Enemy -- Villain reluctantly saves Hero's Life part 13

Warnings: violence, captivity whump, cruel Villain whumper, forced living weapon, Hero whumpee

Sooooooo I just randomly had the inspiration strike me from above on how to continue this storyline that has been on pause for quite awhile now, and I just spent the last 4 hours writing like 6 more parts I'll post in the days to come 😳 this story is officially back in motion!!!

A special thanks to @whumpwritinglover222 for reminding me that this storyline even existed in my piles of half-finished novels.

"Good to hear," he purred coldly. "Then let's get started... shall we?"

Zack smirked coldly, turning and beckoning her with a hand like a dog. "I've already devised some of the experiments I wish to perform using your powers," he tossed over his shoulder. "This will be exciting, don't you think? I for one am very interested in seeing what you're capable of."

Amber bit back a snarky retort, keeping her head down and fuming in silence as she stalked after her captor -- and enemy. But she made sure to memorize every twist and turn they took so she could find her way out if the opportunity for escape presented itself. But for now... if she swallowed her pride and submitted herself to his control, maybe there was a slim chance she could get Zack to lower his guard. Unlikely, considering he was a genius mastermind... but a slim chance was all she needed.

She trudged after the villain until he stopped and opened a fortified white door, sweeping a hand in signal for her to enter. She reluctantly obeyed, eyes widening when she saw that it was a battle-training room, though more sophisticated than anything she'd ever used at her team's headquarters. There were at least a dozen human-shaped metal targets lined along the back wall with some wooden ones too. To her left the wall was adorned with every manner of weapon imaginable -- guns, swords, daggers, throwing knives, staffs... and a bunch of other futuristic-looking weaponry that was no doubt highly illegal and untested, invented by Zack himself in his free time.

"Like what you see?" Zack laughed as she gawked.

Amber schooled her expression into a scowl, face reddening. "What do you expect me to do with all this, exactly?" She demanded.

Zack quirked an eyebrow in her direction, striding casually to the back where he selected several heavy-duty steel targets and started positioning them on the other wall, taking his time.

Amber's gaze couldn't help drifting to all the knives, so many sharp pointy things she could use to attack while her enemy's back was turned--

"Don't think about doing anything stupid," Zack abruptly said, and Amber jumped, realizing he was finished setting up and was following her eyes, as well as train of thought.

"Thanks for the constant reminder," she said through gritted teeth.

"Just doing you a favor," Zack answered with a cocky wink. It got under her skin like nothing else, and he was fully aware of it. "Now. I want you to use your powers and hit those targets one at a time, with everything you've got. I want to see how much strength you can put behind an attack. Don't hold back. Understand the task?" He pointed to the targets, then held up his small black remote warningly.

"But do not think for a second you can use your powers on me, because you really don't want to find out the highest shock setting on your collar. To put it in perspective, the highest I've ever given you so far is a 6 out of 10 shock."

Only 6 out of 10?! Amber thought in disbelief. The last zap she'd been given had been pure agony. How could it get any more painful? Then again, Zack could be lying to intimidate her into obedience... but it wasn't a risk she was willing to take.

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c-c-v · 10 months ago

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I just really wanted to write this out finally, don't minds. It be perfect combat and angst thought even tho I feel like I'm very iffy with writing said combat, but less just try it's out - also hoping Tumblr doesn't bloody bug this post either

Current time, and location: Season 11, Ninjago;

Aspheera had just entered the Ninjago History Museum, in search of the Ancient, forbidden scroll.

She barged through the building followed by her several fire vipers, entering the Serpentine section of the building, glancing and finding nothing of the scroll, resulting in destroying the displays and part of the room annoyed.

"Nnhhg... Where is it!" The serpent sorceresse hissed, not hesitating to bring he fangged staff down on more displays.

Fortunately, a force from behind promptly stomped onto the sorceresses back, making Aspheera yelp, as the other launched off to stand before the fire serpent.

Weapons drawn of a ax bladed, Serpentine glave, a new Serpentine stood front of Aspheera, one neatly dressed in a familiar red overcoat, with the museum icon upon it.

Baring mix traits of Hypnobrai, and Venomari, it was the current 'temporary', Museum Curator, Venobrai. Raised and taught by, and after Dr. Saunders had seeming vanished to public eye.

"Serpents like you are the reason why you'll be mentioned in the Hall of Villainy, and in history." Venobrai glared her four, red Hypnobrai eyes at the golden serpent, ready to take action.

This however made Aspheera, and her group of Fire Vipers laugh obnoxiously. "Oh... And what of you? You disgusting hybrid. I had almost forgotten things like you could exist, Venomari and Hypnobrai. Wonderful... To think I'd find something like you here however... Surely meant for displaying in a box, like the Scroll I seek."

Hear the lot made Venobrai hiss hatefully, no doubt hybrids not being the most looked upon, especially by serpents who are nearly as old as even before the Serpentine War. When things were much more strict and pressed by species separation.

"I shall have you know, you will not be getting you're hand on the scroll, or any other item here. You do not deserve it. And I know well my mentor would say the same." Venobrai hiss, as she swiftly dashed, using her axed bladed like glave as a vault to launch at Aspheera.

Venobrai was successful at getting Aspheera to the ground, but she was just as swift to block the glave with her own staff. Grunting as Aspheera shoved Venobrai off, which winded her up and on the ground to swing, resulting in a clang of metal on metal with Venobrai's axed glave, and Aspheera's fangged staff.

"Well you're mentor doesn't seem to be exactly here do they? Leaving their lone underling to take of the work for them? The alone fact of you being hybrid is one thing, but it's another to hear you lived amongst those that all somehow entombed, all of those Serpentine is even more disturbing." Aspheera smirked and talked down at Venobrai.

This resulted in a nasty move of Venobrai hissing her partial Venomari venom at Aspheera, who however swiftly slithered from the venom cloud.

But giving Venobrai a opening of nailing Aspheera in her stomach with the long blunt of her glave, knocking her back good enough with a pained paint.

"Don't you dare mention my mentor. I had little hope of surviving just as much if I stayed with other serpents. I was kindly taken in by him, and that is something I will never let go. Just like all the combat prowess he taught me to happily use on those like you..." Venobrai hissed, no doubt taking what her father of a mentor to serious heart, as she readied her glave in hand.

Aspheera was quick to recover from the unexpected blunt to her stomach, as she swiftly slithered up to Venobrai, as her staff met the glave again.

"Ah, such a feisty thing when such family is brought up, protective no? Surely something bad hasn't happened to him, cause when I'm done with you perhaps after I find the Treacherous Deceiver, I'll pay this father of yours a visit." Aspheera mockingly told with a smirk.

Aspheera then harshly shoved Venobrai back, and giving her the opening to brash the hybrid with her fangged staff, sending the now slashed serpent on the ground with a grunt.

Venobrai could only dryly chuckled as she looked back to Aspheera. "H-heh... You'd wish you could... But he is in a place far beyond everyone's reach. Which I will not let his public legacy down, by letting you get away with this!"

Venobrai had gotten up, charging at Aspheera with her axed glave out and ready.

Aspheera preparing for any other such attack, it ended in a short lived clash.

Until Venobrai pulled a slick move, using her separate Hypnobrai blue scaled tail to yank Aspheera's staff out of her hands some, giving Venobrai the advantage of striking Aspheera harshly with the flat side of her axed blade, sending the Fire Viper sorceress down. Blade now pointed to her neck.

"Ah... Someone... Clearly taught you to fight dirty... As I should of expected from a disgusting hybrid." Aspheera hissed with a glare now being unarmed and down.

"What can I say... I take what I'm taught to heart. At least now Ninjago won't have to worry of you're reign of fire." Venobrai said with a near familiar smug smirk, as she raised her axed glave to swing.

Aspheera now knew why some of these dirty moves were familiar, and such strong sense of loyalty came from, from what she remembered being told.

"You were taken in by a Master of Time, weren't you?" Aspheera asked smugged looking up the now hesitant Venobrai, who haulted..

"Wait what? How did-"

Aspheera cut her off. "Ha! No wonder why you fight like you do, if you weren't a nasty little hybrid, or Serpentine in general, you'd probably be a spitting image of him."

"What? You knew Kru-" Venobrai unfortunately being cut off again by a flaming ball of fire to her back.

Venobrai was sent flying to a wall from the force of the ball, letting out a pain excruciating cry as the blast torched her back. Burnt the back of her adorned coat and under, with a scorched scaled back.

Aspheera chuckled darkly as she got up, staff in hand again, as she loomed over the burnt Serpentine, the Fire Vipers also looming. "Ah, such a fool... To forget about other surrounding forces."

Aspheera raised her staff to finish, but hearing many few footsteps quickly approaching halted the sorceress, as she quickly slithered off into the museum with her group of Vipers to find the scroll.

Least the Ninja weren't at all far behind to aid the wounded one. Unfortunately it wouldn't bring her much answers her heard swirled about now of that with Masters of Time.

Annnnd there we go's, all done with a little touches of hinted mystery I have a few ideas regarding said previous Master of Time I may get out eventually someday. I at least hopes this was somewhat enjoyable :3

#ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago serpentine oc #ninjago oc #ninjago aspheera #fic #ninjago fic #master of time #oc insert

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serafiel-jacobs · 1 year ago

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A soul made of stars, a heart filled with secrets (FANFIC)

A one shot fanfic 🩷

Geppetto saw his son enter the room upstairs, “Ah, son did you do what I asked for you to do?” Pinocchio gave him a small nod, it’s been some time since he was awoken, and he still doesn’t speak much, or at all, even Polendina and Pulcinella are way more talkative than him, he mainly communicates but small gestures like that or by pointing at things, rarely does he ever utter words, and he has never seen him say a full sentence.

Pinocchio got closer to him, at first Geppetto thought that he might need to upgrade his P organ, but Pinocchio extended his hand to give him something, it was a small rock with the shape of a heart.

“Oh, thank you” He doesn’t really know how to respond, Pinocchio has never done something like this before. Geppetto sees his son give him a look, an expectant look.

“Yes, I do like it” It was… a nice gesture. Geppetto saw his son’s eyes lit up, he got closer to him and grabbed his hand.

“Do you want me to come with you somewhere?” Maybe it’s just because he is old but he has trouble understanding Pinocchio most of the time.

Pinocchio nodded enthusiastically, he almost lifted his father up from the chair he was resting in, Geppetto followed him and Pinocchio led them to the 3rd floor of the hotel, they entered one of the rooms, it was meant for guests, Pinocchio made this space for himself, his own personal room, it had a bed and some other furniture, but what Pinocchio wanted to show him was a huge dresser with a big mirror in the middle.

Pinocchio opened the drawers, he was looking for something, Geppetto took a closer look at the dresser, the mirror had a few drawings stuck to it with tape, they resembled drawings made by a child, but it made sense that Pinocchio wasn’t the best at drawing, Geppetto is actually surprised that his son picked up this as a hobby.

He could see one drawing of a woman in a wheelchair and a butler next to her, they must be Antonia and Polendina, another one he could tell was Venigni and Pulcinella, it looked like Pinocchio had trouble drawing Venigni’s outfit, a small drawing of a blue butterfly, a drawing of a girl with glasses and a weapon the way he drew Eugéne was rather cute, and then there was the biggest drawing, a drawing of him and Pinocchio together, Pinocchio had drew them both with big smiles on their faces.

Geppetto was feeling a lot of things, he didn’t know his son loved him that much.

He didn’t think his son loved him at all, he was supposed to be just a puppet, a vessel to bring Carlo back.

Geppetto’s thoughts were interrupted Pinocchio finally found what he was looking for, he tugged at his father’s shirt to get his attention, in his hand he was holding a necklace made of small heart-shaped rocks, it looked that with a wrong movement, the necklace would fall apart, yet he was impressed that he managed to make one at all, with rocks out of all things; Pinocchio handed him the necklace, he had a big smile on his face.

“That’s… very thoughtful of you son, thank you”

Geppetto examined the room more, he didn’t just collect rocks, there were a few wooden toys lying around, a few books, metallic boxes, and music records.

Pinocchio wanted to show him more of his collection, but he suddenly stopped, as if remembering he had forgotten to do something, he signaled something to his father, and Geppetto had managed to interpret that he would be back soon.

Geppetto wondered where all this stuff came from, obviously from when his son went outside yet he didn’t think he would be able to collect so many things, one of those items grabbed his attention, and he left the necklace on a table to pick it up; it was a small notebook, Geppetto opened it from the first page, the first ever drawing was of his son and Gemini, he believed that this would be a notebook that would contain drawings of his mission, and he was right but the second drawing was something unexpected, it portrayed a man in a donkey mask lying in the floor with blood around him, Pinocchio was in the drawing holding a knife (a sword?) in his hands, he drew himself with a sad face.

He remembers it of course, when his son fought that stalker who was trying to hurt him, and how Pinocchio killed the stalker to save him. Geppetto flipped through the pages, with drawings similar to the one he had just seen but with the difference being the mask of each stalker, a mouse mask, a dog mask, a bird mask, a black rabbit mask.

The next page showed a drawing of Pinocchio frowning and there were tears in his face, two words written on top of him.

“Murder, Liar”

Geppetto’s heart sank, how could he have been so stupid to think that his son would be okay with taking lives on his journey, he flipped the page again there was a drawing of him and Romeo like the others, but with flames around it rather than blood, on top, there was something written that made Geppetto feel even worse.

“I’m not Carlo”

How did I even believe he didn’t have emotions? Why have I been treating him like this?

No, Carlo is my priority, he has to come back, he has to, I have to fix this, I have to fix all of my mistakes.

He looked at the next page, it was one of Simon the word mean written on top of him, a strange piece of armor was next to Simon, the next page was strange, it had two drawings of him, but one showed his shorter hair and the other longer, like how it is now, in both of their chest was a blue heart, the word brother written at the bottom of the page; Geppetto flipped the page again, he was stunned, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, because Pinocchio had drawn a puppet.

He had drawn the nameless puppet that held the rest of Carlo’s ergo. This is impossible, how does he know about this? There is no way, he keeps the box next to him at all times, and he never lets it out of his sight, there is no way that he knows about this.

*gasp*

Geppetto turned around, Pinocchio was standing behind him he rushed to his father and tried to take away the notebook from his hands, but Geppetto lifted his arm so that he wouldn’t reach it, and he pointed at the drawing.

“Son, how do you know about this?” He needed answers.

Silence

“Who told you about this, how do you know about this?!” He was shouting at him now.

Then in Pinocchio’s eyes, tears had begun to form, he was crying and began to hyperventilate.

Your son is crying in front of you, you are scaring him, you are a pathetic excuse of a father.

“Look son, I’m sorry, I’m not mad I just… I just need to know how you know about this”

Pinocchio kept quiet, he was still crying, Geppetto got closer to him and wiped away his tears, but he still couldn’t calm down.

Say his name.

Say his real name, he is your son, but you never call him by his name, if he is so precious to you, why do you treat him like a tool?

“Pinocchio, please I’m sorry” Geppetto wanted to hug Pinocchio but he didn’t let him, he took the notebook from his hand, and flipped it to the next page, the one he had missed.

It was a drawing of Pinocchio crying, up top with the words “Bad boy”

“You think you are a bad boy? Is that what you are trying to tell me?” Geppetto keeps realizing he hasn’t changed; he neglected Carlo and now neglects Pinocchio. His son has done everything he has asked, Pinocchio never complains, and he rewards him by never giving him a rest, he never considers his feelings and Pinocchio saw it all.

Pinocchio could tell his father saw him differently, and he was making an effort to gain his love.

Pinocchio was crying and pointing at the page, a few words managed to come out of his mouth, “Bad boy… I am a…bad… son”

“No, Pinocchio you aren’t bad, you are a good boy, you are the best boy I could ever ask for” Geppetto had begun to cry as well, he extended his arms for a hug, and this time Pinocchio accepted it.

As they were embracing each other. Geppetto could hear the loud beating of Pinocchio’s mechanical heart, it was so loud to him, that he didn’t hear the noise of the box being opened from the inside, he didn’t hear the mechanical footsteps going upstairs, he didn’t hear him slowly approaching.

“I…can…talk to…him” Pinocchio had to use all his will to say the words, talking was something he couldn’t do, something that most of the time he had to force himself to do.

The drawing; he knows who Carlo is because he can speak to him, the ergo they share, it all made sense to him now.

“Father,” said a raspy voice, the mechanical vocal words made it made an echo, it sounded high-pitched yet deep at the same time.

Geppetto turned to look at the door, standing in front of it was, it was the puppet, no, it was… Carlo.

“Please stop this” There was a deep pain in his voice, he was begging him to do as he asked.

Geppetto fell onto the floor, letting go of Pinocchio, who rushed to Carlo’s side, using him almost as a shield, hiding behind him, Geppetto was kneeling unable to stand up, his two sons looked down at him, the down sons he neglected, his sons who he had hurt deeply. He loved them deeply, yet he never appreciated them, he might love them, but he never showed his love, with Carlo he was never there for him, and now for Pinocchio, he wants him to be someone he is not.

Carlo got closer to him, each step resonated in the walls of the hotel, it was by pure luck that none one else at the hotel had come up to investigate by now.

Carlo kneeled down to his father’s level, “I want us to reconcile” Pinocchio nodded at his brother’s words.

Even after everything he did, they still love him, and he feels like he doesn’t deserve it, but this isn’t a pity party, he has to do better, and he can’t let his mistakes happen again.

“Carlo, Pinocchio, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything” Geppetto truly means it, “I won’t let this happen again I promise, I promise to always be there for the two of you!” He was shouting and his crying had gotten more intense, this promise he would never break, his sons would always come first.

Carlo walked up to him and slapped his father in the face.

“I deserve that”

He slapped him again, and that was on Pinocchio’s behalf, Carlo knows Pinocchio would never have the guts to do it himself.

“I also deserve that”

Carlo kneeled down next to his father, Pinocchio joined him and both hugged their father; he returned their hug and the three of them were crying.

They were a family, after all, a very imperfect family, but finally all of them together. Geppetto has a lot of work to do, he can’t just say that he will be better, words like that are meaningless if not backed up by actions. He is extremely grateful that they accepted his forgiveness, Geppetto had been so blind, so distraught by his grief that he couldn't see the family he had in front of him.

Carlo and Pinocchio really do love their father, even after all his stupid mistakes, they are happy he came back to his senses, happy that they can be a real family.

They didn’t stop embracing each other, it lasted for a long time, and it made them feel warmth.

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iwasmadetobeasoldier · 5 months ago

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Asset

((Just a small fic I tossed together))

You've always wondered where your uncle went when he went away for his 'holidays'. You knew as much as he, that he went somewhere very few people knew of. And no one should know of it. You asked him one day, he didn't answer directly.

"One day you'll get to see." He laughed distantly, ruffling your thin hair.

"But when?" You always asked yourself when you were alone. When were you allowed to see whatever secret he was hiding? What could he possibly be doing? He had explained that his job was essential to mankind, that without his organization, the world would be utter chaos. And you believed him.

One day you heard him talking about something fascinating.

"And the Asset. Its time to use him again."

The Asset? That sounded like a weapon except for the fact he used the word 'he'. It, whatever it was, could it be human??

It wasn't til year later when you turned 21 that he came to you with a red book, a black star on the center of the leather cover. It was kinda thick, like a journal.

"Its time you knew about the Project."

"Sir?" You gave him a quizzical look, also eyeing the book.

"I'm talking about something that I and your father have been involved in for many years. Do you know the word H.Y.D.R.A.?"

"It was an organization in the Second World War. If the American's had not destroyed the soldier serum, H.Y.D.R.A would most likely still be in function." You recited from years of grooming. Your uncle had always been sure of your loyalty.

"Not 'most', young man. 'Will'."

"Will, sir?"

"Read the first page." He handed the book to you, the sudden action brought a sense of power to you. You were being handed something that could have taken over the world at one time. And most likely would soon.

You opened the leather cover, it was written in Russian, one of your second languages. It wasn't hard to translate, simply unbelievable.

"How-" You kept reading, the Asset, Project Insight, it was all there. You finally had been granted the knowledge of what your uncle had been doing all these years. "So it has been him that's been responsible for these assassinations." You look up at him, an expression of pride hidden under his face.

"Yes, we tell him to. And he does it."

"But- doesn't holding someone against their will seem a little immoral?"

Pierce stared at you for a long moment, studying your eyes.

"Come with me. I will show you this Asset and you will change your mind."

The underground bunker of H.Y.D.R.A. You were finally there. All these years and your dream had come true. Armed guards stood at every hallway, not that they would do much if what you've heard rumors of was true. The Winter Soldier was formidable in combat.

"Sir-" A man tried to stop your uncle from entering a locked room, a cage for a door. Behind it you could see scientists and machinery pressed up against the wall. "He's unstable-"

Your uncle, unmoved as always, stormed past the man, the door shutting behind you.

In the center of the room, sitting on the largest machine in the room, was a muscular man, his long dark locks hanging over his face. His position one of aggression.

Pierce waved down the guards pointing their weapons at the Soldier.

"He looks like a large dog about to fight." The thought crossed your mind as you noticed a scientist on the floor, clearly this man had done something 'unstable' as the other put it. But what stood out to you the most, what his left arm. It was entirely made of metal, fading the flesh around the collarbone. His eyes were glazed over, even though you had never seen The Winter Soldier, you knew something was off.

"Mission Report." Your uncle demanded, standing near but not too close to the Soldier.

He didn't respond.

"Mission Report." Pierce repeated. "Now!"

The Soldier just stared.

Finally you heard him grunt as Pierce struck him across the face, a unfeeling expression on your uncle.

"The..the man on the bride," He finally spoke, his voice recalling something. "Who was he?"

It might have been your imagination, but you swore you saw Pierce glance to another guard, this one more relaxed than the other guards.

"You met him a few days ago on assignment." Pierce explained.

"I knew him." The Soldier stated, firm yet still questionable.

You looked at your uncle.

"He shouldn't remember.." You mumbled, risking a glance at the Soldier, his eyes determined. Only your uncle knew the past of the Soldier, but with the understanding of the book, you recalled he shouldn't remember his past or his targets.

"Prep him," Pierce ordered, standing up from the chair he was sitting on. "And wipe him again." He stood up to leave, letting you stay behind.

You watched from a distance as a scientist placed a mouth guard between the Soldier's teeth, his strangely perfectly white teeth.

"Must have been the serum." You assumed, the super soldier serum made any human into the perfect specimen.

You noticed his breathing became harsher, his chest rising faster as the machine grasped his arms in locks, a device coming around his head, the sound of electricity was drowned out by the screams the Soldier released, clearly pained through the procedure.

Eleven words resonated in your mind. Eleven very crucial words.

Longing.

Rusted.

Seventeen.

Daybreak.

Furnace.

Nine.

Benign.

Homecoming.

One.

Freight Car.

Soldat?

#the winter soldier #captain america #bucky barnes rp #alexander pierce #readerxhydra #Hydra #Mcu #one shot #Sandy writes

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dwncata · 5 months ago

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Hi I don't know how to format stuff to look nice I'll figure it out later shh but do y'all wanna see this delulu AU I made centered on Dottore and Boothill set in a universe where HSR Genshin and Cyberpunk elements are just thrown into a blender

Reposted from my AO3 fic, this will make no sense I'm sorry idk I like brainrotting about them a lot man nsmsbsjsb

--They're extremely ooc high-key I'm sorry lmao

Boothill glanced at his phone, then up at the barren, decrepit building before him, then back at his phone again. Yep, this was the place- even the rust stains on the walls matched. Felt more like an Abyss hideout than a ripper clinic, even bearing the warnings and rumors in mind- but he didn't exactly have many options.

He entered the building, and started descending the stairwell. This guy definitely knew how to keep himself away from people- even for someone who's seen hell up close and personal, the way metallic groans echoed around the space with every step gave him the creeps. Third floor down, there's supposed to be a door with the Fatui's emblem instead of a number... It was the only door on the floor, easy enough to find.

After few firm knocks, there was the light sound of footsteps before a disheveled man with blue hair slid the door open. He looked rather impatient, piercing red eyes boring into Boothill before he even spoke a word. "A patient, I'm assuming?"

The bags under his eyes felt like the result of long term unrest than a temporary sleep deprivation issue- For a ripper, the clothes he wore were very loose, tears and frays littering what looked like your average lower end jeans and tank top. Geometric flower designs were scrawled across his arms and chest as tattoos; yet even with such complex patterns, he had a concerning amount of scar tissue visible under the ink. Most of it seemed like burns, possibly chemical burns- but there were a few that seemed to be from knives or the like. This guy experienced a lot, that much you could tell at a glance.

Boothill gave a simple, upfront response. "Hopin' so. Y'see, I was askin' 'round these parts for a ripper who could help me with an... Unconventional request, if you catch my drift." The ripper let out a slight huff. "Specify, please." He spat the word out with annoyance, it seemed he was not one for beating around the bush.

"...Right. Wanna get myself as much chrome as 300k can buy. Was hopin' you'd help me figure out what works best for a guy like me, I'm not too keen on usin' blades or those heavy guns, y'know?"

The doctor's brow raised, unsure whether to feel skepticism or pity. "...You don't seem the wealthy type. Am I about to fuel a suicide mission?" He asked plainly, almost matter of fact- Boothill didn't quite know how to respond. Vengeance on a single target, no care in the world for after the fact- that was more or less the idea, he guessed.

Before he could piece together how to say it, the doctor continued. "Your response won't affect whether I do the work or not. I simply need to know if cyberpsychosis is a concern."

...Alright, he really just lays it out as is. "Well, I suppose I'd like to live after, but I won't wanna give up or risk losin' my target for anythin'." The doctor was silent for a second, then turned with a slight shake of his head. "Alright, sure. Come, then."

The "clinic" was the most bare bones place he could imagine. Operation chair, standing trays. A few organizers on counters for tools, and boxes further back with various cyberware. That was pretty much it.

However, he continued past, moving a curtain to a side room. Here, he kept his laptop, more storage boxes, and... There was an old couch, it was likely he slept here- That was all that was in the room.

"Take a seat, I'll be asking questions to see what'll work best for you." Boothill did just that, letting himself fall into the couch with a loud creak.

"Preferred weapons?"

Boothill answered easily, no hesitation. "I was a gunslinger before all this. Revolvers are my favorite- I could tell you all day about my preferences on those, but I'm guessin' that's not too relevant. But, when it comes down to someone in yer face, the boom of a shotgun's got its own charm- simple, effective, what more could ya need?" The doctor tilted his head slightly- as much as he's had his fair share of people who wouldn't shut up about themselves for the life of them, this client felt... Different? There was a certain air about the simple, yet genuine way he described his preferences, with a refreshing appreciation for the weapons themselves. It was a trivial difference, but... It was noticable enough, nonetheless.

"Heavy ranged preference, light-mid... Do you aim to enhance reactions or stamina more?"

"Probably reactions. If I'm gonna do this, I wanna get it done before too much backup arrives." ...Well, discreetness was very, very evidently not a factor with this one. Honestly, that just made it easier then. "Most people try to keep their intents private; but if you're gonna be so open anyways, I'll save us both time. What's your goal?"

Boothill sat up, taking the conversation a bit more at heart now. "I'm gonna pack some lead straight into Oswaldo Schneider's skull. I don't care what happens to me after then, but I will not let myself die until I see that motherfucker go with me."

Despite the heartfelt lament, the doctor's expression remained unchanged. "An IPC department head? I feel there's more issues on that plate aside from 'Weapons tune up.' Why him specifically? You know with them, it's the same shit regardless of whoever the bastard in front is."

The nomad shook his head, leaning back with a grimace. "Don't care. The orders given that destroyed my life were issued by the bastard. I don't got nothin' left, least I could do for myself at this point."

The doctor, not even looking through the cyberware on his screen anymore, wasn't sure how to proceed. He should just do the work, get his cut, and pretend he never saw this guy. None of this was his concern, and yet...

"...I don't think I can fulfill this request. There's too many variables and I can't properly define what your limit is in one shot. But I'll tell you what I can do." He typed up an estimate, summarizing a rather pricy operation; despite his half hearted word of caution on cyberpsychosis, this looked damn near a complete bodily rebuild.

Turning his laptop, he walked Boothill through his idea; a silhouette took form on his screen, text flying by as he explained. "90% of this is focused on reflexes, while giving as much smooth aiming as possible. A reinforced aluminum shell will leave you lighter on your feet, and you won't experience pain as much to slow you down. That being said, it'll be harder to tell when you've gone too far, and that won't take too many hits."

Boothill pointed the silhouette's head, which was a brighter red than the rest. "Wait, why so much in the brain? I don't do none of that netrunnin' stuff." The doctor rolled his eyes a bit with an exasperated sigh. "I could tell."

He pointed down along the silhouette's spine. "Your nerves all answer to your brain. The rest of the body isn't as bright because it's spread out, but your nerves will essentially be put on overclock. Your brain needs the ability to process that data and create responses at a matching pace, if it's gonna be useful. Though, I feel more of your interest would be here." He pointed at the silhouette's left arm. "EMP grenade launch system. Along with hand implants to create volatile tech weapon shots, and reduce recoil."

A toothy smile took its place on Boothill's face, but it fell as soon as he saw the cost- a little over 500,000 credits. "Hey, uh. I don't mean to be 'that guy', but when I said 300, I meant 300- I don't got another sum like that just sittin' around. It took a lot to get this together, y'know."

The doctor shook his head, lazily waving his hand. "I'm aware, that wasn't your price. That's the next part, consider this a bit of an experiment." He took the laptop back, and started typing again.

"Labor will be heavily discounted if you report back to me how you feel every now and then. I haven't met a client with this strong of a death wish; usually they're either begging for scraps, or have safety concerns of some kind. But you have the credits, so at the very least I'll be properly compensated for the hardware itself. Currently, you don't have much cyberware at all, so I can't say there's gonna be good results having it all put in you at once. I'm not moving anytime soon, and I'd assume you have no idea on Oswaldo's personal whereabouts yet?"

Boothill's eyes shifted a bit. "...Yeah. Got a few leads I'm followin', but since I managed to reach a good place with savin's, I figured gettin' chromed up sooner than later would speed that up a lil." The ripperdoc kept typing, explaining details and warnings of various cyberware he planned on implementing, in what stages, how often to check in... Boothill wasn't able to remember much of it, but he trusted he was in good enough hands.

"Alright, then. I'll do half labor, so 230,000 in total- including follow ups and the like. I'd assume you plan on paying it all upfront?" After all the technical jargon, Boothill had to focus in again to make sure he heard that right. "Wait- as in, that's the total total for everythin'? Runnin' yerself a lil dry there, aren'cha?" The doctor quietly sighed, crossing his arms in annoyance.

"I don't see why you'd want to pay extra, nor if you're truly in a position to do so- but I'll take any free credit you're offering." Boothill shook his head, growing slightly weary for the first time in all of this.

"That's like sayin' not to look a gift horse in the mouth. But you're right, we've got this far- is it really that dangerous?" The doctor shrugged. "I wouldn't say dangerous per se, more unknown than anything. Again, I expect you to return and report how you feel from time to time."

That was fine, then. He had a feeling there was something else influencing the ripper's choices right now... He'd have plenty of time to figure it out, though. "...Right. Could ya send me a text or somethin' to summarize it? Just to be safe, n' all."

The doctor replied, expressionless. "I had already planned to. You'll get a text from me later, save it under the name Zandik."

Boothill was surprised at the name- everyone who spoke of him used a title, "Il Dottore". Evidently, Zandik noticed his expression shift.

"Yes, consider it private knowledge or whatever you'd like; I don't normally have repeat clients, and I'd rather not be referred to as 'Doc' during follow ups."

Boothill glanced away, nodding awkwardly. "Ah- you got it, Zandik."

The doctor had already begun sifting through boxes- he waved his hand vaguely towards the other room. "Transfer the funds and lay on the chair, I'll be out in a bit."

It all felt a bit surreal, but hell, he wasn't complaining. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions, but he felt he was about to get the tune up of a lifetime- and his first friend in this new life.

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#dottore #boothill #genshin au #hsr au #this counts as an au i swear #dottore brainrot #boothill brainrot #extremely ooc #im sorry

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sometimesraven · 1 year ago

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Rewritten

Whumptober no.9, Alternative Prompt: Aftermath of Failure

Fandom: The Truth Saga (original novels) POV Character: Blade Silverwind Whumpee: Blade Silverwind

For those who are raised in the Facility, failure is not an option.

(Excerpt from the WIP of the novel Bitter Truth, part of the Truth Saga)

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"Silverwind." The tone of the Controller's voice cut into Blade's chest, forcing a slight wince despite himself. The boss never raised his voice. His expression barely even changed from moment to moment, but there was a subtle shift in energy behind his words that made it very clear when he was disappointed -- and nothing good ever followed the Controller's disappointment. "Eight seconds slower than yesterday."

A dismissive gesture to the Handlers standing to attention nearby was all he offered before his back was turned, and Blade's throat squeezed as they approached him with expectant eyes. He didn't fight the inevitable, gaze to the floor to avoid his siblings' pitying looks as he followed Handler Macy to receive his punishment.

His heart pounded as they approached the blank wall hiding the Downstairs entrance, trying not to flinch at the grinding sound of gears and stone shifting as the panel slid open. He stared into the dark abyss as his Handler waited expectantly, his vision swimming as it always did at the sight of the endless stairs into nothingness. Closing his eyes for just a second, he recalled one of the Controller's earliest lessons, remembering the words in crisp detail as he did everything. Fear is a weapon. Use it against your enemies; don't let it become you.

This was necessary, he told himself as he descended the bare concrete steps. He had failed; he had been imperfect. This was the natural consequence. Even through the tremble in his hands he willed his stance and expression calm, quietly accepting whatever the Controller had planned for him.

Downstairs was a grim, silent place. Blade kept his face firmly forward in the dimly lit concrete corridor, ignoring as he always did the scratches and pieces of vine on the walls from his squadmate's struggling in the past. They had been wrong to fight the punishments and corrections they deserved. Nobody came down here unless they had failed the boss, and fighting would only make it worse.

Handler Macy led him into the second of the rooms on the left side of the hall -- the room he knew to be Surgery. This was where the majority of the Controller's work was done, and this was where Blade and his family knew they would always return to. He entered the room without a word, his footsteps shuffling across the hard floor towards one of the metal beds within. The feeling of dread was only punctuated by the consistently chilled air down here and Blade, not for the first time, found himself grateful he wasn't down here nearly as much as Ryan or Evie were. He didn't know how they could keep acting out when this was what waited for them.

Blade allowed Handler Macy to attach the solid restraints around his wrists and ankles, feeling the rough, hard metal under his back as he stared at the grey above him in wait for his punishment. Even the white paint and tiles did not reach down here.

"Silverwind." It seemed like an age before he finally heard the Controller enter, his footsteps echoing across the floor before his scrutinising icy-blue eyes came into view, peering down at him with disappointment. "It has been some time since I've seen you down here."

Blade remained silent, guilt thick in his throat. He knew he was slipping up; he knew he was failing again. There was no excuse.

"I've come to expect a certain standard from you, Subject. You're getting sloppy -- remember your Purpose."

"Aye, sir." The Controller's disappointment tasted like blood on his tongue before the punishment had even began. "I'll do better."

"I hope so." His voice grew mournful, piercing a few extra layers of guilt into Blade's stomach. At this point the punishment would be a relief. "You know I hate to have to do this."

No further words were exchanged. Blade remained soundless and still as the Controller's rough hands examined him from top to toe, bruising everywhere he touched in search of imperfections or injuries. His scalpel felt like raw flame against the sensitive pattern of swirling blue energy under the skin of his back, tearing him in two just to examine how the wound glowed and the blood dried black. He was shifted and moved from position to uncomfortable position so many times he was sure he heard something snap; felt something else tear. He remained silent.

Then came the syringe. A new concoction every time, swirling dark in its tube. The moment the liquid touched his blood the skin around it burned. His veins pulsed and pinched, the pain spreading through his body until his sense of physical self was completely replaced by radiating, unbearable pain. He remained silent.

By the time he was carried back to the bedroom, Blade's bones were on fire and his heard jumped weakly in his chest like it couldn't find the energy to pump correctly. His vision twisted and doubled as he lay in bed, staring as the spinning, lurching ceiling danced in tribute to the concoctions searing through his veins, rewriting him from the inside out.

It wouldn't do anything. It never did. The corrections were supposed to enhance their power, to make them sharper and stronger, but no matter how many times they returned Downstairs nothing seemed to change -- at least not for him.

The burning faded after a few hours: the weightless, empty relief of pain leaving his body beginning to settle in. He moved an arm or a leg from time to time, just to feel the twinge of bruises that reminded him he was still alive. That was all that mattered. He was alive. He could keep trying. One day he would be perfect.

#whumptober2023 #no.9 #aftermath of failure #altprompt #the truth saga #fic #torture #medical abuse #medical experimentation #truthsaga #;truthexcerpt #bittertruth #;blade #novel preview #novel excerpt #urban fantasy #science fantasy #truth saga

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thechaoticfanartist · 1 year ago

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Live Today and Live Tomorrow

Summary: Grim and Obi-Wan in the first few days after Order 66.

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Grim Kennet (OC)

Additional Tags: Obi-Wan is called Ben, Grim is called Rue, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Post Order 66

Note: I wrote this fic over a month ago after @bluejay-in-write sent a fake title for a story and completely forgot to post it.

After everything that happened, it was time for Grim and Obi-Wan to find a new home. Where they could watch over Luke, and begin new lives.

At last the two Jedi stopped. “Here we are,” said Obi-Wan as he got off the eopie they were riding.

“A cave?” Grim asked, curiously. “But in the next movie you live in a hut.”

“And when does the next movie take place?” Obi-Wan asked her.

“Nineteen years from now,” she replied.

“In that case, perhaps I will get a hut in the future, but for now it’s been a very long day and we both need rest.”

Grim yawned. “But it’s only dawn?”

“And when was the last time either of us slept?”

“I’m pretty sure I was sleeping when getting my new arm,” she joked, gesturing to her new metal replacement.

“Very well, but I haven’t had any sleep recently, and I know you haven’t gotten much sleep at all in the past days. So for now let's get some sleep and discuss what the future will hold for us in the morning.”

“Okay,” said Grim. “But if you don’t get a hut this year-”

“Grim, let’s not start this.”

“Fine,” she agreed. She slid off the eopie and entered the cave after Obi-Wan. “It’s not big,” she noted needlessly.

“It doesn’t need to be big, it just needs to shelter us and keep us hidden.”

“True.”

Neither Jedi had much, so they didn’t bother to unpack. There were only two rooms in the cave, the main room in which they entered, that also had another opening - Grim thought that would be a great place for meditation - and a room with a giant rock on the floor. She supposed that would be the bed.

Grim and Obi-Wan used their cloaks for blankets. The day’s events had tired the Jedi Master so he slept first, but Grim could not sleep.

She found her lightsaber and went outside, sitting down in the sand, staring at the lightsaber in her hand. She held it out in front of her, her metal fingers wrapped around the hilt. She recalled when she first created it, the joy she had felt, and how she considered it her first step on the path of becoming a Jedi.

Grim smiled at the memory. So bittersweet now that she knew she couldn’t ignite the blade. That would endanger too many people.

She set the weapon beside her. And drew in a breath, exhaled, and then sunk into the Force.

It was empty now. Grim was used to the light, to the countless stars in the night sky. Now those stars were gone. She felt sad as she was unable to reach the stars, the ones who had died today. A grief filled her and she tried to focus closer. She felt Obi-Wan, always so bright, and she smiled.

At some point Grim must have managed to get some sleep, because she was gently woken up by Obi-Wan. She also realized she fell asleep outside. “I made breakfast,” Obi-Wan told her.

“Breakfast?” Grim asked.

"Yes," said Obi-Wan. "And I doubt sleeping on sand was any good for your new arm," he added.

“Ah, kriff, I didn’t think of that,” said Grim.

Neither Obi-Wan or her had changed out of the outfits they left Polis Massa in yet. For Obi-Wan that meant he was still wearing his same robes from Utapau and Mustafar, but Grim had gotten a new outfit before she was knighted. Though her robes lacked sleeves, and therefore left her entire metal arm exposed.

“I don’t think any sand got in it if you’re worried about that,” Obi-Wan told her. “But you might want to have something covering it from now on,” he suggested.

“Yeah, good idea, Master.”

“You’re not a Padawan anymore, and we can’t even use our names now,” Obi-Wan replied.

“We’ll discuss this over breakfast?”

“That was the idea.”

They went back inside the cave, and Obi-Wan set up breakfast for the two of them. They sat down and began to eat. “I know what name you choose,” said Grim. “You’ll be Ben Kenobi.”

“Well that was easy, although why do I still have the same last name?”

“Ask yourself, Kenobi,” joked Grim. “That was something established long before I ever interfered with things.”

“Well, with my name taken care of, what about yours?”

Grim took another bite as she considered the question. “Rue,” she decided after a long moment.

“Rue?” Ben asked. “That sounds like a good name for you, what about your last name?”

“I’m not sure,” admitted Grim. “Actually, I may have an idea?”

“What is it?” Ben asked.

“Well, people used to think we’re related. And…well I do kind of look like I could be your daughter? And…er, this is embarrassing, but what if we embraced that? Like, I could be Rue Kenobi? And I’d be your daughter?” She looked at her breakfast to avoid seeing Obi-Wan’s reaction.

“Rue…” Ben started. “I know you looked to me as a father, and I have seen you like my own daughter. I think that would be a wonderful idea.”

She looked up at him, her vision blurred by tears of joy. “Really?”

“Yes, young one,” he confirmed, smiling.

Rue hugged Ben, crying into his shoulder. “That means so much to me. Thank you.” Ben held Rue until she let go of him. Rue wiped away her tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Ben told her. “But I am.”

“For what, dad?"

“What I’m suggesting. Our lightsabers mark us as Jedi. We must stay hidden.”

“We’re already living in a cave on a backwater world,” Rue pointed out.

“Yes, one run by the Hutts, and there will no doubt be a higher demand of bounties on Jedi.”

Rue sighed, Ben made a valid point. “Do you think the Empire would also try to gain a stronger presence here than the Republic did?” she asked.

“You tell me, Rue. But I would not be surprised if the Empire tried to get a stronger grip on these worlds,” Ben replied. “Which is why I believe we should bury our lightsabers somewhere out in the desert. Anakin’s as well.”

“But you taught me that our lightsabers are our lives. Can we not just keep them hidden in this cave somewhere?”

“And our time as Jedi is over. It’s too big of a risk to keep them on us, even hidden in this cave. We have to stay hidden, and that means we cannot keep our lightsabers."

“I’m knighted only to not be allowed to be a Jedi,” sighed Grim. She knew that was the case anyways, but the reality of it sunk in with Obi-Wan’s suggestion.

“I’m very sorry, little one,” Obi-Wan told her. “This should have never been the case.”

“No, it shouldn’t have,” agreed Grim. “I should have told you.”

“It has already happened,” said Ben. “We need to focus on what we will do for the future now.”

“That’s too hard to think about. I’ve thought about nothing but the future for three years, dad. And look where that led us.”

“Now that is the past, so let us focus on the moment. One day at a time,” Ben suggested.

“One day at a time. So what do we do today?”

“We should unpack what little we have and try to make this cave into our home,” said Ben. “And bury our lightsabers. But we can wait one more day, all right?”

Rue nodded. “Okay.”

After they finished their breakfast, Rue and Ben began to unpack the little things of their past they still had.

There really wasn’t much at all. As Jedi they did not hold onto much, and even if they had most of it had been destroyed in the Purge. So most of the day was spent trying to make their cave into a place they could call home.

Once again, it didn’t take much. The cave had very little, and the Jedi only needed themselves. It may not have been the grand Jedi Temple on Coruscant, but they made do. They had finished before noon.

Ben and Rue sat down outside, looking at the view of the desert. Nothing but sand for miles. They had been able to fool themselves that the tragedy of yesterday had never happened, but it had only been temporary relief from all of that grief. One that now crashed down upon the two Jedi.

They held each other, and mourned their family together.

The following day it was Rue waking Ben. He looked at her with wide eyes, recovering from whatever nightmare had been occuring. She already knew.

“Rue,” Ben sighed relieved. “I’m sorry if I woke you."

“I was already up,” Rue replied. “Was it about Anakin?”

Ben nodded. “He was my brother, and I killed him, Rue. I killed Anakin.”

Rue sat down beside him and wrapped Ben into a hug. “I know, I’m sorry,” she said. She was lying to him. She knew Anakin lived, but she couldn’t tell him, even despite him claiming he killed Anakin.

Ben cried, and Rue held him. When Ben stopped crying, Rue let go. “I’ll make us some breakfast today,” she told him.

She did just that and returned with their breakfast. They ate in silence. Ben was the one who broke it once he had finished eating. “We have to bury our lightsabers today,” he said.

Rue nodded. She remembered their conversation the day prior. “Yes, I know.”

“If you don’t want to come with me that’s fine, I can bury your lightsaber on my own,” said Ben, knowing how she was opposed to it.

“No, dad. I want to go with you. I can bury my lightsaber,” Rue told him.

“All right, Rue.”

The two set off on their eopie. “Do you have a certain place in mind where we’ll be burying our lightsabers?”

“We’re not burying our lightsabers in any particular place. It has to be in the middle of nowhere, so they won’t be found.”

“Who is going to be digging through the sand of Tatooine to find the lightsabers of Jedi?” Grim asked. She thought Ben was being overly paranoid about being discovered.

“No one, which is exactly why we’re burying them.”

“Then why can’t we bury them outside our home?”

“Because in the case they were discovered it would mark us as Jedi.”

“But if they aren’t near us, we can’t be considered suspects.”

“Exactly,” said Ben. The two of them stopped. “This would be a good place.”

Rue frowned as she got off the eopie. Ben had managed to get a shovel for the two of them, and so they took turns digging a hole. Once it was completed they got the box they had brought with them to bury their lightsabers in.

One lightsaber was already in it, Anakin’s lightsaber. Rue and Ben looked at it for a long moment. Both thinking of the brother they had shared - and to Ben, the brother he had killed. “I’m sorry,” said Obi-Wan.

“Me too,” said Grim.

The two Jedi held out their lightsabers. They looked at each other before putting their weapons in the box.

They put the box in the hole. Grim looked at Obi-Wan, “can I use the Force?” she asked him quietly. “Just one more time?” She almost broke at the question.

“One more time,” he said. “The both of us.”

They connected to the Force, ignoring all of the darkness and emptiness and focusing on the light that still lived. They grabbed the sand with it, and together they buried their lightsabers.They opened their eyes and looked at each other.

No longer Jedi. No longer Obi-Wan Kenobi and Grim Kennet.

Rue trembled. Tears filling her eyes. “We never should have had to do that,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

Ben wrapped an arm around her. “It isn’t your fault,” he told her. “No matter how you feel about it.”

“And it isn’t yours.”

Tears filled Ben’s eyes as well. The two stood there for a moment. Looking down at the spot where they had buried themselves.

“Let’s go home, Ben. We lived, let’s keep living.”

“Yes, let’s keep living.”

Rue and Ben Kenobi left the grave of Grim Kennet and Obi-Wan Kenobi, and headed home. They had both survived and died on Mustafar, victims of Order 66, but the two would live as well.

Their story wasn’t over, not yet.

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 2 years ago

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Thranduil and Josie Part 110- The Dance

Summary: Legolas senses oncoming danger. Ashmole is discussed. Julian has a shocking twist of a tale to tell. Josie's nightmare was more real than she thought. She needs her dreamcatcher, Haldir. Narcisse and Legolas butt heads again as Josie defends her Prince. The warlock retaliates in a comical way. Josie has another dream that utterly destroys her. A lingering entity comes to her rescue. Thranduil awakes from his own dream to a rap tap tap upon his chamber door.

*Warnings* Language, angst, mentions of death

Gasping awake from your dream of Jareth, you flung out of bed and ran to your daughter's crib in panic. You sighed in relief to see Leannduil was awake and gazing at up at you as you stroked her tiny hand and rocked her cradle softly.

"My sweet girl, momma is here and I will never let anyone hurt you. I swear my life upon it."

All you could see was Thranduil with her pursed little lips as she watched your hand caress hers. Your eyes swelled with oncoming tears but you forced them back and smiled as you didn't want her to see you upset. She yawned and slowly drifted back to sleep.

Your eyes then frantically searched for Legolas but he was not there. He promised he would stay by your side this time after what had happened with Asher. You caught sight of the balcony doors being open and your heart sank. Had Jareth really been there? Slowly...you crept to the doors carrying an empty metal candlestick holder and peeked around the corner. There stood a dark cloaked figure with their back to you. Your hand trembled as you thought it was Jareth, but quickly realized it was Legolas as you took note of his height and elven boots. Closing your eyes as you released a heavy sigh, you went over to him.

"The stars are alive." he softly spoke as he gazed up at the abundance of glowing dots in the evening sky. The great star overpowered them all and illuminated Legolas' face so elegantly.

The night air was cool and soft and all was deafly quiet. You could tell he was in deep thought as he continued his steady gaze to the eastern sky.

"I did not think you would awake so soon. I hope you did not think I left you? I...it is just...my mind was too loud to rest. I came out here to talk to my father. The stars make me feel close to him. I keep expecting to hear his voice in my mind, barking out commands, but all is silent."

His heartfelt words crushed you for you knew Legolas was suffering in silence with many emotions, one being mostly of guilt.

"Legolas...I..."

He peered down and saw the metal object you grasped at your side.

"You did think I had left you, for I can see your hand trembling?"

"Only...only for a split second, I swear. I just...I had a very bad dream and..."

"And you were going to hit me in the face again...with another unyielding object." he chuckled and grinned.

"I was close." you giggled. "But I quickly figured out it was you and not..." You went silent as you sat the candlestick weapon down and shivered.

"Not? Whom did you think I was my lady?"

It pained you to even say his name. "Jareth. He...he was in my dream...and in my room. I was scared he was going to try and take Leann. He told me he was real, that he could enter my dreams and that he would get what he wanted. He threw a damn snake at me and then he came out here and took off on some dragon like creature that made the most horrendous scream."

"A fellbeast." Legolas whispered with wide eyes as they scoured the sky.

"Legolas? What is it? What are you not telling me?" You gripped his arm in fear.

"I was not going to say anything but...your dream...it confirms my intuition. Another reason I could not rest but I couldn't place what it then."

"It makes sense now. Jareth...he has some kind of wicked agenda. I can feel it." Legolas continued.

"But what and why? Is it possibly that god forsaken book? I don't even know where it is or how to find it?"

"Maybe not...but his brother Julian does. He has said that he had hidden it from Caroline and also separated three of it's pages for added protection. The book will be useless without them."

"My father will never give up the whereabouts of that book to him. My god, he kept the knowledge from my mother for 9 years while he suffered the consequences."

"All to keep you safe and many others. I fear what that book holds within it's pages."

"Legolas...what do you think lies within it, that so many desire it...some even willing to kill for it?"

"It holds every spell of the past, present and future, that much I know. I have even heard that..." Legolas paused as if he were afraid to speak it's truth.

"Heard what? Legolas...what can it do?"

His head slowly turned to you. "The one thing that is not possible, that no ordinary spell can do, that no one can do.....Raise the dead."

You went charging back into your room and grabbed a robe.

"Josie what are...where are you going?!"

"Stay here with Leann. I have to find my father so I can make him tell me where Ashmole is."

"Josie...are you crazy? He will not tell you and even if he did, what are you going to do with it? Give it to Jareth? It would doom us all!"

"Legolas!! Do you not see it?? We can bring Thranduil back!!"

You slipped on some shoes and headed out, only to be spun around forcefully by Legolas as he clutched your arm.

"Josie STOP!"

"Legolas, I swear to god let me go!" you raged through your teeth.

"I will not! You must listen to me! It would not be him! The long dead are not meant to be brought back. The spell is only meant for a recent passing. If used for any longer, it would be a demon! That book is purely black magic, even if it is in good hands. And you know of the consequences of using such magic. There is always a price. Why do you think Julian is desperate to keep it hidden?"

"Legolas, it's only been three days! How much more recent could it be?!"

"Yes my lady but we do not have the book! Three days happens to be the time allowance to bring them back as they were. It would be too late by the time we could locate it. Your father is not going to allow it."

You felt morbidly sick over the fact you had one glimpse of hope, only to have your King ripped away from you all over again..

"He is right my child. Even I fear it as I have made the mistake of using it once."

You spun around to see your father standing in the doorway.

"Daddy? How...did.."

"I could feel your distress. You must listen to Legolas. Such a spell is a curse and cannot be undone, for I found out the hard way."

"What do you mean? You...brought someone back from the dead?"

"Legolas...please leave me with my daughter."

"No daddy! He stays." You adamantly clung to Legolas' arm.

"Very well." Julian submitted and walked over to Leann to get another viewing of his granddaughter since she had been born.

The calm and relaxed princess was awake and gazed up at the platinum haired man hovering over her, that should have been Thranduil.

"She has a red tint in her hair." Julian said with a smile and then turned back to you.

He then sat down with very visibly troubled eyes and began his tale in a deterrent tone.

"Many centuries ago, Jareth and I were actually quite close as brothers, for he was a different man then. A good one believe it or not. Our mother frowned upon her offsprings of light, for...as you know...good and evil is a choice, but influences and learned behavior weigh heavy in such choices. Jada is her name and she is evil to her core. I was able to fight that darkness, so was the youngest, our only sister, Freya. Jonathan, or Harker as you know of him...never tried, he was always a bad seed. Jareth did well for sometime but eventually succumbed to the evil ways of our mother, for she had found him special with one blue eye and one brown. More special than I, the seventh son, for she found me resistant to her charms. There were four other brothers but the cease to exist. Jareth was the only one I had any kind of relationship with and so I fought to keep him on the straight and narrow. Myself and Harker got into a heated argument one night about Jareth. It turned deadly as Jareth intervened to protect me. I lived. He didn't. I could not bear the guilt nor the grief. I knew of my mother's great powers and spells. I also knew she had that book and what it could do. The problem was, that it took me too long to locate it, months to be exact.... but when I did....I resurrected him. I was young and inexperienced...and oblivious to the hell I was about to unleash on the world. To me, I was simply bringing my brother back to life. But it was not him...not even in the least. A demon just as Legolas told you and I think that is quite obvious of how true that is. The four brothers that are gone, he killed them. The brother I loved is now my sworn enemy, so now...now do you see?

This is all my fault...all the pain he has caused since he has come back...it is upon me. And now he wants that cursed book, for reasons one could only dare to think of. I will not give that book up, not even for you. It's whereabouts will go with me to my grave. It is the book of the dead as I call it. It cannot be destroyed for I have tried every imaginable option. The best I could do to disable it was separate those three deadly pages from it's host which was no simple task. I hid them both, far away from each other, for if they are near, the book itself can call them back. If they ever reunite, god help us all for whomever gets their hands on it. Someone of light can still do great harm, even if unintentional, which is what I had done and what you were proposing to do. Now do you understand? Why do you think I never told you about him? Or why he wants nothing to do with you in a fatherly way? You are a mere pawn to him to retrieve that book because he knows it will only surface in the presence of a witch of light, and that witch you are. Ashmole itself is not evil. It is the hand that touches it that decides the outcome. But even with good faith, it can be detrimental."

You stared up at Legolas with fearful eyes as he did back to you. As you let go of his arm to go to your father, something crawled over your foot. Looking down, you saw the exact snake that Jareth threw at you. You screamed and Legolas whisked you up in his arms just as the angered snake sunk it's fangs into the Prince's boots. The next thing you knew, Legolas hopped back as the snake exploded in a ball of fire, curling up into a pile of smoldering ash. Julian stood before you with his arm extended out pointing at the carcass. He had killed it with his fire power.

Leann was startled by your scream and began crying. Legolas ran you to her an let you down.

"Hush my love, it is alright. Mommy is sorry for scaring you baby girl. I have got you my love. Do not cry." You lightly bounced her against your chest and kissed her forehead over and over with butterfly kisses as you softly patted her bottom.

"Legolas!" you loudly whispered. "Are you alright, did it bite you??"

"No my lady. I am alright, it did not penetrate my boot."

"That is the snake in my dream....Jareth was really here!"

"Not physically my child, but he has the power of dream entry." Julian explained.

"Then I will never sleep again! Oh my god... I need Haldir's dreamcatcher but...it was in mine and Thranduil's room at Lestat's castle...which has went up in flames. My god, what if that slithering filth would have crawled into Leann's crib!! I need Haldir right now! Someone go get him! He has the power of dream control and is the closest thing to the dreamcatcher he had given me."

"I will go retrieve him my child." Julian offered, then kissed your cheek and left.

"Legolas..." you squeaked and began to quietly sob.

The Prince rushed to you and wrapped his arms around both you and Leann.

"I swear to you, I will never let Jareth harm you or my sister. I put my own life on it. He will have to kill me first." He rubbed his hand over yours that laid upon Leann's back as he kissed the top of your head.

Leann began to squirm her face upon your breast in search for her milk.

"Legolas...She is hungry. I need to feed her."

"Alright. I will turn away but I am not leaving this room."

You smiled at the adamant Prince. "I do not wish you to leave."

Legolas smiled and stood facing the opposite wall so you could care for Leannduil. You sat down upon the bed peering out the open balcony doors. As Leann began to suckle upon you, a shooting star flew through the sky. All the memories of you and Thranduil making your wishes on falling stars came flooding back. You quickly and silently made your wish with your eyes squished shut. Although you knew this wish was not possible, you made it anyways because it was the only wish you wanted, and you would never tell a soul so that if by some miracle, it would come true.

"I wish...for my Thranduil to be alive and to come back to me."

Julian found and informed Haldir of the night's events and then he left, for he now had a mission that consisted of keeping you and his granddaughter safe. Out the gatehouse he went and flew off into the night.

The marchwarden came in as he offered a light knock so he would not disturb Leean.

"Hey you. I told you I would see you soon, did I not?' you said as you turned and smiled at him.

Haldir knew you did not request his presence solely because you missed him but he was still elated that you turned to him in your time of need. He too, would die first before he ever let any harm come to you or Leeanduil.

"Would you like to hold her before I lay her back down?"

Haldir's adam's apple bobbed as he gulped.

"Don't tell me you too have never held a child?" you asked in amazement as you carried Leann over to him and placed her in the frozen elf's arms. Leean began to make little cooing sounds as her moonstone eyes studied the new face peering down at her. An ear to ear soft grin formed on Haldir's face.

"I...I think she recognizes your voice." you told the now calm Marchwarden.

"Suilad Leeanduil, -iel -o Thranduil. Im am Haldir -o Lorien." (Hello Leeanduil, daughter of Thranduil. I am haldir of Lorien.)

An urgent knock sounded upon the door. You went to open it but Legolas stepped in your path.

"My Lady, let me." The caution in his voice was quite apparent.

"Narcisse." Legolas confirmed and moved aside for him to enter. Stephane's face was consumed with concern and so was his voice.

"I was just informed about that happened. Are you alright??" He came straight to you and placed his hand on your arm.

"Yes. I am fine. My father handled it."

"But did he?" Stephane lifted his nose to the air. "That snake was no dream. Jareth was here. I can smell him."

"But how? Legolas would have seen him and...wouldn't you or your warlock guard have detected him earlier?"

"I was out in the gardens tonight and I saw Legolas on the balcony for quite some time. Jareth came when he knew you were alone. He got onto my lands and inside my kingdom with none other than...magic. Now that he is gone, I am able to sense his lingering presence."

"If Jareth can enter here undetected , then Josie is not safe here. My lady, we must go back to Mirkwood. It is protected. Just as it prevents the dark elves from entering, it will also keep the goblin king away as well." Legolas explained.

"Prince Legolas, or shall I call you King now? What makes you so certain of that? The dark ones can indeed enter there, just not without consequences. A little light poisoning will not stop Jareth. I assure you he can and he will find a way inside your lands. Not to mention, the long journey there leaves your Queen even more vulnerable and let us not forget the beautiful child she will have with her now. What Jareth did here tonight was a taunting tactic. A powerplay to prove how easy it is for him to get what he wants. But you should already know this, King of the Woodland realm." His sarcasm and stab at Legolas pissed you off.

"And I assure you that Legolas knows more about his own realm than you seem to think you do. He will let no harm come to me or my child. I have absolute faith in him." You took Legolas' hand into yours as you stood at his side.

"Then might I add...and recommend not loitering on the balcony and staying by her side from now on. We all know what happened the last time you left her alone." Narcisse snarked.

Legolas fumed as he took a step towards the cocky warlock and stared him down. It was clear to you, these two would never get along.

You swiftly pried your way in between the two fired up men.

"Legolas. Don't. It's not worth it. And you know that was not your fault."

You then spun around to Narcisse.

"What is wrong with you?? How dare you speak to him that way after all he has been through, and done for me. I trust him with my life. He could not have known your ape of a guard would worm himself free or that Jareth would be able to enter and actually do it right under his nose. He was merely a few feet away from me and you make it sound like he abandoned me! I appreciate everything you have done for me and are still doing but I will not tolerate you condemning him. Am I clear?"

"Crystal." Narcisse riposted and then his tone went soft as he looked at you with tormented eyes.

"I offer you...and you Legolas...my sincere apologies. I don't know what came over me. It...it must be Jareth's evil presence."

Stephane began to look somewhat flushed and swayed a bit to the side.

Gasping, you quickly grabbed him. "Whoa, hey! Come, sit down. I've got you."

You helped him to the edge of the bed. If there's one thing you understood, it was what evil did to those of light. You witnessed it too many times with Thranduil.

"Are you alright now? Can I get you something, or do something?"

Narcisse gazed at you in disbelief. "You offer to assist me after the way I just tore into Legolas? You truly are a wonderwall my lady....and you have certainly put me in my place....and brought me back."

"I..I just know the power of evil and...I have seen the good in you so I..I know that wasn't you just now. Not the real you. I will accept your apology and I am sure Legolas does too...right Leggy?" Your eyes begged him to agree even though you knew the Prince would not be so forgiving when it came to Lord Narcisse....and you were right because all he did was offer a single nod. It was good enough for you as long as Legolas calm.

"Would...I be overstepping if I asked to hold the little one? I assure you I am alright and I will remain seated. It...it has just been so long...since I have held a child. I feel her light will do me some good."

There was something in his sullen eyes you could not place. Something of heartbreak possibly.

"S..sure. Of course you can."

You took her from Haldir and then placed her gently in Stephane's arms. The smile on his face was so loving as he held her little fragile hand in his large masculine one. As he lightly rocked her, she hiccupped and suddenly spit up all over his elegant frockcoat. Your hand flew to your mouth, covering it in shock as you gasped. Not Haldir and Legolas though. All that was heard was their boisterous laughter.

"Oh no Narcisse, I am soooo sorry! Here, let me take her so you can go clean up."

Stephane chuckled. "No worries my lady, I have more attire in my wardrobe." He got up and glared, then smirked at the two jolly elves as he went to a wardrobe right there in the room and literally removed his greatcoat, revealing his bare and perfectly toned and muscular torso.

Your mouth was hanging open and he knew it as he nonchalantly put on another jacket and grinned at the now flabbergasted elves. Did he do this on purpose to show up the overly elated elves at his minor misfortune? you wondered as your eyes refused to leave the marvelous masterpiece before them. Of course he did, you then answered yourself. Lord Narcisse may have proven himself a good hearted man to you, but his arrogance and ego was still in full force. Though, judging by the display you were all forced to view, he had every damn right to be proud of his physical form.

"What did you mean by 'your' wardrobe? Narcisse...is this your bed chamber?" you asked as you finally composed yourself after his half naked self was now properly covered again.

"Indeed it is. I figured you could use all the extra room with your new addition...and of course...Legolas accompanying you."

"Stephane...I...I do not know what to say....Th..thank you. Any other room would have been satisfactory though."

"And they are, which is why I do not mind using one of them." He then walked over to you with a smile. "And...You are very welcome Jo...and thank you for letting me hold Leeanduil. It was quite refreshing while it lasted. The chamber I am in is just down the hall and I will not be sleeping this night. The castle had been placed on lockdown. No one enters it and no one leaves it."

His last words devastated you. They were Thranduil's exact words when trouble arose in his Kingdom. Your sulkin face alerted Legolas.

'Are you alright?"

"No...I..."

Your hands flew to your face to cover it as you turned away from him, in which he turned you back and snuggled you.

"It is alright for I am here. I know that is not what you want but..." He ceased and abandoned that sentence. "Thank you...for defending me the way you did. You have no idea what that means to me."

Haldir interrupted your bonding moment with the Prince, possibly intentional.

"Jo...what do you need me to do? I will do whatever is within my power."

You sniffled and slipped out of Legolas' hold. "I...lost my dreamcatcher in the fire. I was hoping you...you could use your soothing and relaxing magic to help me sleep...and hopefully keep Jareth out of my fucking head."

Haldir knew that meant he would have to lay beside you and hold you, for unlike his emotion control, his dream magic only worked through touch.

"Jo...that means I will have to..."

"Lay beside me, yes. I know. It is alright. It's what I want. Sleep...peaceful sleep. I don't even know how I am still functioning after everything."

Legolas scowled at the quite obvious happy Haldir as he went to the couch and laid down with his legs crossed, his hand folded over his stomach and just stared at the ceiling.

You laid down beside Haldir with your head on his chest. The beating of his heart instantly calmed you as his magic began to overtake you into sleep.

It was working. Your personal dreamcatcher Haldir was keeping the bad dreams away. In turn, it allowed a sad, but good one in.

You laid in the bed all alone, tossing and turning, crying for your King. The balcony doors had opened and the night breeze carried in an overabundant aromatic smell of lilacs.

The familiar floral scent had you springing out of bed and running to the terrace. There stood your King gazing up into the lustrous heavenly bodies that consumed the moonlit sky.

He was the most beautiful sight you had ever seen aside from Leaanduil, and not solely because he was missing from you, but his long sheer robe blended into the blueish illuminated sky, sparkling like the great star of light in the distance. Thranduil was a star of light himself. His straight long platinum strands ran down his back, shaped to his form. His perfect profile was vividly evident and his hand laid upon the rail with his moonstone ring in plain sight.... He was real....

"Thrr...Thranduil??" you squeaked and trembled profusely.

He slowly turned, meeting your saturated eyes with his moonlike orbs. His arm extended out.

"Come to me my sweet girl."

The breath you were holding in, burst out of you as you ran like the wind, jumping up to wrap your arms around his 6'5 body. His strong arms caught and encased you firmly against him as you grasped his hair and planted your face into it, breathing him in desperately.

"My King, my beautiful love, you are here! H..how??.... You came back for me like I wished for! you cried...so hard.

He stroked your hair, then put you down. "Gúl." (Magic).. Yes. I am here. In your dream."

"No?? You are really here, I can feel you! I can smell you...I don't want you in my dreams, I want you here, right here with me...forever! Come to bed and hold me, make love to me, never let me go."

His eyes glistened with tears. "I am sorry my Queen for I cannot do that, although there is nothing more that I desire." The back of his hand caressed your cheek.

"But why??!! You are here!"

"I am not here my love. I am far far away now. When you awaken, I will be gone."

"That is a lie Thranduil Oropherion! You are right here! You have to stay! Leeanduil, she's here now. You must come meet here and stay with us! Please don't go!! I can't bare this life without you."

"My sweet Josephine...I have seen our daughter. I have held her in her dreams. She is so beautiful, just like her mother. You will survive...you have to...for our child." A tear strolled out of his eye and over your hand that was upon his cheek.

"Thranduil, why?? Why can't you stay?? I do not understand!"

"Hush my love and understand this."

Thranduil took your face gently into his hands and brought his lips to yours. You whimpered at the touch of his velvet lips as you parted yours. His tongue softly grazed the tip of yours as your mouths sealed together. He lightly gripped your chin as he pulled back.

"Dance with me. Like we did after we first met."

You did not hesitate and planted yourself against his chest. Round and round you went as both of you began to float a few feet above the ground. A song played...the same one you danced to the night he spoke of. Magic.

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The song ended and he peered down into your eyes, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand again.

"Im mel cin nin lend gwen. More than nin own cuil." (I love you my sweet girl. More than my own life.) I must go now. I do not have the strength to stay any longer for I have used what little I could find. Holding you, I hold everything. For a moment, wasn't I the King. If I had only known, how this King would fall, you know I would have changed it all. "

He began to fade like an apparition before your very eyes.

'NOOO!!! No Thranduil come back!! Come back!!! Don't leave me!!!"

Those words mumbled from your lips as you awoke and sprung up in distress, your eyes darting all around. Haldir was sound asleep and so was Legolas.

You slid off the bed in a frantic rush and ran to the balcony, in which...the doors were open, but they had been closed when you went to sleep.

"Thranduil??!" you called out to an empty patio. You could taste him, still feel his lips upon yours. How was this a dream??? How...how were you going to live without him?

You closed and locked the doors, then checked Leann who was also sound asleep. Thranduil's scent lingered over her. A state of panic raced through your chest and you couldn't breathe. You finally came to realize that you had just had a visitation dream from the afterlife. After everything you had ever witnessed in your almost year of the elven world, you knew these things were very possible.Dreams like that are extremely vivid and detailed, right down to the touches and smells. Clutching your chest, you snuck out of your room and began running through the halls. Where you were going was unclear, you just knew you had to run....

The halls were empty and you found yourself at a dead end. You leaned against the wall and just dropped to the ground, crying and gasping. Your chest hurt. Your heart palpitated. You felt like you were having a heart attack.

The next thing you knew, you were being picked up by a man. You gripped him tight as you knew the cool feeling, the strong arms, the sweet smell of molasses. It was Garrett....

Thranduil awoke in a gasping frenzy, covered in sweat as he peered all around the darkened entrapment he was in.

"Josephine..." he deathly whispered. "I...I had found you! Somehow, I found you in yours and my dreams. I was really there my love. Can you hear me??"

Nothing but the sound of dripping water echoed through the empty hole hidden in the forest wall. He sat up, putting his head in his hands and sobbed.

Suddenly.....he heard a rap tap tap upon his chamber door. Gasping, he swiftly lifted his head. For once, he actually hoped it was Raven. Creeping to the magically sealed door in caution, he placed his hand upon it.

"Who is there?" he flatly said in his Kingly deep tone.

Shuffling about could be heard and a sniffing sound.

"King...Thranduil?" the voice replied. A wretched voice Thranduil knew all too well. Gollum....

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"Looking back on the memory of, the dance we shared, beneath the stars above. For a moment, all the world was right. How could I have known, that you'd ever say goodbye."

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